Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to see who dared to jump out at this critical moment to provoke Zhou Xuanji.

Every sect will face suppression by enemies when holding a grand ceremony, but Zhou Xuanji ranks second in the world. Who can have such courage?

The speaker was the black-robed monk in the Dongyuan Temple team.

In front of everyone, he took a step forward, looked at Zhou Xuanji who was high above, and smiled and said, "Zhou Xuanji, you have a good luck in winning the world, but it's easy to break even if you dare to call yourself the strongest person in ancient times. Isn't it a bit arrogant?"

Zhou Xuanji glanced at him and said nothing.

He did not brag about talent to outsiders, these are all titles that the world holds on him.

This guy wanted to provoke him because of this, the reason he found was too lame.

The old man from Thunder Cliff and the disciples of the Emperor Jianting looked at the monk in black robe coldly, showing sarcastic smiles on his face.

The monk with black robe turned cold and slowly rose up. Widths of strange black gas emerged, wrapping around him.

"My ancestors had a powerful emperor. In terms of talent, no one in the world has ever been involved in me. I have been practicing for nearly a thousand years and have only been born today. I just happened to be the name of the Sword Emperor to be the most powerful in the world."

He smiled proudly, and many people were moved by hearing it.

Is there anyone who has proved the power of emperor in his ancestors?

This is really amazing.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xuanji was still expressionless, which made the black-robed monk angry.

It feels like hitting the cotton with all your might.

accurate!

He stared at Zhou Xuanji and sneered: "What? Panicked? Zhou Xuanji, take action. Today I will defeat you in front of the heroes of the world!"

His arms spread out, and the black air turned into a black Buddha shadow, like a big Buddha with evil fire.

The black Buddha quickly rose up, hoping to reach the same height as the Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha.

At this moment, the Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha opened his eyes, and two strong lights shone in the world, making many people close their eyes.

The Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha moved!

Thousands of arms swung their swords together, like thousands of swords turning into one sword, slashing down with a force of ten thousand pounds, unstoppable.

The black-robed monk's eyelids twitched. Just as he was about to resist, the black Buddha behind him was directly dispersed by a sword.

Bang--

The black-robed monk was directly slashed by the giant sword and his body exploded, turning into a fog of blood mist and drifted in the air.

The sword wind shakes the sky, making countless people frightened.

What a domineering power!

The world is silent.

Except for Dongyuan Temple, everyone was dumbfounded, no one else was surprised, but just praised Zhou Xuanji for being powerful.

An unknown person also wants to challenge the Sword Emperor?

So what if the descendants of the Great Emperor are, they are not the Great Emperor after all.

How many descendants of the great emperors can still prove their emperor again?

Zhou Xuanji's body shook and disappeared out of thin air.

After a second, he returned to the head of the Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha.

If I hadn't stared at him, I would have thought he hadn't moved.

In fact, he just took away the soul of the black-robed monk.

This son's cultivation level has reached the second tribulation of the immortal, and it is not weaker than the Dragon King of the Yellow Springs. Unfortunately, he found the wrong opponent.

However, this kid's origin is not simple, and he can be questioned and may get good information.

"The opening ceremony has officially begun, and luck has begun!"

Zhou Xuanji shouted loudly, and then the entire sky fell and shook violently.

Song--

A dragon roar sounded, and the Dragon King Burning Prison appeared at the foot of the mountain, turning into a dragon body, and his body rapidly multiplied, coiling around the mountain and winding upwards.

The mighty dragon body was revealed in everyone's eyes, making them stunned.

"dragon!"

"What a powerful dragon power, is it an eighth-level monster?"

"More than the ninth level!"

"My God, besides the Dragon King of the Yellow Springs, there are other dragons that have reached the ninth level?"

"There is such a big demon under the Sword Emperor!"

The dragon scales of the Dragon King Burning Prison were flowing under the dragon scales, emitting a scorching air, as if it was wrapped in clouds and mist, shaking the eyes.

The sea of ​​clouds above swayed violently, and another roar sounded, which seemed immature compared to the Dragon King of Burning Prison.

But the roar became louder and more majestic.

"Is this... the roar of the Kirin?"

Someone exclaimed, causing another uproar.

The last time I fought against the Sword Saint, Zhou Xuanji stepped on the Fire Kirin.

Is that the Fire Kirin not simple either?

Then he thought, Zhou Xuanji was only left with the phoenix to gather the heads of the three ancient divine beasts.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swarmed towards the top of the mountain, and all the disciples of the Emperor Sword Court felt that something was being pulled out of their bodies, but they did not feel any discomfort.

Zhou Xiaoqi's roar became louder and louder, and it was like thunder shaking behind him, shaking deafeningly.

The monk Xuanhe looked ugly, and the death of the monk in black robe had a huge blow to him.

You know, even he can't beat the black-robed monk, but the black-robed monk was killed instantly by Zhou Xuanji.

Now that he saw the Dragon King of Burning Prison and heard the roar of the Fire Qilin, he felt a sense of frustration.

He is really not as good as Zhou Xuanji.

He suddenly understood why the arrogant Xian Yaohua was so devoted to Zhou Xuanji.

She may really admire Zhou Xuanji.

He knew Xian Xianghua for so long, and this was the first time he saw her treat such a man like this. Even Emperor Yang did not make Xian Xianghua moved.

Zhou Xuanji didn't know what the monk Xuanhe was thinking, he was feeling his luck.

The invisible luck rose, like the howling wind, and even his luck was sucked up.

The qi of the entire court is now poured into Zhou Xiaoqi's body.

Zhou Xiaoqi's body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, storming with flames and powerful.

"What a strong luck, I deserve to be the Sword Emperor."

At the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged man exclaimed.

His name is Li Yinyu, dressed in luxurious clothes and behaved generously. He is the owner of Canghailou, who controls the world's information. He also visited Zhou Xuanji today and happened to witness such a grand occasion.

The disciples of Canghailou behind him all looked admirable.

No wonder Zhou Xuanji was able to defeat the Sword Saint.

With this kind of luck alone, I am afraid that I can already compete with Emperor Yang.

at the same time.

In the north of the Northern Wilderness, in the snow and ice, Liu Wuji, who was strolling forward suddenly raised his eyes and looked to the south.

At this moment, he had returned to his normal body shape and was no longer as thin as a hair. His eyes were still glowing green and his white hair was dancing. He was walking in the vastness like an evil demon.

"What a great fortune, is it Zhou Xuanji or Emperor Yang?"

He murmured to himself, his mouth raised, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty look.

When he absorbed the essence of the Evil King and Fu Hao, he also absorbed their memories and became aware of the present day and was no longer confused.

He immediately turned around and walked towards the south.

Originally, he wanted to suck away the essence of all the creatures in the north, but now, he couldn't wait to absorb the essence of Zhou Xuanji and Emperor Yang.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Bai Hao stood on the cliff with the wind and joy, with the four seasons behind him like spring, the mountains and rivers like picturesque, and the icebergs in front of him were like undulating, like the other world.

"Since ancient times, the north has been a place of suppression. Emperor, your divine weapon is located in the north. Will it collide with Liu Wuji?"

Feng Kule asked carefully, and since he learned that Liu Wuji was resurrected, he was frightened and scared.

With Liu Wuji's strength, he can kill anyone he wants, and no one can stop him.

Bai Hao raised his mouth and smiled contemptuously: "What is Liu Wuji? I am not weaker than him at the peak of my emperor!"
Chapter completed!