"Haha, is this the strength of your God Realm? All of you are vulnerable. Even the weakest of the people I brought is far inferior to her. "The old man laughed." Do you really think you can defeat the evil woman with just a motley crew? "
"In my opinion, you should give up on this idea and find a place to hide from the disaster."
His sarcastic words fiercely stimulated everyone's self-esteem.
"What is there to be arrogant about? Isn't it just two consecutive wins? I'll do it! " An unknown strong man jumped onto the arena, holding a strange long knife. "I am Wu Yiming!"
Hearing this name, the audience inside and outside the arena erupted again.
"It's him? The former Knife Emperor Wu Yiming!! "
"What? Three thousand years ago, he defeated the four great empires of the same level? "
"Wasn't it said that he was killed by Nitian Guyun?"
Three thousand years ago, among the younger generation, there was an outstanding figure who was famous in the God Realm. At the age of thirty, he reached the peak of Level Three.
His Saber Dao was even more superb.
Except for the four great emperors at the time, no one was sure that they could kill this person.
Some people called him the Knife Emperor.
Three thousand years had passed, and the youth of the past was no longer there. Instead, he was replaced by the old Wu Yiming.
After three thousand years, his cultivation and attainments in the Saber Dao would definitely be astonishing!
Even Tai Qing Yun Luan revealed a look of shock and doubt, "Strange, isn't he dead?"
She could be so sure that Wu Yiming had already perished.
This matter was not a secret among the four emperors. Back then, Wu Yiming was in the limelight, and the Heaven-defying Empire had extended an olive branch to him.
However, Wu Yiming was rebellious and refused all the empires.
In the end, he angered Nitian Guyun, who personally killed him to prevent him from falling into the hands of the enemy and becoming a big problem.
Why was he still alive?
While thinking, Taiqing Yunluan secretly asked Su Yu for instructions.
But strangely, Su Yu closed his eyes and sat down, completely ignoring her.
Taiqing Yunluan was helpless and could only stare at the arena with suspicion.
"Three moves!" Wu Yiming held the long knife and pointed it at the black-clothed youth.
The black-clothed youth laughed. "Okay, I will finish you in three moves!"
Shua –
The black-clothed young man disappeared abruptly once again. That strange and untraceable movement technique caused the hearts of all the spectators to rise to their throats.
It was as if they could see Wu Yiming's tragic death again.
However, Wu Yiming snorted coldly, "What a sneaky trick!"
"One Blade to Break All Techniques!" Wu Yiming's long saber swept out, shooting out endless saber shadows. With him as the center, they shot out in all directions, covering every angle.
Puff –
Instantly, a shocking scene appeared.
Ripples of light flickered near the arena, and the sound of cloth being torn resounded.
Then, there was an explosion, as if something had been destroyed.
The scene on the arena seemed to have changed into another space.
The arena was still the same arena, but it gave off a completely different feeling.
This was especially true for the black-clothed youth. He had clearly disappeared, but now he had appeared behind Wu Yiming without anyone noticing. He was sneakily preparing to kill him.
At this moment, everyone was enlightened!
So it was an illusion!
It was no wonder that the famous Peacock King, a martial artist who excelled in movement techniques like her, had died so tragically.
It turned out that everyone, including the spectators, was already trapped in an illusion.
The black-clothed youth she saw was just an illusion. The real black-clothed youth took advantage of her illusion to despicably injure or injure her.
Wu Yiming saw the clues and used his saber to break the illusion array.
The black-clothed youth revealed a look of surprise. His eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He did not retreat but advanced instead, fiercely grabbing towards Wu Yiming's heart.
Wu Yiming snorted coldly, "Cold Saber Like Wind!"
The long saber in his hand suddenly stabbed into the arena.
Suddenly, a gust of wind gushed out from the long saber. Like a tornado, it wrapped around Wu Yiming.
That tornado was filled with extremely sharp saber qi.
The black-clothed youth was caught off guard and was sucked into the tornado. He did not even have the chance to scream before he was torn into pieces by the tornado.
The black-clothed youth was eliminated!
Within two moves, he was cleanly eliminated!
The Saber Emperor's swift and fierce methods were extremely inspiring.
"We won! We won! "
"Long live the Saber Emperor!"
"Hahaha, that's what you get for being arrogant. Our Deity Realm is blessed with great people. A mere barbarian dares to be so arrogant!"
On the platform, the black-clothed elder's expression changed for the first time. Traces of anger lingered on his face.
Tai Qing Yun Luan let out a long breath. Although she had doubts in her heart, no matter what, Wu Yiming had indeed helped them vent their anger.
Especially the death of the Peacock King!
"The descendant of the dragon race is only so-so. Eliminated in two moves. Unable to withstand a single blow." Tai Qing Yun Luan's expression became much more relaxed. She was full of confidence, "I advise you to return to the wilderness as soon as possible. Don't continue to embarrass yourself."
The black-clothed elder stared at Wu Yiming and said in a low voice, "Don't you feel that it is too despicable for a soul body to participate in a spar? This is unfair. I suggest that we disqualify him from the competition! "
"Hehe!" Tai Qing Yun Luan sneered, "In terms of despicability, isn't it even more despicable for your clansmen to use illusions to confuse the opponent and ambush him to death?"
The black-clothed elder's expression was calm, "Illusions are also a part of one's strength. Who said that illusions are not allowed?"
Tai Qing Yun Luan sneered, "Then, who said that souls are not allowed to participate? Besides, you are well aware of how weak a soul body is! You clearly have a great advantage. Why are you still complaining that it is unfair? Why don't your clansmen also have their souls out of their bodies. How about it? "
These words won everyone's cheers.
"That's right. Why are you being unfair? Won't it be over if everyone uses their souls to fight? "
"You really don't want face. You have the advantage and you still cry injustice!"
"Hehe, these wild boorish people are probably hoping that we will tie our hands and feet to compete with them. That is only fair!"
The merciless mockery caused the black-clothed elder's expression to gradually darken. He said coldly, "Fine! Then let's change people! "
"You go!" He pointed at another black-clothed youth.
His aura was even stronger than the first.
"I leave!" However, Wu Yiming decisively went down. Carrying his long blade, he walked out of the venue without turning back.
The onlookers were stunned. The morale that they had gathered with great difficulty started to decline again.
However, a figure flashed on the arena, and a scholar in a scholar's outfit appeared. He waved his Qiankun Fan and said leisurely, "Let me go!"
The black-clothed elder glanced at him, and his old eyes lit up. "Another soul body! Who are you? "
The scholar said casually, "I am the Nine Poisons Scholar."
Hearing this, the onlookers were surprised again.
"The Nine Poisons Scholar … Is he the Poison King who shocked the four emperors of the God Realm 5,000 years ago?"
"Yes! It should be him! His poison skills are superb and no one can compete with him. His disciples are all poison masters. The Nine Poisons Sect that he created was on the verge of becoming the fifth dynasty. "
"I can't believe he is still alive! This is unbelievable!"
On the rostrum, Tai Qing Yun Luan widened her eyes in surprise.
The Nine Poisons Sect had threatened the ruling position of the four dynasties, so they had been killed by the joint forces of the four dynasties.
Their sect master, the Nine Poisons Scholar, had been killed by Yongye Jiuyang.
Tai Qing Yun Luan had seen that scene with her own eyes.
He was definitely dead. Why is his soul still here?
Strange! This is too strange!
She asked Su Yu again, but found that Su Yu was still daydreaming.
"Senior Su, why did you …" Tai Qing Yun Luan grumbled, but suddenly, her eyes flickered with wisdom. Her gaze swept past Su Yu and the Nine Poisons Scholar below, and her heart was filled with ecstasy. The bewilderment on her face disappeared, replaced by a knowing smile, and she sipped her tea leisurely.
"Come on, ten moves," the black-clothed elder ordered.
The second black-clothed young man jumped onto the arena and stared at the Nine Poisons Scholar. "I don't need ten moves, just five will do!"
"Boundless trees fall, not only the Yangtze River rolls in!" The black-clothed young man stood still and recited an ancient poem.
When he finished speaking, a magnificent scene appeared on the arena and engulfed the Nine Poisons Scholar.
The black-clothed young man curled his lips disdainfully. "It seems I don't need five moves, just one will do!"
He put his palms together, and the magnificent scene shrank into a painting.
Strangely, the Nine Poisons Scholar was also trapped in the painting and couldn't escape.
The black-clothed young man said coldly, "Drown him!"
Splash, splash —
In the painting, the waters of the Yangtze River suddenly rolled, setting off monstrous waves that drowned the entire painting, including the Nine Poisons Scholar.
Such a strange divine technique was truly frightening and frightening.
Everyone was immediately concerned about the Nine Poisons Scholar's safety.
However, the Nine Poisons Scholar's figure could no longer be seen in the waves. His breath had been cut off, as if he had been erased from the world.
The black-clothed young man laughed sinisterly. "How weak, so easily …"
But at that moment, the painting scroll in his hand was suddenly corroded into ashes by the poison.
The boundless river water poured out of the painting like a broken dam, and the black-clothed young man was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
"Ah!" The black-clothed young man let out a painful cry.
The river water that rushed out was purplish black and emitted an endless amount of poison. The black-clothed young man was completely corroded in the river water.
When the river water in the painting flowed away, an elegant scholar leisurely walked out.
He calmly glanced at the black-clothed young man and said, "The descendant of the Dragon Clan is only so-so."
After saying this, he fluttered his sleeves and floated away.
"Hahaha! Child of the Dragon Clan, do you know how powerful the God Realm is? "
"Since ancient times, the God Realm has produced many outstanding talents. Do you think that with just a little bit of the Dragon Clan's bloodline, you can look down on us?"
"Haha, get lost quickly. Don't let your people die here!"
The black-clothed old man's face darkened slightly. He turned his head and stared at Su Yu.
Although he had no evidence, his intuition told him that the two strange soul bodies that appeared consecutively must be related to Su Yu.
"Alright! Let's continue! "The black-clothed old man snorted lightly and called out another black-clothed young man, whose ability was even stronger.
On the side of the God Realm, another strong man of the older generation who had been living in seclusion for many years jumped out.
This time, it was an old monster from eight thousand years ago, the Fatal Swordsman!
Seeing this scene, Taiqing Yun Luan was completely relieved.
Years ago, the Fatal Swordsman had been instructed to come to the Imperial City to assassinate her. She had killed him with her own hands, his body and soul destroyed. There was no possibility that he would ever live again.
Without a doubt, this was all Su Yu's doing!
And the result was just as she had expected. Within three moves, the black-clothed young man had killed another one.
The black-clothed old man's face was as gloomy as water. "Next!"
On the side of the God Realm, another old monster had appeared, and each one was stronger than the last.
After ten consecutive rounds, ten black-clothed young men had been killed consecutively!
Even the last one was extremely powerful, close to a Level Two deity. He was an existence that terrified even Taiqing Yun Luan.
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