The King of the Underworld glanced at Yu Wuji.
Send the Master of the Peach Garden on his way?
Many people had fantasized about such a thing.
Killing the Master of the Peach Garden would make him the new strongest person in the Immortal World.
How glorious would that be?
But it was just a fantasy.
Even an assassination force as strong as the Underworld dared not reveal the slightest idea in this regard, and instead cooperated with the Master of the Peach Garden.
Now Yu Wuji directly mentioned such a topic?
The King of the Underworld thought for a moment and said, "At least the Underworld can't do such a thing. We need you, Divine Son, or ask the one behind you to do it."
Yu Wuji said calmly, "Alright."
He didn't refuse.
…
…
On the Immortal Ancient arena.
The Yin-Yang Taoist and an expert of the Underworld landed from the waiting area at the same time and stood on the arena.
Wang Shiyu's eyes fell on the Yin-Yang Taoist.
No words.
No imposing manner burst forth.
But at this moment, everyone felt Wang Shiyu's resolute killing intent.
The Sword God Ji Qi died at the hands of the Yin-Yang Taoist.
Killing the Immortal Heart Sword Grandmaster was just the beginning.
Only by killing the Yin-Yang Taoist could they truly avenge the Sword God Ji Qi.
This round of extra matches was destined to be filled with the smell of gunpowder before it even started. It was filled with suspense and conflict.
The Yin-Yang Taoist looked indifferent.
In the past, a junior who could kill the Immortal Heart Sword Grandmaster would have been a great threat and a headache for him.
But now, he already had the blood-red sword in his hand.
He had mastered the divine power that surpassed this world.
No matter how strong his opponent was, it was just one sword strike.
Sizzle!
The blue barrier in the middle of the arena slowly disappeared.
The battle could begin.
The Yin-Yang Taoist floated in the air, looking down at Wang Shiyu.
He also didn't speak.
But the blood-red sword had been slowly unsheathed, floating beside him, bobbing up and down slightly.
The evil and terrifying aura was only slightly released, but it already made people feel despair and suffocated.
But he didn't attack.
Because someone had already made the first move.
"Hey hey hey … little guy, if you want to avenge Ji Qi, you have to ask the [Black Demon Thorn] in my hand first."
Black mist swirled. The top expert of the Underworld hid in the Void, but his killing intent and dangerous aura firmly locked on Wang Shiyu.
He couldn't wait to make a move.
If he killed Wang Siyu, he could obtain Sword God Ji Qi's inheritance.
In the past, Sword God Ji Qi's legacy was not attractive to the powerhouses of Immortal Blessed Lands.
But now, it was a secret treasure that everyone was scrambling for.
In mid-air.
The Yin-Yang Daoist looked at Wang Shiyu with a mocking expression.
You want to find me for revenge?
Hehe, you don't even have the chance to fight with me.
The faint black mist condensed into a faintly discernible tentacle that swept towards Wang Shiyu.
This was a power similar to the treacherous black fog that the black-robed monster from the Mansion of the Underworld had mastered. It was slightly less concentrated, but it still had an overwhelming advantage over immortal power.
This was also the reason why this expert from the Underworld was so confident to make the first move after seeing Wang Shiyu kill the Immortal Heart Sword Grandmaster.
Wang Shiyu pretended not to see it.
Her gaze had always been focused on the Yin Yang Daoist.
The wind was blowing.
His black hair flew into the air.
The starlight in his eyes suddenly brightened.
Wang Shiyu slapped the colorful sword light in her palm into the broken stone sword.
Gripping the sword.
He thrust out.
Xiu!
The sword radiance was shocking.
The broken stone sword gave off an incomparably magnificent splendor.
The sword wind tore the black mist apart.
Wang Shiyu rose with the sword, becoming one with the sword, and slashed at the Yin Yang Daoist.
This move was precisely the move that Ji Qi had executed during his battle with the Two Forms Daoist.
Using the same move, he once again used the sword way of the Sword God.
The dazzling sword radiance tore through the Void.
The Yin Yang Daoist sneered, "You can't even imitate the move of a loser … Die."
The blood-red sword gave off a divine radiance.
The Yin Yang Daoist used his trump card right from the start.
He wanted to kill quickly.
He wanted to kill Wang Shiyu as soon as possible to avoid a long night.
Xiu!
The sword whistled through the air.
The two sword radiances stabbed together in the Void.
Ding!
The sound of swords colliding.
The blood-red sword and the broken stone sword faced each other head-on.
The smile on the Yin Yang Daoist's face was fleeting.
Under the support of the rainbow light, the broken stone sword actually became inconceivably indestructible. In an instant, like a hot knife cutting through butter, it instantly pierced through, sliced through, and shattered the blood-red sword along the way. Then, it pierced through the body of the Daoist of Duality.
Light and shadow intertwined.
The figure of Wang Shiyu, who had become one with the sword, reappeared a hundred meters behind the Yin Yang Daoist.
The scene instantly froze.
The Yin Yang Daoist's face was blank.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the completely destroyed blood-red sword in his hand. Various expressions flashed through his eyes, finally turning into disbelief, despair, and fear.
"How … is this possible?"
He had the power of God.
He had used the power of God to destroy the Sword God, Ji Qi.
But why was he no match for Ji Qi's successor?
The aura of life quickly dissipated.
The battle between swordsmen was decided in an instant.
Life and death were decided.
A crack appeared between the Yin Yang Daoist's brows. Then, like a crack on the wall, it spread uncontrollably, constantly splitting the Yin Yang Daoist into pieces.
The Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda's master had died.
He left the arena.
Wang Shiyu slowly turned around, sword in hand.
The top expert of the Underworld who had been hiding in the Void slowly revealed his figure.
On his face was the same despair and fear.
He knew that he was dead for sure.
The Yin Yang Daoist, who had mastered the complete power of God and strengthened the blood-red sword, was unable to withstand the power of Wang Shiyu's sword. He, who had only obtained a little bit of the power of God, could not do much.
This was not the ending he wanted.
Thinking back to the harsh words he had uttered when intercepting Wang Shiyu, it was simply shameful.
"Who … who are you?"
He asked, almost roaring.
This was the same question that the Immortal Heart Sword Grandmaster had asked before his death.
Only in the arena, when he truly faced Wang Shiyu, could he experience that kind of despair and unwillingness, and only then could he feel that kind of shock and panic.
How could a rising star who had just come from the outside be able to do this?
They could not believe it.
He must be an old monster in human skin.
Wang Shiyu did not answer this question.
The broken stone sword swung.
The sword light flashed.
The top expert of the Underworld slowly fell.
His head was separated from his body.
He died.
The sixth round of the Immortal Ancient Arena had ended.
The person who stood at the end was someone no one had expected.
The wind blew, stirring the long black hair of the female swordsman, which danced like a burning black flame.
The broken stone sword finally ended its mission.
After being repeatedly injected with new power, and the sword itself was already damaged, it finally could not hold on any longer and turned into dust in the wind.
Scattered with the wind.
The seven-colored sword intent turned into a ball of light and fell into the palm of Wang Shiyu.
Then it merged into her body.
"Master, I have avenged you. Rest in peace."
Wang Shiyu looked up at the sky.
She had never thought that this trip to the Blessed Land of Ten Thousand Immortals would yield such a harvest.
Her own swordsmanship had long reached the extreme state, but she was just a little bit away from breaking the boundary.
It was like a thin layer of Xuan paper. It could be seen through the light, but it could not be torn.
Most of the swordsmanship and sword techniques that the Sword God Ji Qi taught her were useless to her, not even of much use as a reference.
But only the seven-colored sword intent helped Wang Shiyu really break through that layer of rice paper and achieve the effect of breaking the boundary.
Everyone thought that Wang Shiyu had obtained the inheritance of the Sword God Ji Qi and barely integrated with it. It was impossible for her to surpass Ji Qi in a short time.
But in fact, Wang Shiyu, who had made a breakthrough after a long preparation, was far stronger than Ji Qi in his strongest state.
In the sky, a golden starlight appeared.
The key also appeared.
And it was exactly the same as the situation with Hua Xiangrong.
Under the golden starlight, the projection produced by the giant key could not outline the "door" on the arena and open the passage to the Immortal Ancient Battlefield.
Wang Shiyu raised her hand and waved.
The giant key fell into her palm.
A stream of light swayed down from the sky.
Wang Shiyu was led to the waiting area again, standing at the same height as Hua Xiangrong.
From the beginning to the end, her expression was calm and composed. She wasn't happy about material gains, nor was she sad about herself. Her emotions were like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, without any ripples, not even the slightest ripple.
Different from Hua Xiangrong's gentle and gentle demeanor when she was not fighting, Wang Shiyu's expression and bones were full of sword-like coldness.
Two peerless women, standing in the sky at the same time, were like the sun and the moon, with a light and aura that no one dared to stare at.
The two women had crushed the giants of the Blessed Land of Immortals.
The power they showed had surpassed the knowledge and understanding of these immortals who were full of superiority.
They were too outstanding.
In the history of the Blessed Land of Immortals, there had never been a female expert of this level.
Flowers bloomed on a stalk.
They stole the glory of all things in the world.
Li Mu looked at the two women on the screen of the Water Mirror Technique, and his heart was filled with infinite emotions.
Like him, they had also risen from humble beginnings.
Those who had made things difficult for them, looked down on them, and could even control their fate with a single thought, were now less than ants and dust in front of them.
Fate was so amazing.
At this time, there were only four rounds of the Immortal Ancient Battle left.
"Hua Xiangrong and Wang Shiyu both got the keys, but they couldn't enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield. Could it be that I have to collect all three keys at the same time, or even the last six keys at the same time, to open the door to the Immortal Ancient Battlefield … This is different from the past, what does it mean?"
Li Mu rubbed his temples.
He had a feeling that was getting clearer and clearer.
Something terrible was about to happen.
The Immortal Ancient Battle continued.
The cruel battle on the arena would not change anyone's will.
The first person to appear on the arena in the seventh round was the Wind God Wu Yun of the All Divine Palaces.
His opponent was Ouyang Wuwo, the peak master of the Sword Vibration Peak of the Immortal Heart Sword Sect.
Both were top giants of the seven forces, and in terms of status, they were equal.
This battle lasted for a full twenty-four hours.
This was the normal way of fighting between the top giants of the Blessed Land of Immortals.
Giants of similar status, cultivation, and combat strength were actually not much different. It was extremely rare to end a battle quickly, and it would take a long time to determine the life and death.
Like Hua Xiangrong and Wang Shiyu, who crushed their opponents in a quick battle, would always be in the minority.
This battle finally came to an end with the tragic victory of the Wind God Wu Yun.
The next battle was between the Martial Granduncle of the Immortal Heart Sword Sect and Fury God Pei Wei. After three days and three nights, the Martial Granduncle of the Immortal Heart Sword Sect won and killed Fury God Pei Wei on the arena.
The big shots who could make the whole Immortal Realm tremble with a stomp of their feet fell one after another, and the lives of the noble masters became cheap.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
