The strongest emperor in history

Chapter 594

"Not necessarily, not necessarily, at least try." Su Tianling responded.

The existence of the peak of the holy way of the imperial clan didn't say anything, but he didn't mind. The Ye clan's imperial clan lost both battles, and they both lost to the same person, which made him feel very ashamed.

"Ye Jing, you go." The existence at the peak of the imperial clan's holy way looked at a woman, who was the existence of the third realm of the holy way.

Ye Jing was dressed in white and looked very beautiful. She glanced at Su Tianling before turning her eyes away. The Ye Clan lost two games in a row, and she had to win the third game. Otherwise, what would the Ye Clan face?
The holy land stepped out of the strongest third-level existence, and fought with Ye Jing in the sky. The fight ended quickly, and finally ended with Ye Jing winning.

However, just winning one game is not enough, you need to continue to win, preferably all the time!

Su Tianling didn't even look at it, and just chatted with Hua Qingcheng. The success or failure of the Holy Land had nothing to do with him. He didn't have any sense of belonging to the Holy Land, and he came to this Holy Land just to find someone.

About an hour passed.

The faces of the people in the Holy Land were cast with a shadow, except for Su Tianling who won two games, all the others lost.

Now there is only one battle left at the peak of the Holy Path. I don't know whether this battle will be won by the top of the Emperor Clan or the Holy Master of their Holy Land.

But at this moment, all the members of the Imperial Clan seemed to have recovered the spirit they had when they first arrived. Their Imperial Clan had been winning from the third game to the eighth game, finally proving the strength of the Imperial Clan in the same realm.

However, Su Tianling had won them two games before, which still made them feel a little uncomfortable.

At this time.

The powerhouse at the peak of the Holy Path of the Imperial Clan stepped out, and he glanced at the Holy Masters of the Nine Holy Lands present, as well as Hua Qingcheng, "My surname is Ye, and my name is Nanqiu. All the existences at the peak of the Holy Path of the Holy Lands can challenge me."

Everyone saw the existence of the peak of the emperor's holy way, and it turned out that his name was Ye Nanqiu.

"Who will go first?" All the sages looked at each other, they didn't want to fight Ye Nanqiu first, they wanted others to challenge first, and then fight Ye Nanqiu after finding out the details of Ye Nanqiu.

When all the holy masters were unwilling to challenge first, Ye Nanqiu's arrogance seemed to be a little stronger. He glanced at everyone, "Are all the holy masters of the holy lands afraid? Afraid of losing to me?"

"I go first." In the end, it was the Lord Chenjian who walked out first. Since no one was willing to challenge first, he would be the first to challenge.

The Lord Chenjian has reached the peak of the holy way, and his strength is very terrifying. Even the coercion that he exudes unintentionally gives people a suffocating feeling.

Chen Jianling stood above the void, looking straight at Ye Nanqiu who was a hundred meters away, "One move will determine the outcome."

"Okay." After Ye Nanqiu responded, he stretched out his hand. When he stretched out his hand, it was like a palm covering the sky, covering the light of the sun and the stars in the sky. It was like darkness enveloped him. Countless people couldn't see the slightest light clearly.

The entire Shang-Rank area was plunged into darkness, and countless people opened their eyes and felt blind, unable to see anything.

Those with the fire attribute gushed out flames, covering the surroundings with the light of the flames, allowing everyone to see the light again.

And above the void, the Lord Chen Sword calmly looked at the palm that covered the sky and the sun. His sword swept across the void, and the interlacing of the sword and the space produced dazzling sparks. The sparks were like a big sun. Diffuse the entire upper-grade region, and let the entire upper-grade region regenerate light.

boom!
When the sword collided with the palm, the terrifying force was facing each other, causing the void in the central area to continuously resound with cracking sounds. The cracking sound penetrated from top to bottom, causing many people's eardrums to be extremely painful.

Everyone was also staring at the sky, wanting to know if there was any difference between the peak of the holy way of the holy land and the peak of the holy way of the imperial clan.

After all, those who can reach the peak level of the holy way, without exception, are the arrogance of heaven.

And if Ye Nanqiu can beat the Lord Chenjian, it must be because Ye Nanqiu has obtained the emperor's art.

the next moment.

Everyone saw that the light in the void gradually dimmed, and the light from the sword of the Lord Chenjian was finally covered by Ye Nanqiu's palm that blocked the sky and the sun.

After about two breaths, the sword light completely dimmed.

The big palm that blocks the sky and the sun is still hanging in the sky, preventing any light from shining down.

"You lost." Ye Nanqiu calmly looked at the Sword Master Chen who was a hundred meters away.

Lord Chenjian looked at Ye Nanqiu calmly, "I believe that I practice hard and have extraordinary talent. I lost to you in the same realm. The reason for defeat is not that I don't work hard, nor that my talent is weaker than you, but that I was not as good as you. "

"A good birth is also luck, so you still lost." Ye Nanqiu responded calmly. He was born in the Ye family, and he was taught by the strong since he was a child. The perfect guidance system can make people overcome their weaknesses in all aspects. All smoothed out.

He was able to defeat the Sword Lord Chen, one thing is right, what he practiced was the imperial art inherited from the great emperor of the Ye clan, although he could only cultivate superficially, it was better than the holy art.

The Lord Chenjian didn't say anything, a straight figure descended to the ground, and the hand that covered the sky suspended in the void disappeared out of thin air.

Let the sun hanging in the sky shine down on the earth again, so that people can see the light. No one wants to experience the feeling of being shrouded in darkness and seeing nothing.

All the sages sighed in their hearts, how can a person who can reach the peak of the holy way be so simple?Master Chen Jiansheng lost to Ye Nanqiu, it was indeed not a very good life.

If one was born in the Imperial Clan and received the best guidance, it might be a different situation.

"I'm coming." At this moment, a voice sounded, and everyone couldn't help looking over the voice. The person who spoke was the Holy Lord of Chu Jun's Holy Land.

Everyone was a little surprised. Everyone saw the previous battle. Ye Nanqiu used the imperial technique, but Chu Jun still wanted to fight. How could he win it?
Chu Jun's figure crossed the space and appeared in the void instantly. He looked at Ye Nanqiu calmly, "Let's do it."

Ye Nanqiu looked at Chu Jun, although he was a little surprised, but the ending would not change, he could still suppress Chu Jun with one hand.

With the same move, a big hand stretched out, covering the sky and the sun, causing the light to disappear again, and completely reduced to darkness.

Chu Jun made a move at this time, punched out, and the space exploded, and all the spaces he passed exploded.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, what kind of mysterious skill is this?

You must know that the space in the Xuanqi Continent is very strong, and it is impossible for the existence of the Holy Realm to shatter the space. Only the Emperor Realm can burst the space.

This Chu Jun is obviously only in the peak holy realm, how did he do it?
Ye Nanqiu watched the space continue to explode, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Chu Jun with a little surprise, "I didn't expect you to get the Emperor Art."

"It's just a residual imperial art." Chu Jun said, the imperial art he obtained is the splitting fist, and what is split is empty.

(End of this chapter)