Huadu Superb Mad Doctor

Chapter 1111 Sound
Under the gaze of everyone, Hu Potian came to ten meters away from the emperor's stele. ! !
Taking a deep breath, he drew his right hand upwards, and the sword drew a perfect arc.

Fully unsheathed.

Then it is to directly display the talent skill.

The originally extremely terrifying sword power increased rapidly, and it increased by about [-]% in the blink of an eye.

Simply appalling.

This level of improvement is even slightly inferior to that of Hei Qiong just now.

In terms of the purity of the bloodline, it is one thing to inherit it from the innate, but it is another thing to use the secret method to polish and improve it the day after tomorrow.

In terms of congenital inheritance, it is estimated that Hei Qiong has the advantage.

But it lags behind Hu Potian in terms of acquired polishing and improvement.

The sword power has reached its peak, and the sword energy is raging everywhere, and the surrounding aura seems to have become the sharpest sword energy.

Taking a breath, my chest hurts.

"cut!"

Hu Potian roared loudly, but before the sound came out, the sword had already fallen.

Like a startled bird like a shooting star.

It's like a silver bottle leaking out like a stone breaking the sky.

In a hundredth of a second, the sword energy landed on the emperor's tablet mark.

As expected.

Nothing happens.

Since then.

Everyone was desperate, firmly believing that no one would be able to leave traces on the Emperor's Stele.

Although Liujiannu and Ye Xiao haven't tried it yet.

But no one had hoped anymore.

I can only shake my head and sigh.

After all, it is the age of doomsday now, and there will no longer be the Chosen One who defied the heavens and changed his fate and changed the color of the world in ancient times.

All the geniuses on the scene are placed in ancient times.

I'm afraid it will only be overshadowed.

become ordinary.

brush!
The slave of the six swords rushed out, both in movement and speed, as if they were one person.

The six people said no, and then quickly swept up.

Silhouettes follow.

There are afterimages everywhere.

Look dazzling.

Then a Six Swordsman stopped.

Stand there perfectly still.

Then came the second one.

Standing on the shoulders of the first Six Swordsman.

And so on.

It's like stacking Arhats.

The slave of six swords began wiping and wielding his sword, brewing.

During this process, the sword energy on the six sword slaves started from the bottom six sword slaves.

Keep going up.

Wait until the top six sword slaves.

The sword energy has risen to an extremely terrifying level.

It is slightly better than Hu Potian.

Then flew up again.

One word formed a line, like a geese passing through without gaps, piercing on the mark of the emperor's stele.

No response, no fluctuations, as expected.

Because there is no expectation, naturally there will be no disappointment and discussion.

That's what everyone cares about at this point.

No one can leave traces on the emperor's stele, and the most core and precious treasures cannot be touched.

I can only enter Baoshan and return empty-handed.

"I'll try it!"

Ye Xiao looked at Ling Qingyun and smiled slightly, and said softly.

"Well, you can definitely do it!"

Ling Qingyun nodded, unlike the others, she had strong confidence in Ye Xiao.

Although it sounds extremely crazy to be able to leave marks on the emperor's stele.

But hasn't Ye Xiao been synonymous with miracles all along?
"Cut, what a fart, if Ye Xiao can leave traces on the emperor's stele, I'll wear my underwear backwards, I'm really overwhelmed!"

A martial artist from the North District who had great opinions on Ye Xiao couldn't help but sarcastically.

"That's right, even Hu Potian can't do it, why should he, Ye Xiao!"

Another martial artist from the northern district said with disdain on his face.

"Anyone who thinks that Ye Xiao can leave a mark, I am willing to make a bet with him. If I win, you can give me [-] spirit stones. If I lose, I will give you the spiritual level weapon in my hand!"

A tall warrior from the northern district grinned and said loudly.

This is an asymmetrical bet, spiritual weapons are far more than ten thousand spiritual stones.

He is confident.

It is determined that Ye Xiao is 100% unable to leave a mark on the Emperor's Stele.

Some warriors in Zhongzhou, especially Ye Xiao's friends, were filled with righteous indignation, and this kind of tone really couldn't be tolerated.

Ye Xiao acted as if he had never heard of it.Standing in front of the Emperor Beihen, he was not in a hurry to make a move, but had a smile on his face, with an indescribable confidence in his eyes.

If there is really a Chosen One.

It must be him, only him.

After all, from the remote and powerful wilderness, he devoted himself to the person with the same name and surname on the earth.

Not to mention unprecedented.

At least he hasn't heard of it.

If this is not luck and God's will, then what is it!

Besides, in his previous life in the wasteland, he had tested it on the emperor's stele mark, and successfully left a mark.

the difference is.

In the previous life, he relied on strong and unrivaled hard power.

It is called a war saint, and has the strength of conferring kings and worshiping emperors.

Now relying on luck.

Although it has not left any traces, it is still too early to say that it is not appropriate.

But this is Ye Xiao's absolute confidence.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath, and began to circulate the sword essence in his body, and the four sword souls in the soul sea also quickly fused together.

The extremely terrifying sword will permeated.

Soaring straight up and smashing thousands of miles.

If the sword energy of Hu Potian Liujiannu can make the nearby air become icy cold.

Now Ye Xiao's sword energy is directly used, and every strand of air is a sharp sword.

For an instant.

There seemed to be countless treasured swords around Ye Xiao.

And he is in the middle.

There is a feeling of returning to the clan with thousands of swords.

Slowly hanging half a meter in the air, the black hair flew up like splashed ink, and the sword energy like substance began to explode wildly.

All the aura of heaven and earth within a kilometer radius was drained and turned into a vacuum state.

Then with the blood drinking sword unsheathed, everything got a catharsis point.

The blood-red sword body of the blood-drinking sword seemed unable to withstand such a powerful force, and it kept making "creaking and creaking" sounds.

Then quickly cut off.

When the sword energy fell on the emperor's stele mark, there was no scene of sparks radiating.

Some just "chuck".

The sound is very light.

But it fell into the ears of everyone, as if a muffled thunder exploded.

They were blown into a daze, in a daze, in a daze.

Immediately, he took a deep breath.

He looked at Ye Xiao with extremely incredible eyes.

He said in an extremely trembling tone: "The emperor's stele has actually made a sound, how is this possible!"

"Damn it, is there something wrong with my ears? I seem to hear something!"

"No, no, I don't believe it, I must be dreaming!"

The scene completely exploded, and all kinds of roars were mixed together. The sound was so loud that it almost dissipated the spiritual energy.

Hu Potian, Bai Qiong, Yuan Hengying, Wang Chenfeng and others all stared wide-eyed.

Even the usually expressionless Six Swordsman showed a surprised expression.

But the sound of "嗤" didn't stop without a single sound.

And it's still going on.

"chi chi chi"

The sound continued.

Then everyone saw a trace appearing slowly but unwaveringly on the emperor's stele that had been silent for a long time.

The trace is like a little snake wriggling and growing.

The scene fell silent again.

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(End of this chapter)