After I divorced, I was chased after by the best saints

Chapter 127 The Great Xia Empire's Strongest Two Xia Emperors Confronted

Xia Haiwei raised his eyebrows, turned around and stood back with a blank expression.

The aura dissipated, and the jade slips fell to the ground entirely by God's will. It was impossible for Xia Feng to tamper with them under the noses of the ninth-level Martial Emperors.

The remaining four Xia Emperors, after a short rest, began a two-two duel.

The second round of competition lasted much longer than the first round. Emperor Xia who managed to make it to the top five were all outstanding among the ninth heavenly level Martial Emperors.

In the first round, the slightly weaker Martial Emperor of the Heaven Rank was defeated by these peak powerhouses within a dozen rounds, unlike the second round where they were evenly matched.

The seventh Emperor Xia fought against the No.11 Emperor Xia. One of them held a dark claw and the other held a long sword. They were inseparable from each other.

The crackling sound of countless weapons colliding sounded from the sky above the Emperor Dragon Terrace, and the bombardment of the Heaven and Earth Avenue caused the shattered space to form turbulence.

Xia Feng was silent.

When Xia Ming and the others competed for the throne before, the turmoil caused by the attacks they exerted with all their strength was not as violent as the casual attacks of these two Emperor Xia.

This is the real Heaven Rank Ninth Level Martial Emperor, a strong man who is qualified to step into the territory of the Martial God.

Looking at the turbulence formed around him due to the fighting, Xia Feng finally had a clear awareness of Emperor Wudi, the peak of heaven.

Although he is also Emperor Wu, compared to them, he is like a child to a reckless man.

No... It should be said that it is a baby against a reckless man, and a child can still use the number as an advantage, and there is a possibility of a comeback.

But Xia Feng knew that no matter how many of himself there were, there was no way to shake the Heaven Rank Martial Emperor one bit.

Fortunately, the Emperor Dragon Terrace was fixed by the top ten successive Xia Emperors with a large formation. Otherwise, this horrific battle would have been left outside, and I don't know how many innocent civilians would have been killed or injured.

After about three hundred rounds, Xia Qingyang let out a roar, and used the long sword wrapped in fifty Dao rules in his hand to cut off the dark claw of No. 11 Emperor Xia.

No.11 Emperor Ren Xia looked at the broken part of the dark claws in both hands, couldn't help sighing, then turned around and hugged Xia Qingyang, before falling to the ground and retreating.

Compared with the seventh Emperor Xia, his strength is still a bit behind.

Although they are all top-grade imperial soldiers, he can feel that the rules of the Dao contained in Xia Qingyang's Qingyun Sword are more pure, with a hint of divinity faintly.

Therefore, it is understandable that one's top-grade emperor soldier should not be able to defeat the opponent.

Fortunately, the shadowy dark claw is the personal emperor soldier he fed all the way. It only needs to spend some time and use the essence and blood to accumulate for a period of time, and it will be restored to its original state.

The seventh Emperor Xia also withdrew his sword blade, walked out of the Emperor Dragon Terrace, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and began to recover his spiritual power.

The second match also started, and the ninth Xiadi and the No.12 Xiadi also fought with all their might.

The two fought more rounds than Xia Qingyang and the others had fought before.

You come and go, but there is no way to truly defeat the opponent. In desperation, the two can only fall into a muddy tug-of-war.

After half an hour, the recovery speed of the spiritual energy was not as fast as that of the ninth Emperor Xia, the No. 12 Emperor Xia, and he took the initiative to admit defeat.

He is a sensible person. Even if he wins the competition, his state after that may not be able to surpass the seventh and eighth emperors of Xia.

Although there was no competition before, the previous top ten Xia Emperors knew it well.

To say who is the strongest, one has to choose between these two.

Judging from the cohesion speed of the divine body, the seventh emperor Xia has reached 40.00% seven, while the eighth emperor Xia is 40.00% five, which is about the same.

After the divine body is condensed to [-]%, it can become a demigod.

Apart from them, the remaining Xia emperors are only 20.00% strongest.

Before the competition, everyone was lucky, thinking that they might be able to win by chance and get the Void Cauldron.

But at this time, it seems that there is no accident. Hard power is hard power. If you are not as skilled as you are, you will lose.

Since only one person can take away the Void Cauldron, let’s give it to the strongest. After all, everyone’s surname is Xia. If one person becomes a martial god, the rest can also receive Pang Ze’s personal guidance. The improvement of an artifact aid should be faster.

The ninth Emperor Xia wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground, with a faint blue light emitting from his body, frantically swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal himself.

Both the seventh Emperor Xia and the eighth Emperor Xia silently closed their eyes, waiting for his reply.

It's a pity that the ninth Emperor Xia and the No.12 Emperor Xia fought too fiercely, and it was difficult for him to recover from his injuries in a short time.

No matter what, the winner must be decided today. The seventh Emperor Xia and the eighth Emperor Xia are bound to win the Void Cauldron. They cannot wait for the ninth Emperor Xia to spend several days or even ten days!

In desperation, the ninth Emperor Xia had no choice but to sigh quietly, and voluntarily gave up the competition.

The top ten successive Xia Emperors quickly selected the two strongest ones.

The seventh Emperor Xia Qingyang, and the eighth Emperor Xia Haiwei.

"Sure enough, the final winner can only emerge between the two of us."

The corners of Xia Haiwei, the eighth emperor of Xia, raised his lips, showing an expression of determination to win.

"Second Uncle, this Void Cauldron, I will do my part."

"It's not up to you to decide whose hands the artifact falls into. Let's see the real chapter under your hands."

Xia Qingyang, the seventh emperor of Xia, curled his lips, then rose into the air and landed steadily on the Emperor Dragon Terrace.

Xia Haiwei didn't procrastinate, holding a giant axe, like a God of War, he jumped towards the Dilong Terrace, and the ground burst every inch of it!

The defeated Emperor Xia, as well as the officials in the audience, held their breath and watched the two above them intently.

Xia Qingyang and Xia Haiwei, these two are the strongest in the Great Xia Empire, and both have condensed nearly half of their divine bodies.

Such a battle between dragons and tigers, even if many warriors live another 10 years, they may not be able to see it.

The two of them looked solemn, and they did not dare to be careless or careless towards each other.

They all knew the opponent's strength, so they didn't dare to attack rashly, but kept moving their feet to observe each other, looking for flaws in the attack.

Everyone watching couldn't help becoming nervous.

Xia Feng noticed that his grandfather Xia Ming was also frowning at this time, staring at the two of them, without the slightest contempt in his eyes.

Although he is also the Heaven Rank Ninth Layer Martial Emperor, the degree of cohesion of his divine body is only 5.00%.

If he didn't rely on the Void Cauldron, he wouldn't be a match for either of the two.

"boom!"

Finally, the two figures moved. Under the gaze of countless people, the two collided like meteorites from the sky, causing countless aftermath.

"call out!"

The long sword in Xia Qingyang's hand glowed with a faint cold light, and he slashed at Xia Haiwei in front of him. Every move he made was accompanied by fierce spatial fluctuations, and the sharp sound of breaking wind made people below the martial saint couldn't help but groan. ear screaming.

(End of this chapter)