The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 157 The World Martial Arts Association

"Noisy!"

Luo Yang frowned, and with a flick of his sleeve, he slapped the emissary in white. The emissary coughed up blood, and a blood-red handprint swelled up on his face.

The emissary in white was stupefied and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to regain his senses. After a dozen or so breaths, he let out a sharp cry, so out of breath that he almost pierced his eardrum.

"You are all going to die, you are all going to die! Remember the shame you have given me, I want you to bear it a thousand times! I will make your life worse than death, and you will be tortured. All women will be treated as slaves, and all men will be castrated!"

The emissary in white with disheveled hair and a mouth that had lost most of his teeth roared inarticulately, almost mad, like a mad dog, and took out a roll of bright yellow decrees from his arms, with a huge "Wu" character printed on it.

"The decree is open, please invite the saint!" The emissary in white opened the decree with enthusiasm, his face and head were covered with blood, and he was still so meticulous.

Following the unfolding of the decree, a terrifying momentum erupted, covering the entire palace in an instant, and a monstrous light lit up, illuminating nine heavens and ten places, like a lake of spiritual light.

In the center of the boundless light stood an old man. He was dressed in coarse linen and had long snow-white hair, but his face was extremely rosy, especially his pair of eyes.

It seems that there are two whirlpools in the deep sea, and one glance can shake people's mood, and even the soul almost wants to fly out involuntarily.

Wu Shengren!
To be precise, it should be said that Wu Shengren's magical powers left in the decree, in order to protect the envoys of the decree and suppress those who disobeyed, appeared at this moment to deal with Luoyang and others.

All the civil and military officials in the court, whose cultivation base was below the Vajra Realm, couldn't bear this coercion at all, and fell to their knees with a big plop.

Their faces were blood-red and their faces were ferocious. They were fighting, their veins were bulging and they tried their best, but they couldn't stand up at all.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering a random mission and defeating the martial sage's divine power. Successful missions will reward you with a higher level of spiritual power, and there will be no punishment for mission failures."

The sound of the system sounded without warning, and a dragon-shaped divine light shot out from Luoyang's eyes, illuminating Kyushu, splitting the entire world, sweeping away that coercion, and saving the officials from the fire and water.

"I am the lord of the Kyushu, the true son of heaven, and I am the only one in the territory of the Han Dynasty! Just a phantom wants to suppress me, you are too disrespectful to me! Break me!"

Luoyang stood up, and the power of the formation in the imperial city was mobilized. The flames filled the sky and turned into a brilliant magic lamp, and rushed towards the phantom of Wu Shengren to fight against the decree.

"Luoyang, you dare to offend the sage Wu, even if the king descends to earth today, he will not be able to save you!" The messenger in white felt very happy, thinking that Luoyang was seeking his own death.

"Humph!"

Wu Shengren's phantom let out a cold snort, like thunder, he grabbed all the divine lights and turned them into a long spear, piercing through the magic lamp.

But the flame of the magic lamp spread and did not die out. It rolled on the spot and turned into a majestic scarlet 狻猊. The whole body was shrouded in haze, and each path was like a long river.

It walked in the air, its strength was unmatched, and a magic lamp above its head was shining brightly. It rushed up without hesitation, and confronted the martial sage with dozens of moves in an instant.

"Thousands of miles of ice!"

With the sound of an intense sword cry, a four-foot long sword appeared in Luoyang's palm, and he killed him like this, one step at a time, the sword light swayed and froze the void for thousands of miles.

The cold current is rolling, the north wind is howling, the ice dragon is circling, the ice phoenix is ​​flying, and the harmony between the dragon and the phoenix has been suppressed like this.

Wu Shengren turned into an ice sculpture in the cold current. The beautiful black ice is the condensation of sword intent, and the sublimation of sword light wears down his strength every moment.

However, Wu Shengren is a strong Daoist after all, even with one form of supernatural power, he is extremely powerful. He shattered the black ice, and all the ice under his palm melted.

In an instant, the sky of ice and fire was doubled, and the flame suanni came over again, and slapped the martial saint into the ground with one claw, and the gorgeous light was flickering, almost being blown away.

"Rising sun!"

Immediately after the second move, the sword light fell, and a round of fiery red sun gushed out. There was a majestic force of alternating yin and yang, coming vastly and fiercely, leaving a perfect line between the sky and the earth.

"Pfft!"

Wu Shengren, who had just climbed out of the big pit, was pierced through, and the dragon sword exuded endless majesty, and the blade of the sword flew into the sun, completely obliterating Wu Shengren's magical powers.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the random task, and the spiritual power has been promoted to a level!"

Just when Luoyang annihilated Wu Shengren's supernatural powers and treasures, the system's voice sounded, and a powerful force gathered and walked through his body.

The sound of countless gods chanting scriptures came, rendering Luoyang mysterious and majestic. His whole body was glowing, and the pale golden emperor's blood was boiling, sweeping across the sky, like a god king walking in the world.

His realm has broken through, and he has climbed from the sixth heaven of dragon and tiger to the seventh heaven of dragon and tiger in an instant.

"The two countries do not kill envoys when they are at war, but you are an exception. Let your Wuzong send another envoy."

Luo Yang's eyes were like lightning, and the sword light sprinkled down like mercury pouring down the ground, the ground was vast, and the messenger in white turned into an ice sculpture in the inexplicable panic, and the next moment it exploded into pieces of ice.

With one move of Luoyang's hand, the decree fell back into his palm, and the shape was similar to his imperial decree. It can be seen that Wu Shengren never took the emperor of the Han Empire seriously.

Luoyang returned to the central Ziqi Hall while the dragon was scrolling, and read the decree carefully, but saw that the martial sage sent an envoy to hold the world martial arts meeting.

According to Wu Shengren, it is to encourage the martial arts of the Great Han Empire, enhance the enthusiasm of the younger generation for cultivation, confront the Heiyun Huiwu of the Heiyun Empire, and promote the country's prestige.

It started on May 25st above the Han River in the eastern outskirts of the imperial city, and anyone from any sect or court could participate. Of course, there were restrictions, that is, under the age of [-], and above the dragon and tiger realm.

"Your Majesty, Wu Zong's move is to humiliate my Han court! The so-called World Martial Arts Conference is held in the capital, so the convener should be our court, not Wu Zong!"

Sun Xiji took the lead and said: "That's why the old minister thinks that Wu Zong can't be allowed to hold the world martial arts meeting at the feet of the emperor. If we want to hold it, it will be held by our court, in the name of His Majesty."

"My minister agrees with Master Grand Master's words, we can't let Wu Zong be arrogant. Wouldn't it make our court weak and deceitful." Tian Wuhou also said angrily.

Luo Yang nodded: "What both of you said makes sense, but we can't confront Wu Zong just yet. Because the Wu sage ascends to the top and the world's sects gather to respond, it will bring a huge crisis to the Han Empire."

"The Great Han Empire has just started on the right track. Although there is no crisis for the Sea Clan for the time being, the Monster Clan and the Barbarian Clan are still entangled in their throats. It is not appropriate to create extra problems now."

"The key is to improve one's own strength, not consume everything inside. So I think it's okay to hold the World Martial Arts Festival, but no one from the imperial court is allowed to participate."

"Damn Wu Zong, hateful sect, when foreigners invaded, they engaged in internal fighting, and it was not easy to settle down, so he stabbed again. They really should be wiped out one by one!" Tie Jianhou clenched his fists loudly.

Luo Yang smiled confidently: "Don't be anxious, ministers and workers. It won't be a few years. As long as the national power of the big man is prosperous, I will naturally raise troops to dominate the whole country."

Just when Luoyang annihilated the martial sage's supernatural powers, in the southern Wuzong, which was thousands of miles away, an old man with white hair and a childlike face suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole world suddenly brightened.

"Interesting, it actually wiped out the old man's supernatural powers. It seems that this little emperor is really extraordinary. I am afraid that the legends among the Sea Clan are all true."

The old man showed an inscrutable smile: "Lead the world of sects, the seven major sects will gather on the Han River in May, and the head will personally lead the team to pay the old man a visit to the emperor."

Soon the news of the World Martial Arts Association spread throughout the Han Empire, hundreds of first-class sects, and the seven major sects responded in unison, and all sent the strongest lineup to deal with this martial arts association.

Talented people from all over the world gathered in Dizhou and rushed to the imperial city one after another. King Kong masters came here in the form of Changhong, with dragons and tigers crouching, this is a demonstration to the imperial court of the Han Empire.

Among the green mountains and beautiful waters, there is a solitary peak piercing into the sky. A young man in Tsing Yi is sitting cross-legged in the clouds and mist, with his hands forming seals, pulling the vast clouds into white clouds and dogs.

"Wuji, it's time to leave." A middle-aged man in white clothes, white robe and white sword came over and said softly. Luo Yunzi, the master of the White Cloud Palace, couldn't help being very satisfied when he saw his most proud disciple.

The bronze gate of Baye Palace, which was closed that day, was suddenly opened, and a group of people came out of it. First, a big man with blood rushing into the sky was the master of Baye Palace, a big figure in the tenth heaven of King Kong.

Behind him were dozens of powerful young men, and among them was a woman dressed up in strong clothes who was the most powerful. She had the cultivation base of the Dragon and Tiger Nine Levels, and she had an unruly wildness.

"Bang bang!"

Morning bells and evening drums, Sanskrit sounds wafting, the largest temple in the Han Empire, Luohan Temple opened its mountain gate today, and the abbot, Zen Master Gu Lun, led a group of young monks to leave for the imperial city.

The Blood River Sect, the Longevity Sect, and the Spirit Sword Sect also all mobilized, led by the suzerain himself, to attack the imperial city mightily. The imperial city in April was really turbulent.

And the imperial court also showed its own strength. In the capital of the Han Dynasty, the sect figures of the Vajra Realm were not allowed to enter, and those who dared to disobey would be killed without mercy!

The big formation is opened at any time, Luoyang sits in the imperial palace, and kills those who don't obey the rules at any time. Jin Yiwei comes out in full force to maintain law and order.

The [-]st of May came before us in a blink of an eye. The wide Han River outside the imperial city was a natural martial arts arena, and it was not afraid of being destroyed.

The seven heroes of the seven sects stand proudly in the sky. Tens of thousands of masters of the older generation and young talents gather here, all of them are full of heroism and high spirits, and they are going to fight here.

If you look carefully, even the ten sects of Dizhou are impressively listed. The charming Yan Xingyu followed Gu Shanhe with his sword, and the other Xuanyangzong, Guyangzong, etc. all sent out their most proud disciples.

But no one from the imperial court came, except Luoyang, who was mixed in the crowd at this moment, and did not change his appearance, wanting to see the demeanor of the genius of the sect of the Han Empire.

Martial arts will start in the morning when the sun is rising and the darkness is stabbing. The way is to fight against each other on the Han River according to the previously selected places and arrangements.

(End of this chapter)