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Chapter 1976 The Horror of Xuehonglou

The overwhelming voice shook the sky and the earth, Duanmu Xiongtu's eyes were sharp and bright like a vulture, he glanced at the audience, and said nothing in a cold voice.

A hint of arrogance and arrogance flashed in his eyes, and a powerful aura erupted out of his calm and prestige for no reason.

Everyone looked at the elders and deacons lined up on both sides. At the end of the line were the holy sons and saintesses who supported the eldest son and the fifth holy son, but today's protagonists - Yuchi Changfeng, Xue Honglou and Liu Ruoxi were missing.

The crowd began to murmur and discuss, their eyes constantly looking at the elders' team with doubts.

"Why didn't you see the Great Holy Son? Neither did the Fifth Holy Son!"

"Didn't you see that the Holy One is not in it? It's strange, when is this? Could something happen again?"

Both Situ Liuyun and Liu Zongyuan frowned, while Su Kuangge, who was standing aside, shrugged his red nose, and his narrowed eyes slowly burst into light.

"What's the matter with this holy mountain?" Gu Suxin was holding Mu Yao's arm, and the silk skirts danced in the wind, the corners of her mouth like a lush spring pine tugged slightly, and she looked at Su Kuangge.

The short body immediately vibrated, and the corners of his brows showed arrogance, Su Kuangge said coldly in a low voice: "No matter what the Holy Mountain thinks, as long as Ruoxi's marriage is not a foregone conclusion before Yi'er comes, it's easy to say!"

Gu Suxin's eyes widened immediately, and she asked suspiciously: "You mean Su Yi? Will he really come? He disappeared in..."

With a raised eyebrow, Su Kuangge's sword energy shot out like frosty autumn frost, his eyes were clear and cold, and he said in a condensed voice: "My apprentice, there is no end to disappearing! If I say he can come, he will come! Can come! Absolutely can come!"

The corners of the mouth raised a sinister arc, and Gu Suxin's eyes fluctuated, and she stayed in place for a moment, her hands holding Mu Yao unconsciously tightened, and she pursed her lips tightly.

"Since Yi'er worshiped you as a teacher, you seem to have gone back to 20 years ago, and you have become that peerless Senior Brother Su again!" The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled sweetly, and his wind-stained temple hair trembled slightly, pouring out his belly full of tenderness.

Su Kuangge kept staring at Duanmu Xiongtu in front of the Holy Martial Hall, his ears moved slightly, but he didn't answer.

The holy mountain, above the peaks of the back mountain.

A white figure hangs in the midair. The man is bright and clear, as if lonely and independent, his eyes are as cold as electricity, and his robes are flickering behind him. The whole person is full of mystery that makes people want to explore.

Encircling his hands, the coercion permeated, standing proudly among the mountains, his eyes shone with brilliance, and his demeanor was unparalleled.

The man looked puzzled, folded his hands, rested the palm of his right hand on his chin, looked at the Holy Martial Hall, and murmured in a low voice.

"The master girl in Cangyun Palace is very loyal, and she refuses to say who she gave the sword to, but judging from the description of the sword by others, it is very similar to the sword that the master said! Finally found it!"

When talking about the sword, the eyes of the man in white trembled for no reason, and there was a trace of throbbing in his unyielding eyes.

Afterwards, the corner of the man's mouth was raised upwards, and he slowly raised his handsome eyes, with a touch of simplicity and elegance invisibly, with an elegant charm.

"Su Yi, you must come today! Don't let me down!"

"Whoosh!"

The man in white locked onto a narrow valley in the back mountain, and stepped on the void, leaving only a faint space crack in the space. The man's power collapsed, and a heart-shattering golden light flashed from the valley.

The golden cloud trembled, a gap was quickly revealed in the ancient coercion, and the middle-aged man in white disappeared into the void.

In front of Shengwu Hall.

Duanmu Xiongtu coughed violently, and slowly wiped his wide and withered palm in front of his body. The huge soul pressure crushed the world, and under the shocking eyes of everyone, a majestic voice resounded.

"Today, the Grand Competition of the Holy Mountain uses the contest between the Great Sage Son and the Five Sacred Sons as the judging standard. With all of you as witnesses, Ambition is overjoyed!"

As soon as the words fell, Duanmu Xiongtu opened his hands, and the thick robes rolled in like waves.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were directed to the east and west sides of the Shengwu Hall, and two blasts of destructive air pressure rushed towards them.

The figure fell to the ground, and the holy image on the east side fell to the sky, sacred and majestic, and a terrifying golden light filled the void.

The energy on the west side is surging, the breath is terrifying, and the pure coercion rushes loudly. Among the auspicious clouds, the spirit birds howl in the sky, and the huge sacred light and shadow come from the clouds, like a god coming to the world, instantly making everyone's eyes tremble .

Such majestic two streams of energies fought against each other, and above the void, there was an instant turmoil, golden thunder.

Everyone couldn't help but say, terrified, prostrate on the ground, praying loudly, the sound exploded all at once.

"Meet the Great Holy Son!"

"Meet the Five Holy Sons!"

The voices from both sides resounded to suppress the clouds, the sound shook the sky, the rolling sound waves rushed to the sky, the auspicious clouds spread, and the spirit birds fled away.

The two figures landed slowly, and Yuchi Changfeng stood first on the east side, wearing a golden toga, his narrow and eerie eyes carried the aura of a mighty king in the world, his figure was slightly slender, and he kept playing with the gold in his hands. Engraved emerald ring.

There was a wild and unrestrained smile on his evil and handsome face, and he looked at Xue Honglou.

On the west side stands the Snow Red Building, dressed in pale yellow with gold patterned cloud sleeves, a bundle of black hair like a waterfall, like a gurgling stream in the forest, eyes like stars, slightly long eyelashes, cut temples like knives, eyebrows like ink paintings.

Ignoring everyone's shouts, Yuchi Changfeng's eyes lit up, and the holy voice rolled from his throat, as if suppressing the world, causing everyone's hearts to tremble immediately, and their eyes widened.

"Xuehonglou, I haven't seen you for a few months, your cultivation has grown fast enough! You are worthy of being my opponent!" Yuchi Changfeng snorted coldly with trembling eyes.

Xue Honglou stands proudly with her hands behind her back, her tall and straight figure is like a sculpture, a domineering arrogance that is not angry and majestic surges from her body, and an aura of cultivation at the eighth level of the Yuanhuang Realm is like a dragon coming out of the mountain, arrogantly looking down on the world.

"But I didn't regard you as an opponent! The position of the Holy Emperor is in my pocket!" Xue Honglou said indifferently, but with indescribable arrogance and arrogance!
Crazy!Xue Honglou saw nothing, Yuchi Changfeng lost on the front of the machine!
"you!"

Killing intent gushed out of the eyes on Yuchi Changfeng's sinister face, and he was suppressed by Elder Shenghuo and others.

Only then did the strong people present realize that Xue Honglou had already been cultivated at the seventh level of the Yuanhuang Realm, and had not seen her for several months, and had even been promoted to the fourth level in a row.

Such astonishing progress can only be achieved by a monstrous genius like Xue Honglou.

"During the last Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, Xuehonglou was only at the fourth level of the Yuanhuang Realm! Now he is at the eighth level of the Yuanhuang Realm! What a genius, a genius!"

"Yuchi Changfeng has also been promoted to the first level. The 35-year-old Yuanhuang Realm ninth level is also astonishing in the past and the present. The holy mountain is magnificent! The holy mountain will be prosperous in the future!"

"Don't forget that Xuehonglou has not received the favor of the Holy Mountain at all. He has come to this day entirely by his own groping. Even the Holy One has not taught him!"

"What! Relying solely on yourself? At the eighth level of Yuanhuang Realm before the age of 30? What kind of talent is this!"

(End of this chapter)