Extreme martial arts

Chapter 251 The Battle for the Throne, Begin!
The next day, the morning sun tore through the sky, but in winter, it didn't emit too much heat, and it was still somewhat cold against the backdrop of the mist.

Above the curved peak, shrouded in mist, beams of brilliance of Yuanli circulated over the courtyard. This was released by the formation barrier, and it looked like a dream.

The courtyard door opened, and Qin Ming walked out of the courtyard wearing a black tunic and loose long hair, looking reckless and unrestrained.

Zi Yuan was like an elf, always following behind Qin Ming with a fairy-like sunny smile on her face.

"Brother Qin, you must win today's competition. I want to see you in the dragon robe." Zi Yuan said happily.

Qin Ming stopped, he was just a head taller than Zi Yuan, reached out his hand to stroke Zi Yuan's soft hair affectionately, and said, "I will work hard."

"Let's go, it's getting late." Ziyuan's face turned rosy instantly, she lowered her head shyly, and said anxiously.

Qin Ming smiled, and walked forward, with Xiao Huo and Bai Laoer lying on their shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right.

The morning sun in winter is the coldest. Although it illuminates the sky, it cannot radiate heat. There is always a coldness in the air. When you exhale, it turns into white mist in an instant.

Yunxia Peak, Yunxia Palace, within a month, the half-destroyed Yunxia Palace has been restored, and it is even more magnificent than before.

A square of nearly one kilometer is paved with white jade. In the center of the square, a huge furnace made of a mixture of a hundred kinds of metal ores stands majestically. There are several huge faces of evil beasts on it, and there are countless cloud patterns entwined. In the cauldron, three incense sticks more than ten meters high were lit, and three strands of green smoke rose up.

The Yunxia Palace is resplendent and bright in color, but it is not as dull and low-key as the Yunxia Palace in the past, but now it is more like the Yunxia Sect that has been dormant for a long time.

In front of Yunxia Palace, Jin Lao and other experts of Yunxia Sect were all in line, and the leaders of the other six sects were also in front.

However, if you distinguish carefully, you can see that although Yunxiazong and the six sects seem to be close to each other, there is a small gap between them, and they are divided into two factions.

And among the six sects, with the three martial kings as the head, the arrangement is obviously that the three martial kings stand at the front, and the principals of the other three sects are half a step behind.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the six sects have formed an alliance in order to fight against the Yunxia Sect's arbitrariness, and the leaders of the alliance are the three Martial Kings who survived the war in the imperial capital.

However, judging from the expressions of the three great martial kings, although they seemed calm, they were actually nervous, and a thin layer of sweat flowed out unconsciously.

After the Battle of the Imperial Capital, none of the Yunxia Sect's high-ranking members were damaged, and they also surrendered the other four Martial Kings, so their power has increased a lot.

On the other hand, among the six sects, only three Martial Kings survived by chance, and now they are the masters. Although they are the masters, they have no confidence in their hearts. The four Martial Kings can do it.

In this way, Yun Xiazong could still get rid of the three of them without doing anything by himself.

Knowing that the strength is not as good as Yunxiazong, the six sects still dare to agree to Yuanji's proposal, but they are relying on the agreement made by the top ten sects of the alliance. Breaking promises and abandoning the agreement directly killed them.

In this way, although he could become the number one sect in Zhao State as soon as possible, he lost his faith. For a sect, the word "faithfulness" is sometimes very important!

"Brother Wuchang, are you sure about Dongyu in your sect?" Among the six sects, a martial king whispered to the pale-faced martial king in a white robe in the center.

The white-robed and white-faced King Wu glanced at the questioning King Wu, grinned, showing his scarlet tongue, and said, "If Dongyu can't do it, then the throne will be out of luck with the Six Great Factions."

Hearing this, the eyes of the three Martial Kings looked down at the same time.

Among the dense crowd below, he found the young man.

He looks handsome, he is obviously a man, but he has a bit of femininity, his lips are red and his teeth are white, but he has a white face covered with powder, and the sound of white clothes makes his white complexion even paler. Standing there, especially in the In winter, the surrounding temperature seems to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, and ice is about to form.

With her cold temperament and feminine and ghostly appearance, people around her can't help but stay away and dare not approach her.

The entire square was densely packed with people, and the crowd was turbulent, but it was divided into seven areas, where people from the seven sects stood.

After three years of war, the number of Yunxiazong's bottom-level disciples was about the same as that of other sects. Standing on the square, there was nothing outstanding.

And in the central area surrounded by the seven sects, a place with a diameter of 200 meters has been reserved. This is the arena for today's competition.

"Senior Brother Su Wu, what do you think Qin Ming's chances of winning in today's competition?" Hong Lian was wearing a fiery red robe, her front protruding and her back curled up. to Su Wu who was beside him.

With a saber on his back and one arm, Su Wu's expression was cold and stern, and there was a domineering look between his brows, like a saber drawn out of its sheath, which made everyone back with a chill.

"I don't know what the odds are, but I know that Qin Ming only has three opponents today!" Su Wu said.

"Oh? Which three, Senior Brother Su Wu, let me know if my two thoughts are the same." Hong Lian grinned, with a charm that confuses all living beings.

"Xie Qingshu, Song Tianlin, and that young man in white robe and fair face from Wuchangmen." Su Wu said directly.

Hong Lian glanced at Su Wu, covered her mouth and chuckled: "Brother Su Wu, we both guessed the same. Needless to say, the potential of the two disciples of Tiange, the young man of Wuchangmen is also quite mysterious, I can't see through it." , and the disciples around seem to be afraid of him, he is a ruthless character."

"Not only you can't see through, I can't see through either." Su Wu said.

"Brother, can the fourth child win?" Li Hu asked.

Wang Dachui said affirmatively: "When did the fourth brother ever lose?"

In the entire square, tens of thousands of people gathered, but there was no one making noise at the moment, because the aura of the many strong men in front of the hall was suppressed, and everyone was silent. People who can talk and laugh freely like Su Wu Honglian King Sledgehammer Li Hu are not. many.

After all, in the three-year war, those who died from the major sects were either cannon fodder or talented disciples, and those who survived were either those who did not fight or genius disciples whose talents surpassed everyone else.

The entire square was quiet enough to listen to needles, and there were small discussions from time to time, but no one dared to make a loud noise, but tens of thousands of people gathered together, and the turbulent crowd had already formed an invisible pressure.

The desire for battle, the constant gathering, this is the duel of the most elite disciples of the seven sects, which makes people look forward to it, and the blood boils.

The temperature is also constantly rising, the fog in the sky is dispersed by the temperature, and the weak sunlight finally shines on the square.

"Among the disciples of the six sects, the young man in white robe from the Wuchang sect is a little bit interesting, and the others are not to be feared." Elder Yun Tao said with a smile.

Although Qin Wunian couldn't see it, his overbearing perception allowed him to catch the breath of Dongyu from the Wuchangmen, and said: "The breath is dark and cold, which is in line with the momentum of the Wuchangmen's technique, but the thick breath is not long but rather There is some confusion, this is the powerhouse accumulated by the Impermanence Sect with its foundation."

The head of Yuanji said: "I'm afraid it's not just the background of Wuchangmen, but also several other sects. It seems that they really want Yunxiazong to give up the throne."

Elder Fang Yan slammed his two iron fists together, and said in a low voice: "If I want to, I should directly destroy those three old miscellaneous hairs, and then swallow up a few disciples of the sect. You are such a mother."

The head of Yuanji was not angry, and said: "Sometimes, fists can only solve superficial problems, and other methods must be used to solve root problems."

Standing at the forefront, Old Jin glanced at the crowd below several times, and asked, "Where's Qin Ming?"

"He probably hasn't come yet. I heard from Zi Yuan that he just left the customs yesterday." Qin Wunian said.

Elder Jin smiled gratifiedly. Qin Ming has such a heaven-defying talent and is still practicing so hard, the level of diligence is astounding.

On Yunxiazong's side, there were only three people participating in the competition, and that was the three Tiange disciples.

At this time, at the place waiting for the battle, Xie Qingshu and Song Tianlin stood side by side, their momentum was like a rainbow coming out of their sheaths, and the surrounding disciples automatically retreated, forming a vacuum around them just like Dongyu of the Impermanence Gate.

"I never thought Junior Brother Song would be able to break through again in just one month. I'm really envious." Xie Qingshu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Tianlin's body trembled and his face darkened. Xie Qingshu's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife. He didn't understand why his father, who is the head of the family, forced himself to swallow those elixir treasures , Forcibly improving his cultivation, doesn't he know that these will damage his foundation?

he knows!But he did it because they were afraid that they would lose the battle. Although he had full confidence in defeating Qin Ming with the strength of King Wu in the middle stage, his father didn't believe it, and the elders in the clan didn't believe it, so he gave up his future. Forcibly enhance the strength to increase the confidence of winning the throne.

"Qin Ming, this is all your fault. Even if you are the elder of Yunxia Sect, I will kill you with my own hands. Because of you, my future will be changed and my foundation will be destroyed by my father." Song Tianlin gritted his teeth and said, his hands were clenched tightly, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and he did not let go even when bleeding.

Suddenly, Song Tianlin's body energy exploded, and his eyes looked in one direction like knives. At the same time, all the strong people at the level of King Wu felt something, and they all looked in the same direction.

Qin Ming, dressed in black, walked into the square step by step with his head held high and a smile on his face. The crowd on both sides automatically gave way to the competition area under coercion.

On Qin Ming's shoulders, Xiaohuo and Bai Laoer were snoring and sleeping, but they didn't match Qin Ming's aura at the moment. Behind Qin Ming, wearing a lavender dress with Zi Yuan, with a pure face like a fairy, timidly followed closely, lowered her head, and did not speak.

Following Qin Ming's arrival, Jin Lao stepped forward with a smile, and his voice rang in the ears of tens of thousands of people: "The battle for the throne, start!"

(End of this chapter)