Nine Star Divine Dragon Technique

Chapter 1756: Supreme Martial Arts

The Sword King looked to be only in his twenties. He stood on the long sword with condensed spiritual power and said with a faint smile: "Holy Dragon Emperor, Zhenbei King, and Cheng Guogong, you all came to greet me in person. This is what you want to do." Are you inviting me to a banquet, or do you want to invite you to a banquet?"

The Holy Dragon Emperor, Zhenbei King and Cheng Guogong are all the strongest men in the world today. Facing them three at the same time, even as powerful as the Sword King, he has to be a little worried.

"I sincerely invite the Sword King to the banquet. Sword King just needs to sit down at the table."

The Holy Dragon Emperor said calmly.

The sword at the Sword King's feet slowly dispersed and fell to the ground. He took a look at Elder Lingwu's injuries. Elder Lingwu's left arm was completely useless. He fell to the ground and kept twitching. His face was extremely pale.

The Sword King injected a spiritual power into Elder Lingwu's body to stabilize Elder Lingwu's injury, and then looked at Jiang Xuan with a cold look. .??.

However, he did not take action, after all, the Holy Dragon Emperor and the Zhenbei King were standing by at this time.

"If we want to hold a banquet, I have an idea."

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was so majestic and brilliant that it shook the void, and even the spiritual formation guarding the imperial city trembled slightly.

Immediately, a group of black mist swept from the sky, covering up the sunlight.

Another strong man has arrived!

"The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace is here too!"

King Zhenbei stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the black mist in the sky.

The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace stood above the black mist. Except for King Zhenbei, Duke Cheng, and the Holy Dragon Emperor, everyone else could only see a huge black shadow.

He laughed loudly and said: "Since everyone is gathered in the imperial city, how about going to Chenwu Palace to start the supreme martial arts debate once in a hundred years?"

The Sword King said with a smile: "That's right. Counting the time, it has been a hundred years since the last Supreme Martial Arts Contest. Since the Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace proposed to start the Supreme Martial Arts Contest, I don't know what your Holy Dragon Royal Family wants. How about the next one?"

"Since Emperor Chenwu left, the Supreme Theory of Martial Arts has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years. Since a hundred years have passed, let's discuss the merits today!" The Holy Dragon Emperor nodded and said: "The Supreme Theory of Martial Arts, Everyone accepts his destiny; the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit."

In the imperial city, the Dongyuan Gate opened, and light burst out from inside, as if this was the door to another world.

The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the Sword King, and the Holy Dragon Emperor all flew into the Dongyuan Gate and disappeared in the white brilliance.

King Zhenbei did not enter, but turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

He's right

He claimed that he was seriously injured, so he was not suitable to participate in a battle of this level.

"Ying'er, if your father is defeated in the military debate, you will take the people from the Chengguo Palace to the Zhenbei Palace for help. In today's world, perhaps only Jiang Xuan can help you."

Before Cheng Guogong flew into Dongyuan Gate, he transmitted a spiritual message into Cheng Ying'er's ears.

Cheng Yinger's body trembled, she held her palms tightly and looked in the direction of Dongyuan Gate.

"Ying'er, don't worry! The Duke's cultivation has reached its peak. Even if he fails in martial arts, it is not difficult to escape unscathed."

Jiang Xuan's mental perception was so powerful that he naturally felt that Duke Cheng Guo had just sent a message to Cheng Yinger, and roughly guessed that Duke Cheng was explaining the funeral arrangements, so he spoke to comfort her.

Cheng Ying'er shook her head and said with a worried look on her face: "Once the martial arts debate begins, it will mean that only one person can leave Chenwu Palace alive, and the others will become the stepping stones for him to advance to the Spirit Emperor Realm. "

Luo Xun also looked worried and nodded: "That's right! In the supreme martial arts competition, only one person can win the final victory, and everyone else will become a foil.

The Supreme On Martial Arts has existed longer than the history of the Holy Dragon Dynasty.

These events will only hold a martial arts competition every hundred years, and only those who have reached the top level of the Holy Dragon Dynasty are eligible to participate.

The person who wins in the end can successfully advance to the Spirit Emperor Realm.

Other losers will be directly defeated.

The winner of the last Supreme Martial Arts Competition was the previous Holy Dragon Emperor.

Through this battle, he reached the Spirit Emperor realm and became the first person in the Holy Dragon Dynasty that no one could challenge.

"Of the four people who participated, only one survived to the end. Since the price was so heavy, why did they still go?"

Luo Xintian came over.

Jiang Xuan pondered for a moment and said with sharp eyes: "Maybe they don't want to leave any regrets in their martial arts journey!"

Cheng Ying'er still frowned, with a worried look on her face.

Jiang Xuan saw that Cheng Ying'er was worried, and immediately comforted him: "Ying'er, the Duke's cultivation has reached the peak below the Spiritual Emperor Realm. He is at least 50% qualified to fight against the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and the Sword King." Be sure, so don’t worry.”

Cheng Ying'er shook her head and cried, "But...but...father is injured!"

"Dong Chengguo is injured? How is this possible? Who in the world can hurt him?"

Jiang Xuan frowned. How could a strong man like Cheng Guogong be injured? Who injured him again? The Sword King looked to be only in his twenties. He stood on the long sword with condensed spiritual power and said with a faint smile: "Holy Dragon Emperor, Zhenbei King, and Cheng Guogong, you all came to greet me in person. This is what you want to do." Are you inviting me to a banquet, or do you want to invite you to a banquet?"

The Holy Dragon Emperor, Zhenbei King and Cheng Guogong are all the strongest men in the world today. Facing them three at the same time, even as powerful as the Sword King, he has to be a little worried.

"I sincerely invite the Sword King to the banquet. Sword King just needs to sit down and sit down."

The Holy Dragon Emperor said calmly.

The sword at the Sword King's feet slowly dispersed and fell to the ground. He took a look at Elder Lingwu's injuries. Elder Lingwu's left arm was completely useless. He fell to the ground and kept twitching. His face was extremely pale.

The Sword King injected a spiritual power into Elder Lingwu's body to stabilize Elder Lingwu's injury, and then looked at Jiang Xuan with a cold look.

However, he did not take action, after all, the Holy Dragon Emperor and the Zhenbei King were standing by at this time.

"If we want to hold a banquet, I have an idea."

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was so majestic and brilliant that it shook the void, and even the spiritual formation guarding the imperial city trembled slightly.

Immediately, a group of black mist swept from the sky, covering up the sunlight.

Another strong man has arrived!

"The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace is here too!"

King Zhenbei stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the black mist in the sky.

The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace stood above the black mist. Except for King Zhenbei, Duke Cheng, and the Holy Dragon Emperor, everyone else could only see a huge black shadow.

He laughed loudly and said: "Since everyone is gathered in the imperial city, how about going to Chenwu Palace to start the supreme martial arts debate once in a hundred years?"

The Sword King said with a smile: "That's right. Counting the time, it has been a hundred years since the last Supreme Martial Arts Contest. Since the Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace proposed to start the Supreme Martial Arts Contest, I don't know what your Holy Dragon Royal Family wants. How about the next one?"

"Since Emperor Chenwu left, the Supreme Theory of Martial Arts has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years. Since a hundred years have passed, let's discuss the merits today!" The Holy Dragon Emperor nodded and said: "The Supreme Theory of Martial Arts, Everyone accepts his destiny; the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit."

In the imperial city, the Dongyuan Gate opened, and light burst out from inside, as if this was the door to another world.

The Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the Sword King, and the Holy Dragon Emperor all flew into the Dongyuan Gate and disappeared in the white brilliance.

King Zhenbei did not enter, but turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

He's right

He claimed that he was seriously injured, so he was not suitable to participate in a battle of this level.

"Ying'er, if your father is defeated in the military debate, you will take the people from the Chengguo Palace to the Zhenbei Palace for help. In today's world, perhaps only Jiang Xuan can help you."

Before Cheng Guogong flew into Dongyuan Gate, he transmitted a spiritual message into Cheng Ying'er's ears.

Cheng Yinger's body trembled, she held her palms tightly and looked in the direction of Dongyuan Gate.

"Ying'er, don't worry! The Duke's cultivation has reached its peak. Even if he fails in martial arts, it is not difficult to escape unscathed."

Jiang Xuan's mental perception was so powerful that he naturally felt that Duke Cheng Guo had just sent a message to Cheng Yinger, and roughly guessed that Duke Cheng was explaining the funeral arrangements, so he spoke to comfort her.

Cheng Ying'er shook her head and said with a worried look on her face: "Once the martial arts debate begins, it will mean that only one person can leave Chenwu Palace alive, and the others will become the stepping stones for him to advance to the Spirit Emperor Realm. "

Luo Xun also looked worried and nodded: "That's right! In the supreme martial arts competition, only one person can win the final victory, and everyone else will become a foil.

The Supreme On Martial Arts has existed longer than the history of the Holy Dragon Dynasty.

These events will only hold a martial arts competition every hundred years, and only those who have reached the top level of the Holy Dragon Dynasty are eligible to participate.

The person who wins in the end can successfully advance to the Spirit Emperor Realm.

Other losers will be directly defeated.

The winner of the last Supreme Martial Arts Competition was the previous Holy Dragon Emperor.

Through this battle, he reached the Spirit Emperor realm and became the first person in the Holy Dragon Dynasty that no one could challenge.

"Of the four people who participated, only one survived to the end. Since the price was so heavy, why did they still go?"

Luo Xintian came over.

Jiang Xuan pondered for a moment and said with sharp eyes: "Maybe they don't want to leave any regrets in their martial arts journey!"

Cheng Ying'er still frowned, with a worried look on her face.

Jiang Xuan saw that Cheng Ying'er was worried, and immediately comforted him: "Ying'er, the Duke's cultivation has reached the peak below the Spiritual Emperor Realm. He is at least 50% qualified to fight against the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and the Sword King." Be sure, so don’t worry.”

Cheng Ying'er shook her head and cried, "But...but...father is injured!"

"Dong Chengguo is injured? How is this possible? Who in the world can hurt him?"

Jiang Xuan frowned. How could a strong man like Cheng Guogong be injured? Who injured him again?

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