The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the starry sky, on the wandering continent, towering sword Pavilion stands, spreading for tens of thousands of years, almost immortal.

In the sword Pavilion, the sun rises to the East, and the last round of the endless feast will open. The top ten will compete for the first place.

In the pavilion, the top ten came. As the audience witnessed, one strong person came and took the seat one after another.

In front of the main seat, three leaders of the sword Pavilion appeared and took their seats one after another.

"Thank you for coming to witness the final battle of the chief of Wuji banquet on the sword"

Mei Wuhen looked at the people in front of him and said with a smile, "this time the rules are very simple. Draw lots to decide the order of the duel, and you can't hurt the harmony until you finish the match."

under the seat, Ning Chen sighed lightly, which is not his strong point.

His sword, after all, is more suitable for killing.

"Come here"

Mei Wuhen said.

As soon as the words were heard, a swordsman came forward and put ten jade slips on the wooden plate in his hand, with ten different numbers engraved one by one.

"In order to show fairness, second sister, you're the last one to smoke"

Mei Wuhen looks at the woman in purple and says with a smile.

The water has no month to nod lightly, there is no change on the cold face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the jade slips are engraved with ten different numbers. Those who draw adjacent numbers, such as the first and the second, the third and the fourth, will fight each other, and so on," Mei Wuchen explained.

Nine people nodded and took the first seat. The white feather sword God raised his hand and took down a jade slip.

Next, the women in red and Lin Yuzhen of zhurong family also selected jade slips one after another in order to decide the order of the first round of fighting.

"Ten"

Ning Chen looked at the number on the jade slips in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that he was the last group.

The number is meaningless to him. If he wants to be the chief of Wuji banquet, he must defeat all his opponents.

"Please also draw one and two numbers of friends to attend," Mei no trace said with a smile.

Words sound down, the right side of the seat, water no month up, step down.

When they were stunned, they immediately turned to their senses and showed different colors. The second leader of the sword Pavilion appeared in the first round.

During the dinner, a man in blue sighed and got up to attend.

"Ready? I'm going to start "

the water has no moon lightly reminds me that the slim hand has been waved, the sunset appears, the sun rises, the sword rises and falls, the sword is not out of sheath, and the sword pressure sweeps all directions.

The man in blue is attentive. With a grip of his right hand, he takes a deep blue magic weapon and his sword comes out of the sheath, freezing the world.

"It's a pity"

on the main seat, Mei Wuhen sighed softly, and the result was settled.

Before the end of the words, in the war, the moon and the water hold the sword and draw the sword. In an instant, the sun shines, the ice melts and the snow melts.

The moment of bloom, snowflakes, blood, blooming in the world, sunset back to the sheath, the end of the war.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the blood was stained in the air, and the man in blue knelt down on his body, with a sword running through his body and blood in his chest.

"Water without moon wins"

Mei Wuhen opens his mouth and announces the result. He looks down at the man in blue who is seriously injured. There is a streamer in his eyes. He could have gone further. Unfortunately, he met his second sister.

This person has no chance of winning.

One move defeated the enemy. During the dinner, everyone was shocked. After a moment, his face was full of disbelief.

There is absolutely no one who can pass the double tests of the sword Pavilion and advance to the final game. He never thought that he would lose the battle in the face of the two masters of the sword pavilion with just one move.

"Come on, take Yuzun down to heal," Mei Wuhen ordered.

"Yes"

the two sword attendants walked out, respectfully accepted the order, and immediately stepped forward to lift the seriously injured man in blue and left the hall together.

"Brother Ning, it's my turn"

Lin Yuzhen said in a soft voice, stood up and walked to the table.

Not far away, a swordsman from all the celestial realms also came out, with a strong breath looming. The cultivation in the later period of the true realm made people look sideways.

"I'm Lin Yuzhen, please move"

"Sang Huai"

the swordsman responded. After a salute, he waved his sword, swept out his figure and made a preemptive attack.

Lin Yuzhen raises her hand, and Feng Ming flies out. With a sonorous sound, she tries to block it.

Two swords fight, eyes full of cold stars, during the dinner, a strong sword watching, each clear.

This battle will not be divided too quickly, but the strength is clear.

Lin Yuzhen, the king of Qi, is famous for her strength in the starry sky. In the fourth realm, she seldom meets an opponent. Although the sword named sang Huai is strong, it is still hard to shake the name of the king of Qi.

In the war situation, in the twinkling of an eye, the battle has been more than ten moves, the sword is shining, and the decision on the top sword is pleasing to the eye.

"Well?"

All of a sudden, Lin Yuzhen, who had a slight advantage, was forced to concentrate her martial arts and give up her conservative tactics. She released all her martial arts and wanted to make a quick decision.Seeing this, sang Huai's eyes were full of color, and he could see a chance to reverse. He also released his cultivation, and his sword opened up the wasteland, and his spirit was shining in the world.

The two swords were joined, and there was a loud noise. The two figures separated, each retreated a few steps, and their bodies were stained with blood.

The figure kneeling on the ground, the sword leaning on the ground, sang Huai mouth blood constantly overflow, half of the difference, defeated.

"Er"

on the other side, a sword mark appeared on Lin Yuzhen's left shoulder, blood mist gushed out, and her body faltered and suffered another heavy injury.

The expected result, the unexpected process, after the seat, a strong person from the major star domain face puzzled, did not understand the reason.

Why should Wang Mingming be so anxious and take such fierce measures when he can defeat the swordsman in the sky and stars with a safe fighting method.

At the end of the battle, red clothes flash by. Ning Chen enters the battle and helps Lin Yuzhen, who is injured. Feng Yuan condenses and seals his injury.

"How?" Ning Chen's expression congeals heavy way.

"No harm"

Lin Yuzhen reluctantly smiles and responds.

On the main seat, the water has no moon and the eyes are shining. It seems that king Qi was badly hurt yesterday. He would not fight for a long time and would take a quick decision.

"This game, Qi Wang Sheng, your highness, congratulations." Mei Wu Chen got up and said with a smile.

Lin Yuzhen nodded and returned to the seats with the help of the men around her.

After the two wars, shuiwuyue and Lin Yuzhen entered the next round respectively, and the results were not unexpected. The truth that the strong win is that no one can break.

Next, Baiyu Jianshen and Mu Changge defeated their opponents in one hundred moves, respectively. The only unseen and unpredictable game fell on the red dress women of Ning Chen and Zhu Rong families.

During the dinner, Ning Chen gets up. On the other side, the woman in red also gets up and walks to the front of the table.

"I'm going to ningchen, ask the girl for advice"

"today's Zhu Rong, please"

the ceremony has passed, and the war is about to start. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall is quiet, and people are concentrating, waiting for the war to start.

A famous ninth son of Mohist family, a descendant of zhurong family who has never been born in ten thousand years, the result of this battle is unpredictable.

"Drink"

with a light drink, Ning Chen's whole body glows with red light, and his sword technique reappears.

"If the fire, the sword"

when the war is coming, the red dress woman's red lips gently open, and in a flash, the sky is full of flames. If the fire sword comes out, the fire will burn the world.