"Don't you even take us seriously-"

Xuan Xuan came first, and the cold light in his eyes bloomed, and the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword was born, condensing ten thousand thunders.

Xiao Yu walked steadily towards the three of them, and with every step he took, Ling Tian's momentum was shocked around him, and the galaxy map behind him was as bright as a dream. Although I don't know why they dared to show up after being defeated by themselves, but with him here, they will definitely not let them pass.

"Do you think that if you have the upper hand for a while, you can really win the divine sword in my hand!"

"Hum—"

The Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword slashed straight down, and all the thunder light attacked Xiao Yu.

"Boom—"

The clouds cracked, and the huge claws of the red dragon fell from the sky, and it was a hundred feet long, and a beam of white rainbow light pierced through the sky and the earth, shooting down from the nine heavens.

The three masters shot at the same time, without the suppression of the emperor's bloodline, whether it was momentum or strength, they were much stronger than the last time.

The corners of Xiao Yu's eyes lifted slightly, the four-color divine sword shattered the void, the reckless ancient power was like the condensation of the stars, the power of heaven and earth was operated, and the six Dharma interpretation swords were sheng, turning into a dark golden rune, inlaid on the blade, between heaven and earth, faintly resounding Sanskrit chanting, between the six realms of the law, the illusion of a thousand times.

This sword seems to burn out thousands of years, in the endless passage of time and space, recalling the once supreme prosperity, Jiuyang's eyes, reflecting the dazzling brilliance, this sword is so real, it reminds him of the past years, in another space, thousands of years of memory.

"What a good sword......"

"Boom!"

A thousand zhang halo shot out in an instant, and everything was annihilated by this heavy halo, as if time and space were frozen at this moment.

The sky thundered vertically, and Xuan Xuan's eyes were clear, "Without bloodline suppression, can you want to break the three of us with this sword alone, you are really naïve and ignorant!"

The sneer of the north gate against the wind was even more arrogant, "Those who despise the Holy Land will only be annihilated like flying ashes, but it's a pity that we need to strike twice to make him fall, it's really a failure." ”

Although Yu Jinghong didn't say anything, the look in his eyes was also full of confidence, although Xiao Yu's bloodline power was strong, they were no strangers, as disciples of the Holy Land, they would always get more resources and information.

As the bloodline inheritance of the Thirteen Dragon Ancestors, they are the masters of the True Dragon Holy Land, one of the four holy lands of Kyushu in the future, no matter how lucky Xiao Yu is, how can he compare with their dignity, no matter how strong his talent is, how can he escape from the reckless dragon claws of the True Dragon Holy Land.

The Thirteen Dragon Ancestors are the totems of the True Dragon Holy Land, and the ancestors of the True Dragon Holy Land have been inherited by the Thirteen Dragon Ancestors before they created the True Dragon Holy Land.

For tens of thousands of years, it is the dream of all disciples of the True Dragon Holy Land to be able to obtain the bloodline inheritance of the Dragon Ancestor, at this moment, the white, blue, and red dragons are all inherited from the bloodline of the Dragon Ancestor, and they have the power of a powerful dragon, in the case that Xiao Yu cannot open the bloodline of the emperor, no matter what, it is impossible for him to withstand the combined blow of the three of them.

"If I were you, I would accept the verdict of fate. ”

Yu Jinghong finally spoke, the white divine dragon roared, and the power of the giant dragon fell from the sky, as a disciple of the True Dragon Holy Land, he was definitely not allowed to be defeated in the hands of the same person.

In the high dragon roar, the power of the three-color divine dragon penetrates the heaven and earth, Xiao Yu is like an eternal rock, always standing proudly between heaven and earth, the majestic source qi is flowing endlessly, and the mangs of the divine sword are not annihilated in the divine dragon, but the brilliance is becoming more and more prosperous.

"It's a pity that you're not me," Xiao Yu's eyes were bright, and in the four-color divine sword, there was a white fragment suspended, and a white sword mark burst out from the fragment, as if condensing eternal power.

In the process of cultivating to break through the Broken Sect and reach the Emperor, Xiao Yu finally fused the fragments of the Cangsheng Sword perfectly into the Four Yang Source Qi and summoned the real Four Yang Divine Sword, Jiuyang said that the name of this sword was called the Four Poles.

Quadrupole Sword –

Xiao Yu was not very satisfied with this name, but he absolutely believed in the power of this sword, and the reason why he could stand in the City of Radiance and compete with the world's heroes was this divine sword.

The moment the white sword marks appeared, Xiao Yu's momentum suddenly rose to a supreme height, and the origin fragment of the Cangsheng Sword, although it was still in a certain sleep, condensed the true power of the stars.

Sensing Xiao Yu's sword momentum, Yu Jinghong's eyes suddenly appeared strange, how could Xiao Yu still have such a powerful power without opening the emperor's bloodline, although this power was not as terrifying as the power of the bloodline, it still made him feel deep fear.

Xuan Xuan's face turned pale in an instant from the original ruddy, and with his cultivation and insight, he could also sense Xiao Yu's power in an instant, rising to a realm that was awe-inspiring.

Only the eyes of the north gate against the wind were red, and the endless anger was condensed in his chest, at this moment, he even wanted to use the essence and blood of his whole body to kill Xiao Yuli under the dragon's claws, but the edification of the holy land for many years finally calmed him down.

In fact, it was not calm, but only the headwind of the north gate also deeply felt the fear of death, and in comparison, the momentary failure seemed like a cloud.

At this moment of surprise, Xiao Yuqing roared, "Break!" The supreme sword momentum slammed down, and the originally lofty three-color divine dragon lowered its noble head under the power of this sword.

"Boom-"

The huge halo of light transformed from the sky and the earth, and instantly spread to the boundless space, and when all the light dissipated, the three of them had fallen a hundred feet away, and their eyes were full of unwillingness.

Yu Jinghong's gaze seems to be calm, but it contains deep pain, those who are more silent, often have more strength, and stronger self-esteem, in the case of the three of them combined, defeated in the hands of Xiao Yu twice in a row, this result is afraid to become a heart knot, forever entangled in his heart, unless one day he can defeat Xiao Yu.

Yu Jinghong knew that it was difficult to do this, even if he could use the power of the sect to kill him, it would be impossible to defeat him by himself, so this would become an eternal knot in his heart, and it would be on his path of martial cultivation.

The resentment and unwillingness in the eyes of Xuan Xuan and Beimen against the wind are even stronger, but they also know that they can't change the result, and it is precisely because of this that the anger and unwillingness are more intense, everyone has experienced such a failure, but some people finally choose to escape, some choose to forget, some choose to be resentful, and some choose to rise up.

Xiao Yu defeated the three holy land masters with a sword, and this time he no longer relied on the power of the bloodline, and lost the advantage of bloodline suppression, and this result undoubtedly brought Xiao Yu more significance.

"Boy, the power you have now can finally get a little bit into your eyes. ”

Is it just a little bit in the eye?

Xiao Yu smiled slightly, for Jiuyang, maybe it was just an eye.

In a flash, a voice suddenly sounded.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. ”