The sacred land of the sky - the Garden of Eden.

In the center of the transparent room, Qi Yun sat alone on the throne, quietly pondering something, and it had maintained this posture since he came back from cleaning up Wuyun Dao.

Breaking the silence was one of the five-star generals, Ah Wu.

The round body squeezed in from outside the door, and the movements were very different from the bloated body, and when they came to Qiyun, they landed on one knee after coming to Qiyun, "Your Majesty, there is a reply from the werewolves of the Berserker Clan from St. Helen, and they are willing to ally with us. "The death of the Sword Emperor has finally begun to cause a chain reaction, and it is good that we can also start working on the next step. Qi Yun raised his finger and pointed slightly towards the empty air in front of him, and a three-dimensional map spread from his fingertips, enveloping the sky above the room, "Our only opponents are Shenzhou, Tianwu Kingdom, Anglo-French Alliance and Freedom Alliance States, if we destroy them all in one go, human beings will lose the courage to resist in the end." "Your Majesty, Long Zhan and An Yu have already led the troops to set off, but it's just ......" seemed to remember some unpleasant memories, Ah Wu's face twitched slightly, "It's not good to start the war in such a hurry, before the battle against Wu Yundao, all the five-star generals except me were injured." "In the battle of Moluo Mountain Fortress, the world only saw the death of Wu Yundao, but they didn't see that the unparalleled man also hit the backbone of the dragon clan's power.

Qi Yun's gaze wandered on the three-dimensional map in front of him, and he asked indifferently: "Ah Wu, if any of you five-star generals singled out Wuyun Dao, what do you think are the chances of winning?" "No." The answer was categorical, Ah Wu looked honest and clumsy on the outside, but in fact he was the most meticulous dragon warrior, of course, its self-esteem was far higher than that of any clansman, and at the moment, it replied without hesitation, "Among the dragon clan, there may be only one who can match the A-level martial arts cultivator with a 100% usage rate, and that day of the battle, if it weren't for the dragon battle that absorbed most of the impact with the Infernal Purgatory, I'm afraid the five of us would have confessed there." "How's the injury from Long Zhan. Qi Yun's topic jumped quickly, and his finger fell on a small country on the map, Ailan, a small country attached to the Anglo-French alliance, with a total of only eight cities, and it was here that the first target of the troops of Long Zhan and Anyu was to set foot on it.

Ah Wu raised his head and shook helplessly: "Your Majesty, Long Zhan has just killed two human doctors, as far as I know, it is seriously injured and needs a long rest to recover, so I don't recommend that it fight now." "Really...... But do you think my orders will stop it? Dragon Fight is not like that, the weaker and more unbearable it is, the less it will show weakness. "As long as Qi Yun closes his eyes recently, he will think of the bloody smile on Wu Yundao's face at the end, what is he laughing at?" Ah Wu is obviously relieved, in the human world, the only A-level martial cultivator with a usage rate of 100% no longer exists, even if there is still a 99% usage rate of martial cultivation, but it is also very different from 100%.

Of course, I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, the dragon clan always subconsciously forgets the existence of the other monster Ye Chengcheng.

"This is an ideal situation, but Ah Wu, you don't forget that human beings are creatures, what they like most is to cause trouble, and no one can guarantee that there will be no more A-level martial cultivators with a 100% usage rate after they are eliminated. "Qi Yun's original plan was to take advantage of the death of the Sword Emperor to sweep the four great powers, but there is still a trace of worry in his heart, is the human race really still the weak nation hundreds of years ago?" "If, at this time, another A-level martial cultivator with a usage rate of more than 100% appears, then our path will become very difficult, but judging from the information we have obtained, there should be no need to worry...... "Even if such a strong person really appears, he will sweep it into the garbage heap of history just like he did with Wuyun Dao."

Yanjing, the capital of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom, the battle to determine the ownership of the name of the Sword Emperor soon entered the final stage, and Xingluo, the only disciple of Wuyun Dao, faced against Ling Feng, the strongest A-level martial cultivator in the empire at the moment.

No matter who it seems, Ling Feng's victory is unsuspenseful, and the crushing strength is poor, but when Xingluo uses the Mandate of Heaven, everyone will find out that maybe they were deceived by Xingluo early, and the strength of that female general who is a genius of Heaven suddenly stopped growing in strength for four years, which is a very strange thing in itself.

"Impossible......" Wu Ke, the second prince closest to the emperor, stood up from his chair suddenly, perhaps because the picture in front of him was so terrifying that he forgot what words to use to describe it.

However, the eldest prince Wu Jie was only slightly stunned, and then suddenly snorted: "That woman is really a monster...... At the age of twenty-six, he reached the peak. ”

The shape on the martial arts platform was very weird, Ling Feng, who should have been devastating, was half-kneeling on one knee, and the Heavenly Destiny Weapon in his hand Hu Che lost its original light, and was cut off by force, inserted on the ground in the distance, and the black coat that symbolized the identity of the Tantric Sect on his body became tattered, in contrast, Xingluo still stood in place with a radiant look, looking down on the loser with contempt, "If you want to become the Sword Emperor with this strength, it is too far behind." The martial arts platform under the feet of the two of them was covered with scars of different depths, and at the moment when everyone's eyes could not track them, the two had already fought at least hundreds of times, and they were evenly matched? No, Ling Feng's trembling fingers were telling him a fact that he couldn't believe, Xingluo actually suppressed himself, "Let me do the math, it was about two years ago, and you have already broken through to 99% , mastered the instrument of destiny, and then concealed it until today, and it is said that it is because of the death of the master that you comprehended, and because you spent your mind on these boring things, so you staggered. Picking up the white crane in his hand, the white and flawless blade brushed along Ling Feng's cheek, leaving a touch of cold touch.

Ling Feng slowly straightened up, he was far higher than Xingluo, and now he could no longer overwhelm this woman with a confident face with her momentum.

"Is the name of the Sword Emperor so important to you?" asked rhetorically, but with a strong smell of contempt, Xingluo had no intention of bypassing Ling Feng since he had calculated the truth.

"For the sake of this name, you can betray the country, and the most important friend, oh, maybe that's just the wishful thinking of my master, in your eyes, he may not be your friend. Xingluo's voice was extremely clear and fell into the ears of everyone present, but unlike before, no one jumped out to question anything this time, and people began to waver, just because Xingluo's strength was stronger than Ling Feng.

"Ha ......" The low and helpless laughter, as if it had been squeezed in the throat for a long time before it finally spewed out, the indifferent mask on Ling Feng's face was finally taken off, "The name of the Sword Emperor was originally mine, from childhood to adulthood, I have always been better than Wu Yundao, but it is such a waste, I have become the Sword Emperor, don't be kidding! Do you know how many important things I gave up in order to obtain this name!" I have almost devoted my whole life to it, and I don't even have time to have a meal with my family, I just keep honing and honing and honing, but, as if to laugh at me, Wu Yundao easily became the apprentice of the old Sword Emperor, and then inherited the name, so what am I!" roared, questioning, Ling Feng's face could finally see the expression of a human being, he was unwilling, and he didn't understand what other meaning he had to live besides becoming the Sword Emperor.

"So you betrayed Master's traces to the Dragons?"

"So what!" This time it was a positive admission, and the audience was silent, but Ling Feng didn't care anymore, losing to Xingluo meant that the last chance was ruined, "He will die can only be said to be inferior to others! The strong survive, and the weak disappear, not to mention that he is still a dignified Sword Emperor, which means that he must not lose!" Xingluo's finger touched his towering chest, and a raging fire of anger burned with anger, "I don't hate the dragon clan for killing Master, I only hate you for doing whatever it takes to get this name, tarnishing the glory of our warriors, and trampling on Master's trust in you." "Weak idiot to die, what's wrong! You are the same, you don't know anything, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for the title of the strongest!" The power surged, and the tiger in Ling Feng's hand extended and lengthened again, recovering to its original appearance, this would probably be his final blow, "As long as I kill you, no one can stop my way anymore!"

Xingluo just sneered at this: "Arrogant, and extremely self-conscious, a guy like you can never become a Sword Emperor, this is not only the strongest name, but also the patron saint of this country, ask everyone, are you qualified?" Lifting the white crane above his head, the sky above seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and the strength comparable to Ling Feng, no, maybe even more terrifying.

"We don't admit it!" "Yes! Absolutely not recognize a guy like Ling Feng as the Sword Emperor!" "The Sword Emperor is our hero, not a shameless person!" First of all, such a cry was issued from the outermost civilians, and then spread to the high platform of the ministers, and the tantric martial cultivators who were supposed to support Ling Feng remained silent one by one, and they couldn't even open their mouths to refute the facts that Ling Feng had already admitted.

"Do you hear that? The cry of the nation, you ...... was eliminated. Before the words fell, Hu Che had already slashed head-on, Xingluo waved his sword with the same expression to block, "boom" was just a light touch, which also caused a strong wind, and the martial arts platform completely cracked, only the place where the two of them stood was intact, "Impossible, impossible, impossible! You stinky little girl, how can you block my knife! Absolutely impossible!" Facing the distorted face, Xingluo only had indescribable disgust in his heart, "Like you, I also deceived this country." Something was changing, and a huge amount of power erupted from within Xingluo's soft body.

A power that is both strange and familiar to all.

The woman on the stage seemed to have become the Wu Yun Dao who guarded the Heavenly Martial Kingdom.

"Since four years ago, Master has given me an order to forcibly limit the growth of my strength, so for four years, my usage rate has been maintained at 90% at the beginning, and I am constantly accumulating, waiting for the day when the restrictions can be lifted, and I think now, it is time. "You...... How...... Maybe ...... "The body is the most honest, Ling Feng felt the change in Xingluo's quality, I am afraid that since the day Wu Yundao died, Xingluo had already lifted the restrictions in his body, causing the power that had been accumulated for four years to erupt in one breath.

Today, the usage rate of Xingluo is ......

"100%, the Sword Emperor was born. Emperor Wu Zheng suddenly stood up from the throne and stood in the wind, with a demented look on his face that he couldn't see half a point, and all that was left was the majesty of the king, "She, she is our next Sword Emperor!" "Shut up, I will never ......admit it" The roar that stopped abruptly, the invisible force choked his throat, making Ling Feng unable to make a sound, the white crane had pierced his chest at some point, and the blood stained the black coat red, and also stained the snow-like blade, "Now on, it is my time." The impression left on Ling Feng in the last scene was that beautiful face.

On the same day, the Heavenly Martial Kingdom announced that Xingluo had become the next Sword Emperor, and the woman who had been making legends since the Ragnarok era had finally stepped onto the strongest stage.

Inside the Royal Palace.

Wu Zheng sat on the throne, and only he and Xingluo were left in the empty room, and even the closest eunuch did not appear here.

"After returning from the battlefield of Ragnarok, Wu Yundao took you as an apprentice, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. "The old man of the Emperor Xià is not disguised, every word he says, it takes a lot of effort, but he still insists on staring at Xingluo carefully with those cloudy eyes, "He told me that he found the best rough stone, and it was you." "Master has seen the right person once in his life, and that is me. "I admit unceremoniously that in Xingluo's dictionary, there is probably no such thing as reserve and modesty.

"Ling Feng was not that kind of person in the past, Wu Yundao was just an ordinary person with mediocre talent when he was a child, Ling Feng was a genius who was in the limelight, it is incredible that the two became best friends, at that time, Ling Feng could only laugh naturally when he was with Wu Yundao, no one thought that it would become like this in the end. Once upon a time, Wu Zheng firmly believed that Ling Feng would be the one who would usher in a new era, but he still failed to realize it after all.

"A boring man, devoured by selfish desires, it's you who think too highly of him, Your Majesty. Xingluo shrugged, not showing any interest in talking about the dog again.

"Speaking of which, your master may have sensed something that made you start restricting the growth of your strength four years ago. Wu Zheng remembered the meeting with Wu Yundao two years ago, and the wise Sword Emperor seemed to have an insight into it, "Your bloodline can now be ...... publicly" "No, I don't have this interest, Your Majesty." "To this day, are you still reluctant to call me your father?" Wu Zheng sighed slightly in frustration, such a gaffe would never have appeared in the past, and Xingluo was the child he gave birth to in the Wild Land with a barbarian female warrior, and he didn't come back from the Wild Land until ten years ago, "If I call you father, I will be involved in a boring battle for the throne, I don't have any interest in that chair, I will take what I want with my own hands, this is my style." Turning to leave, Wu Zheng was left with a resolute back.

"Hey, if you want to be your man, you have to defeat you, this girl is now an A-level martial arts cultivator with a 100% usage rate, who else can beat you...... Unless it is an S-level martial cultivator, in the world, apart from Ye Tingcheng, will there be any other S-level martial cultivators?It must also be a man, it's not such a coincidence......" The old emperor shook his head worriedly.