Yanjing, the capital of the Tenmu Kingdom, has a history of hundreds of years, and the number of ancient buildings is even more than that of Shenzhou, and it is said that before the Great Tribulation, the Tenmu Kingdom and Shenzhou were originally the same country.

There are tens of thousands of intersecting arterial roads connecting various urban districts in Yanjing, several of which are already thriving shopping malls.

Today, there is hardly a single person to be seen on the originally lively streets, and almost all the people in Yanjing have gathered in the square called the Temple of Heaven, and the towering stone platform is full of the royal family of the Tianwu Kingdom, and today the country will usher in important ceremonies.

The selection of the next Sword Emperor.

On the throne made of pure gold, there was an old man with white hair, the erosion of time had left a cruel mark on the face that had once fascinated half of the girls in the country, it was hard to imagine that this emperor would be the best lover of the girls in the country when he was young, and now, all that can be seen is the face of a dead tree that has lost its vitality.

The current emperor of the Tianwu Kingdom - Wu Zheng.

Today's wind seems to be much stronger than usual, a handsome young man on the left has quickly got up from his seat, put a blanket on the old man's knees gently, his eyes have been narrowed into a line Wu Zheng didn't know if he noticed other people's movements, no movement was made, the young man felt a burst of frustration about his useless work, and asked cautiously: "Father, are you cold? "Oh...... Oh, no, I'm fine. The old man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and then he came back to his senses and sat up straight, "Among so many children, you are the one who knows how to be filial to adults the most...... That one...... What ......" "I'm Wu Ke, Father. The second prince Wu Ke hurriedly approached, and the flattering appearance made the eldest prince Wu Jie on the right snort disdainfully, after returning from Dongying Island, it took several months just to recuperate, but at the same time, Wu Jie also received the support of many people in the royal family, and now he can be regarded as the most promising heir.

Wu Yi, as the sixth prince, sat in a slightly remote place, and the fourth prince Wu Zhong died under the sword of Baishi on Dongying Island, so the position was vacant, and on the other side, the position of the seventh prince was also empty all year round, and many years ago he tried to sneak attack when Xingluo was taking a bath, but he was crippled, and he was thrown into a cage by his father and fed to the beast, "I don't know if that woman will mess around if she knows about this situation......" Wu Yi worriedly swept to the position of the minister opposite, the chief general Xingluo seemed to have not arrived yet, and there were royal families, ministers, and members of the Tantric sect who were qualified to sit on the high platform.

Today, there are a lot of members of the Tantric sect, and they are almost always obsessed with martial arts, and they are not very involved in the political affairs of the Tianwu Kingdom, until today, the position of the Sword Emperor is vacant.

The bad news that Wuyun Dao was killed by the dragon clan almost caused turmoil in the Tianwu Kingdom at the beginning, although the invisible fear shrouded the head of the country for a moment, but soon, they all forgot about it, this is a warrior empire that admires the strong, they have an unyielding spirit and will, the dragon clan wants to fight?

It's not for the revenge of the Sword Emperor!

Instead, he wants to prove to the Dragon Clan that all the people of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom are the strongest warriors!

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time. The man in this black trench coat walked to the throne, unruly as a martial artist, as flattering and shameless as Wu Ke, and silently stood up and bowed to the man at this moment.

Ling Feng, an A-level martial cultivator with a usage rate of 98%, is also the strongest warrior in Tantra, second only to Wuyun Dao.

"Oh...... Oh, you are ......" "I'm Ling Feng, what's the matter, wasn't His Majesty still very healthy before?" Ling Feng frowned, when did the wise and martial emperor turn into a senile dementia, and the target of the inquiry was the eunuch Nian Dahai, who was a stand-in, in this country, I don't know when the ancient eunuch usage was restored, used to serve the nobles in the royal family.

"This ...... This, our family is not clear, His Majesty has been good and bad in the past few days, and the doctors are trying their best to treat it. Nian Dahai curled up in fear, and his unproductive appearance drew a snort from several other tantric patriarchs.

"Hey, Ling Feng, even you are competing this time, it seems that I have no fun. "Another master in Tantra, Hua Lang, has thick curly hair, and his honest expression makes people feel a little bit majestic, but at the same time, Hua Lang is the representative of Tantra's body arts, and the A-level martial arts with a usage rate of 94%.

The tall man holding an iron spear walked all the way to his place, Tong Yuan, the spear sect master of Tantra, and an A-level martial artist with a usage rate of 95%.

Wu Yi watched more and more strong men who stayed at home on weekdays appear one after another, and his palms couldn't help but clench, they were all monsters used as national-level combat power at critical moments, but today, all of them were attracted by a title.

Sword Emperor!

No matter how much they hide it, they can't fool anyone else.

"Your Highness, it seems that no trace of Xingluo has been found. Behind him, Tang Ruilin bent down and whispered in Wu Yi's ear, almost at an urgent moment, that woman was still swaggering and not showing up? Wu Yi didn't know what Xingluo was thinking.

On the high platform, everyone began to sit down one after another, an old man with the same white hair trembled and walked to a martial arts platform in the middle of several high platforms, theoretically, everyone will use force to fight here, the winner is the Sword Emperor, the periphery, many people are gathered there, waiting for the start of the martial arts with bated breath.

"Ahem...... This, I think you all know the bad news not long ago. The old man picked up the megaphone, amplifying the listless voice several times, echoing in the densely populated Temple of Heaven, "Sword Emperor Wuyun Dao, unfortunately died at the hands of the Dragon Clan, as a centuries-old inheritance rule, this title must be inherited from generation to generation, originally, the heirs of the new Sword Emperor were personally selected and decided by the previous Sword Emperor, that is to say, at present, our Tianwu State is the closed disciple of Wuyun Dao, General Xingluo. The crowd was still silent, the ministers and the princes and princesses all turned their eyes to the still vacant position, Xingluo rushed back from Shenzhou overnight after the accident in Wuyun Dao, but after arriving in Yanjing, Wu Yi didn't know what the female general with a bad personality was doing.

"Now, there is a question of strictness. The old man on the martial arts platform continued his speech, "General Xingluo is an excellent A-level martial artist, and now at the age of twenty-six, he has reached an astonishing height of 90% in use, but the person who inherits the name of the Sword Emperor must be the strongest warrior in his country, and in terms of the value of the usage rate, General Xingluo is not qualified." Saying that, the old man bent down to the emperor with difficulty, and the difficulty of the action almost made people worry about whether the old man would break the old waist because of this, fortunately, the old man completed the action smoothly, Wu Zheng also slowly opened his eyes, and Wu Ke, who had been prepared, handed the megaphone to his father's mouth for the first time, in exchange for the old man's satisfied smile.

"So, who is the strongest person in our country?"

"Your Majesty, almost all of the strongest martial cultivators are gathered in Tantra, and now the strongest warrior in the empire is probably Lord Lingfeng, an A-level martial cultivator with a usage rate of 98%, ......" Before the words fell, everyone almost focused their eyes on Ling Feng, compared to Wu Yun Dao's late bloomer, Ling Feng can be said to have become famous at a young age, before the age of twenty, he was almost a genius who completely overtook Wu Yun Dao in the limelight, but no one could have imagined that the rising star Wu Yun Dao would be directly selected as a disciple by the previous Sword Emperor, and inherit the name, of course, Wu Yun Dao finally proved himself with his strength.

The name of Sword Emperor used to be within reach, but it was ruthlessly taken away, and now that it came to his hand again, Ling Feng, who was calm and steady, couldn't help but feel a little faster.

"Hmph, although I am not convinced, but ...... It's really not that guy's opponent. After Tong Yuan glanced at it, he muttered in a low voice full of indignation, in the Tantric Sect that had lost the Martial Cloud Dao, Ling Feng was undoubtedly the strongest warrior.

Hua Lang crossed his legs, yawned boredly, and said: "Moreover, the name of the Sword Emperor must be carried by someone with deterrent power, and Xingluo's girl is still too young after all." ”

"陛xià. Everywhere Ling Feng's gaze went, everyone avoided it in unison, what a sharp and domineering gaze it was, as if he was telling everyone that the name of the Sword Emperor was already in his bag.

"Oh...... What's wrong, Ling ...... Ling ......" is Ling Feng, His Majesty. Ling Feng corrected, standing up from his position, he could clearly overlook the surrounding high platform and those civilians who were looking at it with their hands raised, this day had been decades late, but it was not too late.

"This is my little opinion, after the death of my friend Yun Dao, I am the only one who can shoulder the name of the Sword Emperor, after all, the Sword Emperor is the biggest weapon of our Tianwu Kingdom, and it can play a role in deterring other countries, Yun Dao's apprentice Xingluo is indeed a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, but she is still much younger after all...... Moreover, it is also from the wilderness. The last sentence attracted the nods of many royal children, being born in this country actually has a lot of effect, Xingluo is a child who was picked up from a wild area, and was promoted to a general by the emperor at that time, but he suffered a lot of resistance, and the girl who was only sixteen years old at the time used her strength to silence all doubters.

Among the members of the royal family, Wu Yi felt the change in the atmosphere, an unstoppable wave! The person who set off was Ling Feng, that man, who had already shocked everyone.

"With a usage rate of 98%, it is indeed the only combat power available in our country, but even the Sword Emperor can't defeat the dragon clan...... Can Ling Feng do that?" "I said brother, you're worried about inconsequential things again. On the cushion beside her, there was a woman with black hair and a shawl, the Fifth Imperial Lady Wu Qing, an A-level martial artist with a usage rate of 60%, in terms of strength, a slightly mediocre woman, among many crown princes, was just an ordinary big sister, today, her expression seemed to be full of impatience, "I'm tired of that kind of lifeless performance, when will Xingluo come!" "Imperial sister, I don't know ......" Wu Yi shrugged his shoulders and stared innocently.

The strange thing is that the generals under Xingluo's command also remained silent in the stands.

Then, there was a commotion from a distance, and the crowd that was originally like a vast ocean was slowly splitting up, making way for a road, and a huge white saber-toothed tiger was walking proudly from the road that got out of the way, and Xingluo, who was dressed in a black leather coat sitting on his back, appeared silently, but everyone forgot to speak, and all their eyes were focused on this woman.

"It's a saber-toothed tiger in the border area...... It should be a precious species that inhabits the depths of the jungle, that woman, could it be that she will set off to catch a mount in the forest after returning to the capital?" Wu Yi grinned, probably thinking that this conjecture was exaggerated, but when Xingluo jumped on the martial arts platform on a saber-toothed tiger, the first sentence made everyone fall through their glasses: "It seems that I was late for a while, sorry, because there is no suitable mount, I went back to my hometown to catch one." "She really did it for such a boring reason!" Covering his face with his right hand, Wu Yi could imagine how this sentence would anger the others.

"General Xingluo, I hope you can reacquaint yourself with your duties, this is the sacred martial fighting platform, and later, a new Sword Emperor will be born here. As soon as the old man who spoke wanted to aggravate his breath, a huge head flashed in front of him, the saber-toothed tiger opened its mouth, and the roar of the "roar" was full of the vitality of wild animals, and the pampered old man directly sat down on the martial arts platform in fright, and then realized his gaffe, blushed, and pointed to the woman in front of him, "You...... You're ...... "Hahaha...... What a masterpiece, are you scared to pee your pants? Your instinct is right, if I wasn't there, it would have eaten you, waste. Xingluo stood on the back of the saber-toothed tiger, looking up at the big people on the high platform with his hands on his hips, "Said it was the selection of the Sword Emperor? "Xingluo, don't mess around, you are far from being able to shoulder this name now. Ling Feng gave an answer before the emperor, but in exchange for Xingluo's piercing laughter, "I said, old thing, is it so eager to win that title? With a contemptuous smile, Ling Feng hadn't seen this kind of expression for decades, and sure enough, the wild child from the border area didn't have the slightest amount of courtesy.

"Hey, little girl, even if you use your strength to grab the name of the Sword Emperor, you won't have any chance. Hua Lang stood up, jumped over, and landed on the martial arts platform, "You still have a future to speak of, and we don't want to destroy you here." "Idiot. Xingluo pursed his lips disdainfully, his eyes still staring at Ling Feng, "Since you want to rob it, then be prepared to pay the price, I will not show mercy." The next moment, the killing intent was full, and the smile on Xingluo's face disappeared.

She never forgot Wu Yundao's death.

I didn't intend to let those despicable villains go.