Xia Haiwei raised his eyebrows, still expressionless, turned around and stood back.

The aura dissipated, and the jade slip landed entirely by heaven's will, and it was impossible for Xia Feng to do anything under the noses of these Heavenly Rank Nine Martial Emperors.

The remaining four Xia Emperors, after a short rest, began to duel in pairs.

The second round of the competition was much longer than the first round, and the Xia Emperors who were able to persist in the top five were all the best among the Heavenly Rank Nine Martial Emperors.

In the first round of the game, the slightly weaker Heaven Rank Martial Emperor was defeated by these peak powerhouses in more than ten rounds, not as evenly matched as in the second round.

The seventh Xia Emperor fought against the eleventh Xia Emperor, one of the two held a dark claw, and the other held a long sword, and it was difficult to kill.

The crackling sound of countless weapons colliding sounded in the sky above the Emperor Dragon Platform, and the confrontation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth caused the shattered space to form a turbulent current.

Xia Feng was silent.

When they were fighting for the throne in the previous Xia Ming, the turmoil caused by the attacks that the two of them had used with all their might was not as fierce as the casual attacks of the two Xia Emperors.

This is the real Heavenly Rank Ninefold Martial Emperor, a powerhouse who is qualified to enter the realm of the Martial God.

Looking at the turbulence that had formed around him because of the fighting, Xia Feng had a clear awareness of the Heavenly Rank Peak Martial Emperor.

Although he is also Emperor Wu, compared to them, he is like a child to a reckless man.

No...... It should be said that it is a baby against a reckless man, and a child can also use the number as an advantage, and there is a possibility of turning the tables.

But Xia Feng knew that no matter how many of them there were, they couldn't shake the Heavenly Rank Martial Emperor in the slightest.

Fortunately, Dilongtai was fixed by the ten successive Xia Emperors with a large array, otherwise this terrifying battle would be placed outside, and I don't know how many innocent civilians would be killed and injured.

About three hundred rounds later, Xia Qingyang roared angrily, and Shengsheng used the long sword in his hand wrapped in the rules of fifty avenues to cut off the dark claws of the eleventh Emperor Xia.

The eleventh Emperor Xia looked at the broken place of the dark claws of his hands, couldn't help but sigh, then turned around and hugged his fist at Xia Qingyang, and retreated on the ground.

There is still a gap between his strength and the seventh Xia Emperor.

Although they were all top-grade emperor soldiers, he could feel that the rules of the Great Dao contained in Xia Qingyang's Qingyun Sword were more refined, and there was a faint trace of divinity.

Therefore, it is understandable that his best imperial soldiers are not defeated by the other party.

Fortunately, the Shadow Dark Claw is the personal emperor soldier he has fed all the way, and it only takes some time to use the essence blood to cultivate for a period of time, and he can recover as before.

The Seventh Xia Emperor also withdrew his sword blade, walked out of the Emperor Dragon Platform and closed his eyes to recuperate, and began to recover his spiritual power.

The second game also began, and the ninth and twelfth Xia Emperors also tried their best to break out into battle.

The two fought each other for more rounds than Xia Qingyang and their previous battles.

You go back and forth, but you can't really defeat the opponent, and in desperation, the two can only fall into a muddy tug-of-war.

Half an hour later, the twelfth Xia Emperor, whose aura recovery speed was not as fast as the ninth Xia Emperor, took the initiative to admit defeat.

He is a person who understands, even if he wins the game, I am afraid that his future state will not be able to beat the seventh and eighth Xia Emperors.

Although there has been no competition before, the previous top ten Xia emperors have all counted it in their hearts.

If you want to say who is the strongest, you have to choose between these two.

Judging from the condensation speed of the divine body, the seventh Xia Emperor has reached forty-seven percent, while the eighth Xia Emperor is forty-five percent, which is about the same.

When the divine body is condensed to 100%, it can become a demigod.

In addition to them, the remaining successive Xia Emperors were only twenty percent strongest.

Before the competition, everyone was still lucky, thinking that they might be able to win by chance and get the Void Ding.

But at this time, it seems that there is no accident, hard power is hard power, and if you are not as good as others, you have to lose.

Since only one person can take the Void Ding, then let it be given to the strongest, after all, everyone is surnamed Xia, if one person becomes a martial god, the rest of the people can also be affected by Pang Ze, and under the personal guidance of the martial god, I believe it is far faster than the promotion of an artifact.

The ninth Xia Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then fell to the ground, exuding a faint blue light on his body, frantically swallowing the aura of heaven and earth to heal himself.

Both the seventh and eighth Xia emperors silently closed their eyes and waited for his reply.

It's a pity that the ninth Xia Emperor and the twelfth Xia Emperor fought too fiercely, and it was difficult for him to recover from his injuries in a short time.

No matter what, the winner must be determined today, the seventh Xia Emperor and the eighth Xia Emperor are bound to win the Void Ding, they can't wait for the ninth Xia Emperor to spend a few days or even a dozen days!

In desperation, the ninth Xia Emperor had no choice but to sigh and take the initiative to give up the competition.

The top ten successive Xia Emperors quickly chose the two strongest.

The seventh Xia Emperor Xia Qingyang, and the eighth Xia Emperor Xia Haiwei.

"Sure enough, the final winner can only appear between the two of us."

The corners of the Eighth Xia Emperor Xia Haiwei's mouth rose, and he showed a look of ambition.

"Second uncle, this Void Ding, I am the one who will not give it up."

"It's up to you to decide who the artifact will fall into, it's better to see the real chapter under your hands."

The seventh Xia Emperor Xia Qingyang pursed his lips, then rose into the air and landed steadily above the Emperor Dragon Terrace.

Xia Haiwei didn't procrastinate, he was holding a giant axe, like a god of war, and jumped towards the Dilong platform, smashing the ground and bursting inch by inch!

The defeated Emperor Xia, as well as the ministers in the audience, all held their breath and watched the two above intently.

Xia Qingyang and Xia Haiwei, these two people are the strongest in the Great Xia Empire, and they have both condensed nearly half of the divine bodies.

Such a dragon and tiger battle, many warriors may not be able to see it even if they live for another 100,000 years.

The two of them looked solemn, not daring to be careless and indifferent to each other.

They both knew each other's strength, so they didn't dare to make a rash move, but kept moving their feet to observe each other, looking for flaws in their shots.

Everyone watching couldn't help but get nervous.

Xia Feng noticed that his grandfather Xia Ming was also frowning at this time, staring at the two of them with no contempt in his eyes.

Although he was also a Heavenly Rank Ninefold Martial Emperor, the condensation level of the divine body was only five percent.

If he hadn't relied on the Void Ding, he wouldn't be an opponent of either of the two.

"Boom!"

Finally, the two figures moved, and under the gaze of countless people, the two collided violently like meteorites falling from the sky, exploding countless aftermaths.

"Whew!"

The long sword in Xia Qingyang's hand glowed with a faint cold light, and he slashed at Xia Haiwei in front of him, his every move was accompanied by fierce spatial fluctuations, and the sharp sound of breaking the wind made the martial artists below the martial saint couldn't help but cover their ears and scream.

(End of chapter)