Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came, wanting to see who dared to jump out and provoke Zhou Xuanji at this juncture.

Every sect will be suppressed by the enemy when it holds the opening ceremony, but Zhou Xuanji ranks second in the world, who can have such courage?

The speaker was none other than the black-robed monk in the Dongyuan Temple team.

In front of everyone's eyes, he took a step forward, looked at Zhou Xuanji, who was high above, and said with a smile: "Zhou Xuanji, you have the map of the world, you are indeed lucky, but it is too rigid and easy to break, you dare to call yourself the strongest person in ancient and modern times, is it a bit arrogant?"

Zhou Xuanji glanced at him and did not speak.

He didn't brag about his talent to outsiders, it was a title that the world pressed on his head.

This guy wants to provoke him because of this, and the reason he finds is too lame.

The old man of the cliff thief and the disciples of the Emperor Sword Court all looked at the black-robed monk coldly, with mocking smiles on their faces.

The black-robed monk's face turned cold, and he slowly rose up, and wisps of strange black qi came out, wrapping around him.

"My ancestors have a strong emperor, in terms of talent, no one in the world can compare with me, I have practiced for nearly a thousand years, and I was born today, just stepping on the name of your sword emperor to shock the world. ”

He smiled proudly, and many people were moved.

Is there a strong emperor on the ancestors?

That's pretty impressive.

It's a pity that Zhou Xuanji is still expressionless, which makes the black-robed monk's heart angry.

There is a feeling of hitting the cotton with all its might.

Accurate!

He stared at Zhou Xuanji and sneered: "What's the matter, panic, Zhou Xuanji, let's make a move, today I will defeat you in front of the heroes of the world!"

He spread his arms, and the black qi turned into a black Buddha shadow, like a great Buddha with evil fire in the demon.

The Black Buddha quickly rose to the same height as the Thousand-Hand Sword Buddha.

At this moment, the Thousand-Hand Sword Buddha opened his eyes, and two strong lights shone through the heavens and the earth, shaking many people to close their eyes.

The Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha has moved!

Thousands of arms swung their swords in unison, like a thousand swords turning into a sword, slashing down with the power of ten thousand jun, unstoppable.

The black-robed monk's eyelids jumped, and he just wanted to resist, but the black Buddha behind him was directly scattered by a sword.

Bang –

The black-robed monk was directly slashed by the giant sword, and his body exploded, turning into a burst of blood mist and floating in the air.

The sword wind shook the sky and fell, making countless people's hearts tremble.

What a domineering power!

Heaven and earth are silent.

Except for the Dongyuan Temple side, who were all dumbfounded, the others were not surprised, and only praised Zhou Xuanji.

An unknown person who also wants to challenge the Sword Emperor?

What about the descendants of the emperor, they are not the emperor after all.

How many descendants of the emperor can prove to be emperor again?

Zhou Xuan's body flickered and disappeared out of thin air.

After a second, he returned to the top of the Thousand-Hand Sword Buddha's head.

If you don't keep an eye on him, you think he hasn't moved.

In fact, he had just taken away the soul of the black-robed monk.

This son's cultivation has reached the second tribulation of scattered immortals, and he is not weaker than the Huangquan Dragon King, but it is a pity to find the wrong opponent.

But this kid's background is not simple, you can torture it, maybe you can get good information.

"The opening ceremony has officially begun, and luck has risen!"

Zhou Xuanji shouted, and then the entire sky shook violently.

Groaning –

A dragon groan sounded, and the Burning Prison Dragon King appeared at the foot of the mountain, turning into a dragon body, and his body quickly multiplied, coiling around the mountain, winding upwards.

The mighty dragon body was revealed in everyone's eyes, and they were stunned to see it.

"Dragon!"

"Such a powerful dragon might, is it an eighth-order demon?"

"More than that! Ninth Order!"

"My God, besides the Huangquan Dragon King, are there other dragons who have reached the ninth order?"

"There is such a big demon under the Sword Emperor!"

Infernal Dragon's scales flowed with magma, emitting a scorching aura that seemed to entangle clouds and mist, shocking the eyeballs.

The sea of clouds above shook violently, and another roar sounded, which looked immature compared to the Burning Prison Dragon King.

But the roar grew louder and more majestic.

"It's ...... The roar of the unicorn?"

Someone exclaimed, causing another uproar.

The last time he fought the Sword Saint, Zhou Xuanji was stepping on the Fire Qilin.

Isn't that fire unicorn simple?

After thinking about it, Zhou Xuanji only needed the phoenix to gather the heads of the three ancient divine beasts.

The aura of heaven and earth surged to the top of the mountain, and all the disciples of the Emperor Sword Court felt that something was being withdrawn from their bodies, but they did not feel any discomfort.

Zhou Xiaoqi's roar became louder and louder, and it was like thunder behind him, deafening.

The face of the Hanging River Divine Monk was ugly, and the death of the black-robed monk hit him very hard.

You must know that even he couldn't beat the black-robed monk, and as a result, the black-robed monk was killed by Zhou Xuanji in seconds.

Now that he saw the Burning Hell Dragon King and heard the roar of the Fire Qilin, he felt a sense of frustration inexplicably.

He is really inferior to Zhou Xuanji.

He suddenly understood why the invincible Immortal Flower would be so desperate for Zhou Xuanji.

She may really admire and like Zhou Xuanji.

He had known Xianxianghua for so long, and it was the first time he had seen her treat such a man like this, and even Emperor Yang didn't make Xianxianghua feel moved.

Zhou Xuanji didn't know what the Hanging River Monk was thinking, he was feeling luck.

Invisible qi luck rose up, like a raging wind, and even his qi luck was sucked upward.

The qi luck of the whole court is now infused into Zhou Xiaoqi's body.

Zhou Xiaoqi's body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of flames and mighty.

"Such strong luck, worthy of the Sword Emperor. ”

At the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged man exclaimed.

His name is Li Yinyu, he is richly dressed and has a grand demeanor, he is the owner of Canghai Mansion, controlling the intelligence of the world, and he also came to visit Zhou Xuanji today, and he happened to witness such a grand occasion.

The disciples of Canghai Tower behind him all looked in admiration.

No wonder Zhou Xuanji was able to defeat the Sword Master.

Just this kind of luck, I am afraid that I can already compete with Emperor Yang.

Meanwhile.

In the north of the Northern Wasteland, in the midst of the ice and snow, Liu Wuji, who was strolling forward, suddenly raised his eyes and looked south.

At this moment, he has returned to his normal body, no longer skinny, his eyes are still glowing green, and his white hair is fluttering, he is like an evil demon walking in the vastness.

"Good majestic luck, is it Zhou Xuanji, or Emperor Yang?"

He muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth raised, and a murderous look in his eyes.

When he absorbed the essence of the evil king and Fu Hao, he also absorbed their memories, and he had a cognition of today, and he was no longer ignorant.

He immediately turned around and headed south.

Originally, he wanted to suck the essence of all living beings in the north, but now, he couldn't wait to absorb the essence of Zhou Xuanji and Emperor Yang.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Bai Hao stood on the cliff with the wind and bitterness, the four seasons behind him are like spring, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the icebergs in front of him are undulating, just like another world.

"Since ancient times, the north has been a place of suppression, the Great Emperor, your divine soldiers are located in the north, will they bump into Liu Wuji?"

Feng Kule asked cautiously, since he learned that Liu Wuji had been resurrected, he had been frightened.

With Liu Wouji's strength, he can kill whoever he wants, and no one can stop him.

The corners of Bai Hao's mouth curled up, and he smiled contemptuously: "What is Liu Wuji, this emperor is not weaker than him at his peak!"

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