"Haha, is this the strong man in your God Realm? Everyone is really vulnerable. Even the one with the lowest cultivation level among the tribesmen I brought is far inferior." The old man chuckled: "With just a bunch of you guys,

Do you also want to conquer the evil girl?"

"In my opinion, you should give up this idea and find a place to avoid the disaster as soon as possible."

The sarcastic words severely stimulated everyone's self-esteem.

"What are you being arrogant about? Isn't it just to win two games in a row? I'll do it!" An unknown strong man jumped onto the ring, holding a strange-shaped long knife: "I am Wu Yiming!"

Hearing this name, the audience inside and outside the venue became excited again.

"It's actually him? Former Sword Emperor Wu Yiming!!"

"What? The master of swordsmanship who swept through the four great dynasties at the same level three thousand years ago?"

"Isn't it a legend that he was killed by Ni Tian Guyun?"

Three thousand years ago, among the younger generation, a brilliant figure who was famous in the divine realm was born. At the age of thirty, he reached the peak of the third heaven.

The way of swordsmanship in one hand is even more superb.

Except for the four kings who were in power at the time, no one was sure that they would be able to kill this man.

Some people call him the King of Swords.

Three thousand years have passed, and the youth of the past is no longer, replaced by Wu Yiming, who looks old but still has a sword.

For three thousand years, his cultivation and swordsmanship must be astonishing!

Even Taiqing Yunluan was shocked and deeply suspicious: "Strange, isn't he dead?"

If she can be so sure, she must be able to confirm that Wu Yiming has long since perished.

This matter was not a secret among the four kings of the dynasty. Wu Yiming was so popular back then that even the dynasties against the will of heaven gave him an olive branch.

However, Wu Yiming was unruly and rejected all dynasties.

As a result, Ni Tiangu Yun was angered and killed him personally to prevent him from falling into the hands of the enemy and becoming a serious problem.

Why is he still alive?

While thinking about it, Taiqing Yunluan secretly asked Su Yu for instructions.

But the strange thing is that Su Yu actually sat in silence with his eyes closed, completely ignoring it.

Taiqing Yunluan had no choice but to stare at the ring with suspicion.

"Three moves!" Wu Yiming held a long knife in his hand and pointed at the young man in black.

The young man in black chuckled: "Okay, I'll finish you off in three moves!"

Swish——

The young man in black suddenly disappeared again, and his strange and undetectable movements suddenly made the entire audience feel excited.

They seemed to have seen the scene of Wu Yiming's tragic death again.

However, Wu Yiming snorted coldly: "What a weird trick!"

"One knife breaks all laws!" Wu Yiming swept his long knife across, shooting out endless knife shadows, with him as the center, shooting in all directions, covering every angle.

Chi-chi——

Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared.

Waves of light flashed near the arena, and the sound of pieces of cloth being torn could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion, as if something was destroyed.

The scene in the arena seemed to have changed into another space.

The arena is still the same arena, but the front and back are obviously two different feelings.

Especially the young man in black, after taking a closer look, he clearly disappeared, but unexpectedly appeared behind Wu Yiming, secretly preparing to give him a killing move.

At this moment, all sentient beings suddenly realize!

It turned out to be an illusion!

No wonder the famous Maurya King, a warrior with her skill in movement, died tragically and inexplicably.

It turns out that everyone, including the audience, has long been in a phantom.

The shadowy young man she saw was just a phantom, and the real young man in black took advantage of her hallucination to seriously injure or injure her despicably.

Wu Yiming saw the clue and broke the illusory formation with his sword.

The shadowy young man had a look of surprise on his face, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward, grabbing Wu Yiming's heart sharply.

Wu Yiming snorted: "A cold knife is like the wind!"

He held the long knife in his hand and suddenly thrust it into the ring.

Suddenly, a strong wind emerged from the long knife, shaped like a tornado, and wrapped Wu Yiming in it.

And the wind was filled with extremely sharp sword energy.

The young man in black was caught off guard and was caught in the tornado. He didn't even scream, but was crushed into pieces by the tornado without a trace.

The young man in black is destroyed!

Within two moves, he was killed cleanly!

The Sword Emperor's fierce methods are very inspiring.

"Win! We won!"

"Long live the Sword King!"

"Hahaha, calling you arrogant, we have outstanding people in God's Domain, but mere barbarians still dare to be arrogant!"

On the rostrum, the face of the old man in black changed for the first time, with a trace of anger lingering on his face.

Taiqing Yunluan took a long breath. Although she had doubts in her mind, no matter what she said, Wu Yiming did give them a bad breath.

Especially the death of Maurya!

"The descendants of the dragon clan are just like this. They can be destroyed in two moves and are vulnerable to a single blow." Taiqing Yunluan's expression softened a lot and he was confident: "I advise you to go back to your mountain retreat as soon as possible, and don't continue to embarrass yourself.

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The old man in black stared at Wu Yiming and said in a low voice: "Don't you think it is too despicable for the soul body to participate in the competition? This method is unfair. I suggest that he should be disqualified from the competition!"

"Haha!" Taiqing Yunluan sneered: "In terms of despicableness, wouldn't it be even more despicable and shameless for your tribe to use illusions to confuse their opponents and sneak attack them to death?"

The old man in black looked calm: "Illusion is also a part of strength. Who stipulates that illusion is not allowed?"

Taiqing Yunluan chuckled: "Then, who has stipulated that soul bodies are not allowed to participate? Besides, you know very well how weak the soul body is! It is obvious that you have a huge advantage, why are you still shouting unfair? Not as good as you

The souls of our tribe members also left their bodies, how about we compete with our souls?"

These words won the cheers of all sentient beings.

"That's right, why are you being unfair? Isn't it over if everyone uses their souls to fight?"

"It's really shameless, taking advantage of others and still complaining!"

"Haha, these wild men might expect us to compete with them with our hands tied. This is only fair!"

The ruthless ridicule made the old man in black's face gradually darken, and he said coldly: "Okay! Let's change him!"

"Come up!" He pointed to another young man in black.

The breath is more powerful than the first one.

"I'm exiting!" However, Wu Yiming exited decisively, carrying a long knife and walked out of the venue without looking back.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the morale they had finally built up showed signs of declining again.

However, a flash of light and shadow appeared on the stage, and a scribe in scholar's attire appeared. He waved his Qiankun fan and said leisurely: "I'll do it!"

The old man in black glanced at him, his old pupils flashing with light: "Another soul body! Who are you again?"

The scribe said easily and freely: "I am the Nine Poison Scholar."

Hearing this, everyone was surprised again.

"Nine Poison Scholars...could he be the Poison King who alarmed the four kings of the Divine Realm five thousand years ago?"

"It's him! It can't be wrong! His poison skills are so superb that no one can match them. All his disciples are masters of poison. The Nine Poison Sect he created was on the verge of becoming the fifth dynasty."

"It's incredible that he is still alive!"

Little did they know that on the rostrum, Taiqing Yunluan had already opened his eyes wide and was extremely surprised.

The Nine Poison Sect threatened the dominance of the four dynasties and was jointly strangled.

The master of the sect, Jiudu Scholar, died at the hands of Yongye Jiuyang.

Taiqing Yunluan saw that scene with his own eyes.

He has definitely perished, so why is his soul still there?

Strange! So strange!
To be continued...