The final battle that countless people have been waiting for is finally coming.
Dang Dang Dang!
Nine earth-shaking bells rang, shaking the entire Wanjian Emperor Sect.
One disciple walked out of his residence and looked up at the sky.
Today's final battle will be held in the sky above the Wanjian Emperor Sect.
Countless formations intertwined, already outlining a golden battle platform measuring 10,000 meters high in the sky.
This battle platform is outlined by the Protecting Emperor Formation of the Wanjian Emperor Sect. It is not only indestructible, but also seals time and space in all directions.
With the strength of Jun Wushuang and Lin Mengyao, once the war begins, it will definitely shake the world.
If protective measures were not taken, the Wanjian Emperor Sect would not know how many casualties there would be.
"Brother Jun, you must win!"
On a certain sword peak, Xie Anran followed Qingyun Sword Master and walked out. She raised her head and looked at the golden battle platform in the sky. She clenched her jade hands tightly and cheered for Jun Wushuang in her heart.
Although she joined the Wanjian Emperor Sect and officially became a disciple of the Wanjian Emperor Sect.
But emotionally, she still prefers Jun Wushuang.
After all, Jun Wushuang is not only her savior, but also the one she admires.
"This battle will definitely make a name for itself in the Eastern Region!"
Qingyun Sword Master's eyes were blazing, and he was also full of expectations for this battle.
Mo Xingyun was also here, but he didn't speak.
Jun Wushuang and Lin Mengyao are both people he values and no matter who wins or loses, they are his pride.
On another sword peak, Feng Zhiling was sitting on a recliner. His injuries had not recovered.
But he wanted to watch this battle in person.
"Jun Wushuang, you defeated me twice and made me lose all face. I must avenge this revenge and make you repay it a hundred times!"
Feng Zhiling was narrow-minded and had already resented Jun Wushuang.
This defeat made him hate Jun Wushuang even more deeply.
So he kept praying in his heart, praying that Jun Wushuang would lose and let him taste the taste of failure.
And on another sword peak.
Wuliang Jianzi's injuries have fully recovered.
But he was no longer high-spirited, but became silent.
Obviously, he suffered a big blow when he lost to Jun Wushuang in the previous battle.
"Sage Xuanhuang, I will definitely defeat you and regain my lost glory!"
Although Wuliang Jianzi is not as narrow-minded as Feng Zhiling.
But his pride radiates from his bones.
This defeat hit him hard. He was eager to defeat Jun Wushuang and avenge his previous humiliation.
Therefore, he must watch this battle with his own eyes.
He wants to see more of Jun Wushuang's methods. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle!
this moment.
There are sword peaks and palaces everywhere. From the elders to the outer disciples, nearly 100,000 people raised their heads, waiting for the final battle to come.
Whoosh!
A bolt of thunder roared over and appeared first on the golden battlefield.
In the lightning, it was the Thunder Sound Sword Master.
If Emperor Tianjian does not come out, as the Great Elder, he will be responsible for all matters.
Today's battle is also presided over by him.
"Jun Wushuang!"
Leiyin Sword Master turned his eyes and called Jun Wushuang.
Jun Wushuang did not hesitate, took one step forward, turned into a black magic light, flew high into the sky, and landed on the golden battle platform.
Black clothes and black hair, with profound magical power.
Like a young demon emperor, it gives people a great sense of psychological oppression.
This kind of Jun Wushuang has swept away the ordinary and commonplace before, and the whole person looks mysterious and domineering, which is shocking.
Jun Wushuang has already appeared, now the only one left is Lin Mengyao.
Buzz!
Under the gaze of everyone, a spatial fluctuation appeared out of thin air.
Immediately, a beautiful shadow slowly walked out of it.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted.
Lin Mengyao!
For the Wanjian Emperor Sect, it is definitely a legendary name.
As soon as she joined the sect, she resonated with the Great Zang Tianlong Sword.
That day, the roar of dragons shook the sky and the sound of swords continued.
Emperor Tianjian was even more alarmed, showed up, and personally accepted her as his disciple.
Later, Lin Mengyao followed Emperor Tianjian into the emperor's virtual world to practice.
Lin Mengyao has not appeared again for half a year.
No one knows what state she is in now and what kind of strength she has.
But since Emperor Tianjian dares to initiate this fight, it shows that Lin Mengyao has grown very fast and has the strength to fight Jun Wushuang.
Under the spotlight, Lin Mengyao finally walked out.
The blue robe is peerless, like a vibrant green lotus.
Three thousand green silk shawls hang down from the shoulders, reaching to the waist.
She has a picturesque face, bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and white teeth, exquisite facial features, completely flawless, as if she is an immortal descending to earth, and she is also like a fairy in a painting.
A figure with the golden ratio, if one point is too much, it will be fat, and if one point is too little, it will be thin. It is like nature's most perfect work of art.
At first glance, it looks like a fairy on earth, so beautiful that one can't help but fall in love with it, but there is only admiration and no blasphemous intention.
Moreover, Lin Mengyao's temperament has also undergone great changes from before.
The whole person is no longer young and astringent, and becomes elegant and generous, blooming like a green lotus, showing off one's youth and vitality wantonly.
A faint sword intent emanated from her body, not sharp, but everywhere, making people's hair stand on end, not daring to show any disrespect.
At this time, Lin Mengyao was dressed in green clothes and landed on the golden battlefield.
It feels like a peerless female swordswoman, beautiful and powerful.
Such Lin Mengyao even surpassed Dayan Saint and Xiao Chenyu.
The so-called top ten beauties in the Eastern Region seemed to be inferior in front of her.
"Is this... is this still Lin Mengyao? Why does she feel like a different person?"
"Yes, this is so beautiful. It's like a goddess descending and hitting my heart. If I could just say a word to her, it would be worth ten years of my life!"
"I suddenly feel that the top ten beauties in the Eastern Region don't seem so beautiful anymore. Goddess like Junior Sister Mengyao are the most beautiful incarnations!"
As soon as Lin Mengyao came out, everyone was mesmerized.
The male disciples admire him and the female disciples feel ashamed.
How could there be such a perfect goddess in the world?
"Meng Yao, long time no see!"
Jun Wushuang smiled slightly, with gentle eyes.
Although Lin Mengyao has become more beautiful and outstanding, in Jun Wushuang's eyes, she is still the little maid who has always been by his side.
Moreover, at this time, Lin Mengyao already had some shadow of Empress Qinglian, which made Jun Wushuang miss her even more.
"Master, I'm sorry, I don't want to fight you, but Master insists on forcing me."
Lin Mengyao saw Jun Wushuang, her pretty face was full of surprise, and she quickly apologized.
But Jun Wushuang shook his head.
"Mengyao, there's no need to say you're sorry. Just go ahead and do your best. Let me test how much progress you have made in the past six months."
"No mercy, otherwise I will be angry!"
Jun Wushuang was full of expectations. He wanted to see how much Lin Mengyao had improved.