Territory Troubled Times Chapter 882 That will be your nightmare
The tenth day when the genius of the Longwu Empire was rampant in Tianfu.
There is still no information about the generation of young geniuses in the Tianfu Empire. It is as if they have simply disappeared from the world. Although they may be in seclusion for as little as a few months, as long as ten years, eight years, or even a hundred years, people still have resentment in their hearts.
At this juncture, the empire's lack of young geniuses means that the Tianfu Empire will have to endure the torture of the young geniuses of the Longwu Empire.
For people, this is not only a shame for the empire, but also a demonic obstacle that they cannot overcome in their hearts.
Imperial City.
On the martial arts field.
The voices of resentment kept coming, and another young genius from the four major families died. Although Hu Nu from Xinghen Academy had successfully entered the realm of martial arts, he still died under the sword of the tenth son.
The Snow Sword Soul is shocking.
If the power of the wind and snow cannot be broken, then the Longwu Shizi cannot be defeated.
The powerful tenth son continues to show off his power in the ring.
But just today, a piece of news came out that cheered people up.
Zhong Limei of the Imperial Holy Academy has broken through the second level of Zunwu Realm and has issued a declaration of war.
Although Zhong Limei was defeated in the competition, there is no doubt about his strength. At least he once fought against Wuchen, which is still a good story to this day.
The Tenth Son waited quietly on the ring, and Hu Nu's defeat once again angered the hearts of the crowd.
Just as the sun set, a figure suddenly appeared on the ring.
"Holy Courtyard Zhong Limei, he's here." A line of slender bodies stood on the ring.
Perhaps after waiting for a long time, the Tenth Son opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Limei: "Are you Zhong Limei, the number one person in the Holy Academy?"
In the past, Zhongli Mo would have been proud of this, but since his defeat to Wuchen, Zhongli Mo no longer considers himself the number one. He understands that there is a world outside the world and there are people outside the world.
"I'm just a student of the Holy Academy." Zhongli said indifferently.
"You are so humble. I wonder where you, a second-level martial artist, can rank in the Tianfu Empire?" The tenth son of the Longwu Empire sneered and looked at Zhong Limei. Although the realm was the same, there was something in the eyes of the tenth son.
There was no fear at all.
He has been waiting for the young genius of Tianfu Empire for a long time.
Just to wait until they appear and then crush them completely.
"Where does the second level of Zunwu Realm rank?" Hearing this, Zhong Limei sneered, but did not answer. Instead, his expression became serious: "Let's start, let me experience the strength of the Snow Swordsman of the Longwu Empire."
"Don't worry, you will see us soon, but at that time you will be just like these dead souls lying in the ring!"
Snow Swordsman, wind is his attribute, and this boy is so talented that he can use wind to change the weather, forming the most terrifying snow. The snow turns into ice and has great destructive power.
"Zhong Limei must be careful, he has an attribute sword martial soul!" the crowd said excitedly.
How could Zhong Limei not know that his opponent was a sword spirit with the wind attribute? The power of the wind changed the weather and caused the wind and snow. Thousands of people in the arena were killed by his will of swordsmanship.
But his Zhonglimei is definitely not the same as before!
The moment the opponent's wind attribute sword soul bloomed, a purple-black terrifying force appeared behind Zhong Limei.
"Burn, Tenyaksha!"
In the Yaksha of hell, people have not forgotten the power of the martial spirit that is different from Zhong Limei's elegant name. The appearance of the Yaksha martial spirit caused the sound of ghost cries to appear in the entire arena.
The tenth son's expression was stern. The opponent was at the second level of the martial arts realm and had such a powerful martial soul. He was number one in the Holy Academy and must be the leader among the young generation of the Tianfu Empire.
If we beat him now, let's see what the Tianfu Empire has to say. Thinking of this, he grinned, and when the sword came out, a hurricane force lingered on the sword.
"The seventh level of martial spirit will!"
"Humph, the power of will? The will of the seven-fold wind sword soul!" The will of the sword soul with the attribute of wind, two streams of seven-fold power, but Zhong Limei's power of will was obviously suppressed.
Although he was slightly defeated in the battle of wills, Zhong Limei had the belief that he could never lose. The Yaksha Blade flipped over and struck out with a bang.
"Well done!" The tenth son of Long Wu fought against Zhong Limei for the first time, and the battle was about to begin. The murderous intent appeared in his hand, and the sword of wind and snow started to attack, and the blade of Yaksha was swung out with fierce violence. For a moment, the knife and the sword, The war music is fierce.
"It's begun." The crowd was shocked, holding their breath and widening their eyes. The battle was blurry, but no one wanted to miss any detail.
Different sword stances symbolize completely different strength and cultivation. The wind-attributed sword soul's sword moves are absolutely decisive, and every move has left traces of swords that are familiar and unfamiliar to people in the past ten days.
On the other side of the arena, the power of Yaksha opened the page of memory, and a dark vortex condensed above his head.
After the extremely move was launched, Zhong Limei shouted: "Yaksha Turbine!"
An astonishing suction force is actually going to shatter everything, and the whirlpool is like water flowing backward. The curtains are stacked one after another, gradually becoming invisible, and the time and space that keeps going back seems to destroy everything and turn it into nothingness.
Longwu Shizi frowned. Such powerful energy actually stirred up his sword intention.
However, his strength is obviously more than that. Suddenly, the power of the sword wind surges, and the force of the violent sword wind echoes above the arena. The wild wind continues, and the ringing of the bells brings an extraordinarily frightening soul.
The intersection of the sword and the wind created a terrifying rainbow in the blink of an eye, and the ten sons of Longwu burst into the air. The crowd looked at it and screamed in surprise. They stared at the ring, and the moment they changed their bodies, traces of riots were left.
Zhong Limei looked solemn, and Yaksha turned to defense, but the cold wind struck again, Long Wu Shizi turned around and broke the wind, the wind and sword power gathered together, and reversed the attack again.
Zhong Limei accidentally fell into a crisis. Just when he was about to turn around and escape, he found that the vast arena instantly turned into a field of ice. His feet were bound. The moment he was bound, an astonishing sword slashed down from the sky!
"Oops!" The crowd was shocked, and Zhong Limei also had beads of sweat on his forehead. In panic, he lightly palmed the wind to meet the terrifying sword intention. The moment his voice was confused, the soul of Yaksha was instantly stained with blood, leaving a ferocious mark on Zhong Limei's chest. Bloody mouth.
In this confrontation, the ten sons of Longwu had the upper hand.
The situation becomes even more unfavorable for Zhongli Mo.
"Haha, this is the so-called number one in the Holy Academy. With your cultivation, you should be one of the young geniuses of the Tianfu Empire. You are weak. You are simply too weak." He sneered ruthlessly and laughed wildly. As soon as Longwu Shizi spoke, Arousing the anger of the whole crowd.
Zhong Limei was furious: "Wait until you defeat me before I laugh out loud and melt my soul!"
Yaksha's soul melted, and Zhong Limei's whole body turned black. A single Yaksha horn appeared on his head, and his figure doubled in size. He was no longer in human form. After merging his soul, he turned into a Yaksha demon.
"die!"
Transformed into a yaksha, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, and his speed was like thunder. When he met him, his violent body actually knocked Longwu Shizi away.
Longwu Shizi looked regretfully and detonated the Snow Wind Sword Soul. In an instant, the entire arena was filled with a strong wind and heavy snow.
The conflict broke out, and the flames of war were reignited. The power of the wind and snow in front of them made the entire crowd in the arena embody it. It was bloody and vivid, and countless previous battles full of sadness all ended in this blizzard and cold wind.
"Zhong Limei, be careful!" the crowd kept warning.
On the ring, Zhong Limei never gave up the fight. With a sharp look in his eyes, Ji Wuxia put all his fighting power on the end of the blade, and suddenly slashed into the ground. The unparalleled Yaksha blade galloped straight towards Long Wu. Ten sons!
"Bahuang Night Kill!" As soon as the power of the king-level martial arts came out, a huge explosion pierced the ears. The solid arena collapsed overnight, rocks fell one after another, and the sand and dust swallowed up the wind, snow and rain.
"Succeeded?" The crowd was overjoyed at first. When they saw Longwu Shizi's clothes in tatters and covered in blood, the screams of surprise annihilated everything.
Longwu Shizi's eyes were cold. He obviously did not expect that this battle would make him so embarrassed. He looked regretful at the moment, and his sword intent shot out with shock. The sword pointed at Zhong Limei, holding the cold wind and snow in his hand. Suddenly, The figure came with a roar.
"Not good!" Zhong Limei had just used his king-level martial arts, but before he could fully recover, the opponent still had enough energy to attack. Ice-cold sword intent bloomed around him. When the sword energy was flowing freely, he didn't want the tenth son's palm to turn into ice. , a lingering chill instantly hit the sword in Zai's chest, and the ice spread instantly, extinguishing the pain and adding to his body!
One palm seemed to kill Zhong Limei.
The opponent showed off his power with a palm, and the sword energy revived. At that moment, the tip of the sword entered the heart and came out from the back. The eyes of the whole audience seemed to be frozen in place!
"It's over!"
People's hearts trembled. The thing they were most worried about finally happened. Zhong Limei's eyes were distracted, and the past memories were shocked in his mind. Once upon a time, he was the youngest generation in the empire and the number one man in the Holy Academy's Heavenly Ranking. However, since his defeat, After giving it to Wuchen, the pride was buried deep in my bones.
Unexpectedly, he would die in this arena before he saw the vastness of the territory and the continent.
The picture in his mind seemed to begin to collapse, but when he finally settled on Wuchen's figure, an extremely powerful belief suddenly burst out from his body.
With a firm gaze and Yaksha's anger, Zhonglimei not only did not retreat from the sharp edge of the sword, but instead entered three points further. Yaksha's blade came out, a blow, a bone-piercing blow. During the fierce battle, Zhonglimei exchanged injuries for injuries. , sternly refusing to give in, every step he takes with slashing attacks is enough to frighten the heavens, but the enemy is so powerful.
"madman!"
"Death!" Zhong Limei's last performance was that the surging Yaksha power was about to boil out. The overwhelming power almost scared the tenth son out of his courage, but in the end Zhong Limei could not hold on until the moment when the power was released. The palm power and Yaksha's blade stopped in front of the Tenth Son.
Zhongli was stunned and motionless, while the crowd was shaken.
The Tenth Son came back to his senses from the fearful will just now, and laughed wildly with excitement. At that moment, he did feel death, but he survived, and the great joy of surviving the disaster made him crazy in the ring. laughing out loud.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"The number one person in the Holy Academy, the young genius of the Tianfu Empire seems to be nothing more than this." With a ferocious laugh, he pulled out the sword in his hand. On the blood-stained arena, Zhong Limei used his life to shine with the light of greatness.
"Haha." A cold laugh came out of his mouth with difficulty.
"You're not dead yet." The Tenth Son's eyes turned cold, still filled with memories of the thrilling battles before.
Zhong Limei looked at him: "Didn't you just ask me where I ranked in the Tianfu Empire?"
"Does it still matter now? You have already lost!" The tenth son glared.
"So what if you lose? Even someone like me, who can't enter the finals of the Empire Competition, can push you to a desperate situation. I really don't know what you have to be proud of. Haha, don't be too proud. Wait until you meet the real genius of my empire."
At that time, it will be a nightmare you won’t be able to get rid of.”