There are thousands of hills on Qianqiu Lake, and on the top of the thousands of hills stand thousands of kings.
The geniuses who are qualified to receive invitations are all geniuses among geniuses, and they are all geniuses who have the qualifications to be kings in a certain area.
At this moment, most of them have arrived.
On some hills, there are raging fires, and the heat is astonishing, as if it is going to burn everything.
On some hills, there is lightning shining, full of amazing aura, as if it can destroy everything.
On some hills, there is glistening water, sparkling waves, one after another, endless.
On some hills, there are thick trees, like mountains, lush and full of life.
On some hills, there was a howling wind, surrounded and blown by gusts of wind, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent.
Everyone who has the potential to become king in an area has a superior understanding of the great road.
Among all the great visions, there are only two that are most dazzling.
The first is the sword light rising into the sky, covering all directions, surrounded by countless sword energies, like the storm of the sword, the thunder of the sword, fluctuating endlessly, seeming to tear apart everything around it, penetrating the void of heaven and earth, and in the center, there is a face.
An ordinary young man with eyebrows like swords and extremely sharp eyes.
He carried a long sword on his back, standing erect with his back straight, like a divine sword inserted on the top of the hill, pointing directly at the sky. The astonishing sharpness seemed to pierce the sky.
Little Sword King Yu Mosheng.
The other one, the hill where it stands is filled with a strange and astonishing invisible force, as if it is constantly collapsing, as if it is constantly expanding. Collapse and expansion are opposites, but there is no conflict, just constant fluctuations.
It made the figure on the hill seem distorted and difficult to distinguish.
This person is also the initiator and organizer of this Thousand Kings Meeting, Little Heavenly King Xiao Dinglong.
Suddenly, an astonishing ray of light shone out, filled with a cold and domineering edge, streaking across the sky, flying across the void from a distance.
As soon as the light appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. From a distance, it looked like a giant knife coming through the air. It had an unparalleled aura and had an astonishing power that could cut the sky and split the earth.
"That's..."
"Knife King!"
"The Little Knife King is here too."
"He will definitely come. After all, he is also a strong young man who dominates the world."
The little sword king raised his eyelids, and in an instant, his eyes shot out with an astonishing and direct sword light, tearing through the sky, and struck straight away.
Faintly, the harsh sound of swords clashing sounded in the void, as if ripples were surging and impacting in all directions.
In just an instant, the Little Sword King and the Little Knife King completed a breath exchange.
"Yu Mosheng, if you want to fight, we will have a good fight later." The long laughter rang out from the sword light, resounding throughout the world, and fluctuating endlessly, as if countless long swords were vibrating and filling the air.
The aura is extremely cold and overbearing.
"Humph." Yu Mosheng snorted coldly, and the sparkle in his eyes was slightly restrained. It was not fear, but waiting, waiting for the meeting of thousands of kings to begin before they could compete with each other with swords.
Little Sword King and Little Knife King are both the most outstanding true successors from the four major sects.
There were bursts of music and melodious flutes. The sharp aura created by the Little Sword King and Little Knife King was instantly dissolved into nothingness, attracting everyone's attention and slowly immersing themselves in the beautiful vocal music.
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Accompanying the bursts of beautiful vocals are blossoming petals, which turn into a rain of flowers, red, pink, rose red, bright yellow, light blue and other colorful flowers. They are extremely gorgeous and make everyone happy for a while.
It feels like falling into a sea of flowers, and you can clearly smell the fragrance of flowers.
The aroma is delicious!
The aroma is amazing!
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be intoxicated.
As countless petals rotated, they seemed to be blown forward by the wind, and finally landed on a hill. The colorful flowers swept across the sky, revealing a graceful figure.
She was dressed in a gorgeous colorful floral robe, and waves of fragrant wind filled the air, seeming to be very strong and yet vaguely present.
She wears a colorful flower veil on her face, and her long hair is decorated with seven petals of different colors. She doesn't look tacky at all, but has an indescribable fairy spirit.
Colorful Flower Fairy!
In the White Realm, in addition to the Xinyi Heavenly Palace, the three major dynasties, four major sects and the five major ancient clans are the strongest forces. The level of power between them is also in the middle and it is difficult to distinguish between them.
For example, Little Sword King and Little Knife King come from one of the four major sects respectively, and Caihua Fairy also comes from one of the four major sects.
There is also Xiaoyanzun Yanchen, but he comes from the Yan clan, one of the five ancient clans.
It can be said that these twelve top forces in the White Realm have at least one genius as their representative, who is very powerful and has an astonishing reputation.
However, the organizer of the Thousand Kings Meeting this time, Little Heavenly King, was not from the twelve major forces, but from a lower-level force.
Among some small forces that are not as good as the twelve major forces, there may also be some top geniuses who will not be inferior to the top geniuses of the twelve major forces, and may even surpass them.
Of course, this probability is relatively small.
"It seems like everyone is here."
"It should be."
When the voice fell, another sword light flew from a distance.
At first glance, the sword light seemed very subtle and ordinary, but at a second glance, it seemed to be majestic and mighty, filling the world. At the third glance, it seemed to be fluttering and unfocused.
The feeling it gives people is very strange and difficult to describe.
Feeling the sharpness of the sword, some sword-wielding geniuses on Qianqiu Lake stared away, especially the little sword king. His eyes shrank slightly, staring at the strange and mysterious sword light, instinctively feeling like a powerful enemy.
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After landing, the sword light converged, and a long figure stood on the hill.
"Who is that?"
"I haven't seen it before."
"I recognize him. He is the Little Sword Emperor Chen Zong, the true disciple of Xinyi Tiangong." Someone recognized Chen Zong. After all, after ten years, some people have seen Chen Zong.
"Is he the Little Sword Emperor?"
"I can't tell how powerful it is."
"With your ability, how can you possibly see it?"
"You can't tell whether you're powerful or not."
There were countless discussions.
One is the title of Little Sword Emperor, and the other is the identity of the true successor of Xinyi Tiangong.
Suddenly, the eyes of Little Sword King Yu Mosheng condensed, containing a sharp light that was as sharp as the light of a sword, penetrating the void and staring at Chen Zong, as if he wanted to pierce Chen Zong.
Chen Zong could feel the astonishing edge in the eyes of the little sword king. He stared away and looked at each other. For a moment, Chen Zong could feel that this was a powerful enemy, a powerful enemy in the way of swordsmanship.
A trace of fighting spirit rose from Chen Zong's heart.
As if feeling the fighting spirit conveyed in Chen Zong's eyes, the sword behind the Little Sword King also trembled slightly, as if about to be unsheathed, and an even more astonishing sharpness filled the air.
Finally, a thousand top geniuses who had received invitations and were qualified to become kings among the younger generation gathered here.
Qianqiu Lake!
For thousands of generations, the reputation is passed down.
"I am honored that you can come to Qianqiu Lake." As the initiator of this Thousand Kings Meeting, Xiao Dinglong, the Little Heavenly King, was located on the hill in the center of Qianqiu Lake. He spoke with a powerful voice that seemed to contain an inexplicable power.
They overlapped one after another in the void, spreading out like sound waves and reaching everyone's ears.
Even the people on the high-rise buildings by the lake heard it. The sound was very clear and penetrated directly into their ears.
Regardless of whether they think their strength is better than that of Little Heavenly King or those who think that their background is higher than that of Little Heavenly King, everyone quiets down and remains silent at this moment.
Because this is an unwritten rule of the Tianjiao Association or the Thousand Kings Association, which is to maintain a certain degree of respect for the initiators of the Thousand Kings Association. If there is no respect, then the Thousand Kings Association will become chaotic and cannot continue.
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The meeting of thousands of kings is the meeting and collision of genius and genius. It is more direct and convenient than searching for it deliberately. Such a good opportunity must not be missed.
The Little Heavenly King didn't talk much, he just said a few words as an opening statement, and then let everyone do as they pleased.
The Thousand Kings Club has been held for many times, but strictly speaking it is not a particularly formal event. The initiator is just the initiator. He is not qualified to ask others what they should and should not do. Its role is just as a leading organization.
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Of course, as the initiator, it is said that you can get the blessing of invisible luck, otherwise, you will not be so active.
The Thousand Kings Meeting is a collision of geniuses. Of course it is not really as simple as drinking tea and chatting. Those are just a relatively mild way of saying it.
The real Thousand Kings Association is fighting.
The collision between genius and genius!
A spark of strength and power!
A surge of strength and power!
"Lin Mo, last time there was no difference between you and me, but this time, I will definitely defeat you." Immediately, someone issued a challenge and named him.
"Who is afraid of whom?" Lin Mo snorted coldly and accepted the challenge without fear.
The two men immediately flew away from their respective hills, turned into streams of light, and quickly approached, took action, and fought.
The roar suddenly sounded continuously.
Both of them fought with bare hands, and their cultivation levels were at the fourth level of the Yu Dao Realm. However, their strength was more tyrannical than the average fourth level Yu Dao Realm. When they struck, they were powerful and powerful, which was very astonishing.
Martial arts, Taoist power, and amazing power.
Eyes were fixed on them one after another, watching the battle between the two.
"Wonderful."
"He is indeed a genius who is expected to become king among the younger generation."
"It will be great when I can have such strength."
On the high-rise buildings by Qianqiu Lake, many people's eyes were shining with admiration and envy.
But such a fierce battle is nothing in the eyes of a few geniuses with higher cultivation and stronger strength. It is just commonplace. For example, Chen Zong is absolutely sure that he can directly defeat or even kill this person with just one sword.
Two people.
The rules of the Thousand Kings Association are that if someone is fighting, others are not allowed to take action or intervene. They can only wait until the battle is over before starting the next one.
In this battle, Lin Mo finally won another move.
"Damn it, I will definitely defeat you next time." The man left angrily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and returned to the hill where he was.