Chapter 848: The defeat of Dongguozhu in the Great War
"In the first collision between Su Ming and Dong Guozhu, Dong Guozhu won?" This scene was seen by the monks from the Eastern Region, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed. They all looked excited, as if Dong Guozhu had already won.
They are too depressed.
I simply can’t imagine that if Dong Guozhu loses again, who else in the Eastern Region can beat Su Ming or Di Yi? Di Yi and Dong Guozhu are in the middle of the pack, and even Dong Guozhu has lost, so Di Yi probably won’t win either.
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Therefore, Dong Guozhu cannot lose!
Must win!
In the Heavenly Court, the tense expressions of many saints finally relaxed a little. The geniuses of the Eastern Region were defeated one after another, and they were also quite uncomfortable. Dong Guozhu's appearance gave them hope.
"Holy Master Lingquan, the strength of Holy Son Dongguo is really an eye-opener for us. We never thought that Holy Son Dongguo would have such strong combat power. This swordsmanship is already at the level of a master. Even an old guy like me can't
I'm so envious." A saint smiled at Holy Lord Lingquan with a hint of respect, and his tone was full of admiration.
Lingquan Mountain ranks last among the four holy places in the Eastern Territory, not as far away as the Nanshan Sword Sect, and Holy Lord Lingquan himself is not at the top in terms of cultivation level and reputation. Many people think that the decline of Lingquan Mountain is inevitable, but now, they
I realized that there was a Dongguo Bamboo in Lingquan Mountain, and it was impossible to decline. Dongguo Bamboo alone could support Lingquan Mountain for at least a thousand years.
Many envious looks were cast at me, which made Holy Lord Lingquan feel elated, laughed heartily, waved his hands repeatedly, and said "Where" and "Miscellaneous praise", but his face could not stop being happy.
Feel proud!
The four great saints of the Eastern Region rarely fight against each other, so they are rated at the same level by the outside world. However, today, Li Chunfeng and the other three successively fought against Su Ming, showing off their respective combat prowess. Everyone could see that the three of them
Who is stronger?
With Dong Guozhu's sword just now, the top two in the Eastern Region cannot escape!
It seems that it is not difficult to tell which one of Li Chunfeng and Fu Shang is stronger and which one is weaker.
The one with the ugliest expression among the powerful men was Emperor Qianlong. Obviously, Fu Shang was the weakest among the three. He only managed a few moves and was suppressed by Su Ming. He had no strength to resist at all. On the other hand, Li Chunfeng was
The fight with Su Ming was fierce.
Emperor Qianlong didn't think that Fu Shang was stronger than Emperor Yi, so it was obvious that Fu Shang was the last among the four great saints in the Eastern Region.
Looking sideways at the triumphant look of Holy Master Lingquan, Emperor Qianlong became even more angry. He snorted coldly, suddenly fluffed his sleeves, turned around, and closed his eyes tightly.
"Innate Sword Heart."
The golden eyes of Wandao Emperor stared at Dongguozhu, and he suddenly uttered four words. Dongguozhu does not have an immortal body, but he has a natural sword heart. This is also a special physique. People with a natural sword heart are extremely good at practicing swordsmanship.
, is uniquely blessed by nature, can get twice the result with half the effort, and has advantages that ordinary people cannot match.
"What a good seedling!"
Even the Wandao Emperor showed admiration and sighed: "The Fengshen Realm is indeed the core of the world in the past. Even in today's declining world, many top geniuses are still born, whether it is Li Chunfeng or Dong Guozhu,
In other worlds, they are extremely rare existences, but these two people are in your Eastern Region! I wonder how the other three regions compare to your Eastern Region?"
Emperor Qinglian laughed and said: "The Eastern Region has outstanding people, a blessed land in the cave heaven, and prosperous luck. It is naturally incomparable to the other three regions!"
"Just now Dongguo Zhu said that besides him, there are two other people who can fight with Xiao Suzi. Who are those two people?" Emperor Wandao suddenly remembered something. Are there two Dongguo Zhus like him in the Eastern Region?
A genius?
"One of them is the Holy Son of Nanshan Sword Sect. As for the other one?" Emperor Qinglian pondered for a long time. In fact, a figure appeared in his mind for the first time, but he was immediately rejected by Emperor Qinglian. Even though
With Emperor Qinglian's discerning eyes, he didn't think that person could compare with Dong Guozhu. At least he was not qualified for the time being. He shook his head and Emperor Qinglian smiled bitterly and said, "Forgive my eyesight, I can't tell who the second person is."
The Emperor of the Jiang Clan interjected: "Are you really unable to see it, or you just can't believe it?"
Emperor Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then he quickly raised his hands and said, "The one who knows me is Bo Qing."
The real name of the great emperor of the Jiang clan is Jiang Boqing.
"Sometimes, miracles happen that we didn't expect." The Jiang clan emperor said something and then kept silent.
Emperor Qinglian thought deeply after hearing this, and sighed: "The second person is indeed this son!"
Emperor Wandao couldn't help but feel dizzy when he watched the two people playing riddles, and thought to himself: "No matter who these two people are, they are destined to lose!"
Dong Guozhu's right hand held the wooden sword, and his left hand was behind him. He slowly raised his right arm and stretched it forward, pointing straight at Su Ming. The tip of the sword was aimed at Su Ming's heart. The arm was extremely stable.
Even if a huge boulder is tied to his arm, it will not tremble.
Years of practicing swordsmanship have brought Dong Guozhu's physical function to an extraordinary level.
When he touched the sword, he seemed to be transformed!
"Are you happy?" Su Ming suddenly asked.
"What?" Dong Guozhu was puzzled.
Su Ming pointed at the people in Xianling Mountain below and said with a smile: "Look, those losers pin their hopes of defeating me on you alone, but you hide far away for fear of being affected. Isn't that ridiculous?"
"If you win, you will be their hero and I will give you a few compliments."
"If you lose, you will be despised and despised by thousands of people. However, they have forgotten that compared to you, they are just ants hiding in the corner. Who cares about the life and death of ants?"
Su Ming's words completely angered everyone in Xianling Mountain. Suddenly, Su Ming was flooded with spit.
Su Ming always looked at Dong Guozhu calmly.
"Your idea is very extreme!" Dong Guozhu raised his head and spoke firmly: "No matter what I do, some people will scold me, some will insult me, some will laugh at me. Why should I care about their eyes? Because there are also people who praise me and some who laugh at me.
Like me, someone supports me!"
After a pause, Dong Guozhu said in a deep voice: "What's more, I will defeat you not for others but for myself, because"
"I see you are very unhappy!"
Whoosh!
The wooden sword buzzed and trembled endlessly, as if it was about to break at any time.
The surface of the sword body is covered with a faint layer of immortal energy, which completely protects the wooden sword from breaking.
A flash of light flashed in Dongguo Zhu's eyes, and he swung his wooden sword. A wisp of sword energy was like the clouds in the west, vast and boundless, extending out and slashing at Su Ming.
"Your sword is too slow!"
After Su Ming finished speaking, his expression changed with shock, and he said in shock: "That's not right! This is not a sword energy, but..."
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
A total of seventeen sword energies!
Seventeen swords in one breath?!
hiss!
At this moment, even Su Ming couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and his eyes turned extremely solemn as he looked at Dong Guozhu. What speed was this?
How does his wooden sword support such a fast sword speed?
Whoosh!
Su Ming stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and fired arrows one after another, shattering the sword energy.
Although Dong Guozhu's sword speed was astonishing, Su Ming also had the ability to fire nine arrows at once. The two of them competed for speed. In the void, where the two were fighting, sword energy was constantly passing through, one after another.
The arrow pierced the air, and for a moment, there was an inseparable feeling.
The battle reached a stalemate.
Su Ming gradually became anxious, but he couldn't afford it!
Amaterasu's Immortal Body consumes his luck, and luck can affect a person's life. If Su Ming's luck is too low, he may choke to death if he drinks cold water, no joke!
Quick victory!
As soon as he thought of this, Su Ming adjusted his breathing and the state of his whole body.
"Oops! Su Ming's luck is burning even brighter! I'm afraid he wants to resolve the battle quickly." Jiang Shiyin's beautiful eyes were startled, and she secretly said something bad.
Dong Guozhu's swordsmanship is more about speed than strength. If he wants to defeat Su Ming, he has only one way, and that is to kill Su Ming. However, Su Ming refuses to give him a chance.
Boom!
Su Ming's pair of pitch-black eyes suddenly turned into white light. If an ordinary person looked at it, his eyes would sting and he would be blind for a moment.
Swish, swish, swish!
More than thirty sword energy swept away, but passed through Su Ming's body and did not hit him.
At that moment, Su Ming briefly hid in the space and escaped Dong Guozhu's attack. Then, Su Ming approached Dong Guozhu, stretched out his palm, and directly grabbed Dong Guozhu's wooden sword!
He's going to destroy the wooden sword!
Dong Guozhu's complexion changed, and while he retreated violently, he shouted: "I surrender!"
Whoosh!
Su Ming's body suddenly stopped, immediately dispersed the Amaterasu body, and said inexplicably: "Just watch."
What?
Dong Guozhu was confused, but he soon understood.
The moment he admitted defeat, the monks in Xianling Mountain became angry!
"Idiot! Why should you admit defeat when you can still fight? Dongguozhu, why don't you die!"
"It's so humiliating. If it were me, I would rather be beaten to death than admit defeat. It's like a disgrace to our Conferred God Realm!"
"Are you going then?"
"Uh, hum! If I were at Dong Guozhu's level, I would have gone there long ago!"
"None of the current generation of geniuses in the Eastern Territory are good enough! Each one is more useless than the last. If it were in the past, how could anyone dare to show off their power in this vast world?!"
A series of angry denunciations came overwhelmingly, pressing on Dong Guozhu, making Dong Guozhu clenched his fists and his eyes changed slightly, but in the end, a helpless bitter smile appeared on the corner of Dong Guozhu's mouth, and he shrugged with relief and said:
"What you said makes sense, but I still stick to my opinion."
Li Chunfeng came up and patted Dong Guozhu on the shoulder.
So far, three of the four Holy Sons from the Eastern Region have lost.
Only Emperor Yi is left.
"Where's Di Yi?"
"Where is he? The ancient battlefield is about to close. It stands to reason that he should come out, right?"
"Could it be that Di Yi was afraid? He was hiding?"
Everyone in Xianling Mountain is looking for Di Yi, hoping that the only remaining holy son can take on the important task of defeating Su Ming.
"Di Yi is fighting Chu Ge!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly said.
"Yes, we saw the two of them in the ancient battlefield. They fought fiercely, and Chu Ge even won!"
"What? Di Yi lost to Chu Ge? Are you kidding, how is this possible!"
"Unless Di Yi says it himself, I won't believe it!"
News about the disagreement and fight between Di Yi and Chu Ge swept through Xianling Mountain crazily, and soon, the powerful men in heaven also heard the news.