Emperor of Nine Suns

Yao Jinghai has loomed stars around her body. It is obvious that she has successfully communicated with the Crape Myrtle Emperor in the stars. The star power blessing body in the stars is the sign of the Purple Emperor Beichen Art cultivation to the Great Perfection. It looks. Achievement in the future, the future is limitless, even if it is to create a dynasty, it is with no difficulty!

After giving the ceremony, Yao Jinghai stood on the ring with a leisurely expression. In today's competition, there is no pressure for him.

He who has dug out the virtual spring, it seems that there is simply no need to treat Chu Chen as an opponent. For the kind of small things that can be slapped to death, most people think that he is fundamental No preparation is required.

But Yao Jinghai is ready to kill Chu Chen.

Yao Jinghai stood here, but Chu Chen over there still did not appear. This scene made everyone stunned. Many people want to see Chu Chen, who has recently risen to fame, has several points of chance of winning against Yao Jinghai, and whether he can create a miracle. As a result, after waiting two 5 minutes of time, he has not seen anyone.

"What's the matter? Where is Chu Chen?"

Sports Elder frowned, gave a soft drink, but couldn't hear the answer. Immediately caused an uproar among the disciples watching in the audience!

"Where's that little medicine saint? How come the time of the fight has started, but the silhouette has disappeared?"

"Isn't it terrified? Let's run away without fighting! Also, he just trifling the realm of Spirit Water 5 Heavenly Layer, how can it be compared with the Senior Brother Yao of the Xuquan realm, that is undoubtedly courting death!"

"Hey, look at that kid's temperament, I didn't expect to be such an unkind soft guy, and he fled away timidly before fighting!"

"This is also a wise choice. At this point, it is impossible to happen. Miraculously, he can save a little life by fleeing without a fight."

For a while, the discipline watching in the audience began to discuss spiritedly. The result came out, although it was unexpected, but it was reasonable. After all, after seeing Yao Jinghai's style, no one thinks that Chu Chen will have any chance of winning.

Competitive Elder frowned deeply, just about to speak, suddenly, a slightly childish voice came, and his silhouette was shocked, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"hehe, sorry, sorry, accidentally overslept, I've let you wait for a long time, it's really blushed with shame."

Look intently, in Yao Opposite Jinghai, I don't know when there was an extra person, a young man with a calm face. Isn't it Chu Chen or who?

In the place where everyone did not notice, under the ring, Tong Meng, Qingyue, Chixia Senior Sister and others who had good friends with Chu Chen suddenly subconsciously clenched their palms.

"How did he get up? Damn, why didn't I see it!!"

The sudden appearance of Chu Chen like a ghost-like shocked everyone watching the game. , Suddenly there was a surprise exclaimed by the disciple.

"I didn't see it, what's the matter? Did he hide it beforehand?"

"Hide a fart! That's because he is too fast, with mine With my eyesight, I only saw a faint gray shadow rushing to the ring. His speed is terrifying. It seems that this mysterious little medicine saint should not be underestimated..."

A cultivation base The Gao Jue Inner Disciple sighed slightly and narrowed his eyes, looking at him as if he had seen Chu Chen for the first time.

Yao Jinghai's face showed a rare grave expression.

The lion fights the rabbit, also go all out!

The 5th layer of Lingshui should be impossible to withstand a single blow, but at least Chu Chen will be at ease if he becomes a dead person.

"Since you have come up, then you can start."

Competing Elder nodded, silhouetted, then returned to the throne in the sky, turned and sat down.

"Very well, you did not escape without a fight."

Yao Jinghai looked at Chu Chen coldly, only to kill the boy in front of him, he was in Biquan Immortal Sect. There will be a real future, this boy has become his biggest obstacle from the waste of the year.

"This battle, from the very beginning, I am not prepared to escape. It has been three years, and it is time for us to clear the general ledger." Chu Chen said calmly, without any fear in his eyes.

Yao Jinghai eyes slightly narrowed, his cultivation Zihuang Xingchen Art, the warmth of Sovereign aura itself has a certain ability to suppress any opponent, so that when they face themselves, they have not yet Shot, it was 30% weaker in the imposing manner.

It's like facing a noble emperor. It's a kind of instinctive awe for Sovereign.

But his Sovereign aura broke out and swept across the ring like a storm, while the young man at the center of the storm remained motionless, as if he could not even feel the flow of air, standing proudly in the original Ground.

Although no one believes that Chu Chen can compete against Yao Jinghai, his calmness at this time makes everyone admire and regret.

Yao Jinghai’s fingers suddenly flashed rays of light, and he took out two azure long swords. He lifted one of them slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword turned into a azure light. , A deep thorn in the land beside.

"Here is your Life Source sword. We have a bet first, this fight. If you win, your Life Source sword will be returned to you, even my Life Source sword. The sword will be given to you too! If you lose..." At this point, Yao Jinghai stopped suddenly.

"It's First Senior Brother, you should think about it carefully. If you lose, what should you do?"

Chu Chen’s giving tit for tat, let everyone sucked in a cold breath, a 5th layer of spiritual water, dare to provoke the virtual spring.

Zongmen’s Life Source sword, if said formidable power, is not big, but betting on it means betting on life and the pride and glory of martial artist.

Chu Chen stood quietly in place, but Yao Jinghai flicked a rays of light in his eyes, flicked the fingers, a purple light rose up into the sky, coiled and danced, as if there was an autonomous life, it fell into Yao Jinghai’s palm Among.

"The name of the sword is the purple emperor dragon roar, which was cast from Wanzai Amethyst in the bitter cold of the far north. It is the Divine Sword from my family. It is a Spiritual Artifact-level weapon. Destroyed in the war, I have been refining it now, and I have restored some of the original sharpness. Today, I use this sword to take your life, and it is not considered to have insulted the name of your little medicine saint."

Yao Jinghai slightly smiled, with a flick of her finger on the purple long sword, a clear dragon roar rushes straight up, but seeing the purple sword light swaying slightly, there seems to be a noble Divine Dragon lurking In the sword shadow, it is dazzling.

"Spiritual Artifact Divine Sword!"

When the purple sword energy soared into the sky, under the ring, the disciples watching the battle instantly boiled. Spiritual Artifact-level weapons, for most people, only exist in legends. They are weapons that only Big Sect Sect Master and Vice Sect Leader level characters can have!

Even, among some small sects, even a Sect Master may not have such a weapon. This Yao Jinghai is really shocking.