Chapter 2821 Won? Lost!

"I have no objection, everything depends on the ruling of the lord!"

"The will of Lord Sovereign is our attitude!"

The elders on the seat of Xuan Yin Sect all spoke in unison, supporting Xuan Mingzi.

The atmosphere on the core spectator stand dropped to freezing point, and everyone's complexion was extremely ugly, and their eyes were extremely cold.

The empire Lord Yuetianhe took a deep breath, and a faint cold light flashed in his eyes.

Although he was the lord of the empire, he still couldn't directly intervene in the internal affairs of Xuanyin Sect after all.

"Fine! Now that this matter has happened, you can only face it in the right way, but the master of your own country also reminds Sect Master Xuan that your Xuanyin Sect has such a method, and you must not take it for evil, otherwise...don't say the whole Tianfeng The imperial martial arts world does not agree, and the master of the country will not sit back and watch!

Yue Tianhe's complexion was deep, and a certain threat was faintly revealed in his words.

"Hehe, the country's lord is serious! Every item of my Profound Yin Sect inheritance is amazing. You don't have to just stare at a Nine Nether Demon Thunder to make an article!"

Xuan Mingzi seemed to not eat soft or hard, as if he did his own way and did not buy it.

Seeing that persuasion is useless, everyone no longer does useless work.

Above the ring, with the appearance of the Nine Nether Demon Thunder, the face of the next year is already hard to see the extreme.

Zijin Leijiang was already a method he was proud of, but he didn't expect that Xuan Yichen could not do anything about it.

In fact, at this point, he has almost tried his best.

If it is a life-and-death contest, he may still have cards to use, but in the arena, he really doesn't have any more to rely on.

"Victory or defeat is in one move, the next year I am, I will never lose!"

The next year there was a loud shout, the golden light of the whole body skyrocketed, and a majestic martial arts will instantly enveloped the audience!

"Hi!" The Lord Yue Tianhe's face changed slightly, and his brows wrinkled tightly.

Others may not understand, but he knows it well.

In the next year, this will not hesitate to burn the blood, but also to maintain the dignity of the royal genius, and at the same time, it will do everything possible to suppress the rampant arrogance of the Profound Yin Sect.

Rumble!

A violent loud noise rose to the sky, and the purple golden light was exploded in the thousands of feet of sky, and an extremely long purple golden light beam burst down and merged into Yue Nian's body.

"Good means! Just in front of me, you still have no chance of winning!"

Xuan Yichen shook his head and sneered. With a wave of his right hand, Xuan Ming's sickle carried the Nine Nether Demon Thunder and slashed down wildly.

Boom!

The void seemed to be split by a sickle, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed crazily toward both sides. Everyone saw a flash of black light, and the sickle of Xuanming had reached the top of the head of Yue Nian.

hiss! hiss!

"Oh my God!"

"Eleventh prince be careful!"

At this moment, even the royal generals who presided over the competition couldn't help but blurt out in exclamation, his face changed drastically.

If it is a life-and-death contest, such a blow is enough to kill the opponent.

Even if it is a competition in a ring, the consequences of being hit by such means are unimaginable!

"Sword of Emperor Qi!"

boom!

In the next year, the golden light in his eyes skyrocketed, and with his right hand held in the void, a hundred-foot-long purple golden sword appeared out of thin air!

The whole body is radiant, exuding a powerful and terrifying coercion!

"It turned out to be the sword of imperial energy!"

"It is rumored that this sword is made of the blood of the emperor and the will of martial arts. It is invincible and invincible!"

"Unexpectedly, at a young age, the eleventh prince would have realized the sword of imperial energy. This is indeed the luck of the empire!"

"Congratulations to the lord, congratulations to the lord!"

"Tianfeng Empire Orthodoxy, there are some successors!"

The expressions of many super powerhouses moved greatly, and they gave out exclaiming shouts.

Yue Tianhe's eyes were full of arrogance, and he admired this Eleven Emperor.

At a young age, he realized the true meaning of imperial qi and successfully gave birth to the sword of imperial qi. In the next year, he will be the best choice for the next generation of country lord!

boom!

The sword of imperial qi was wrapped in the purple gold brilliance that shook the sky and the earth, and slashed towards the sickle of Xuanming with an infinitely terrifying aura!

The sword power had not yet fallen, and a mighty pressure had already surged out, dispelling most of the black energy lingering on the surface of Xuanming's sickle.

Wow!

"The sword of imperial energy is too powerful!"

"In front of it, Xuanming's sickle is nothing at all!"

"There are two forces, one is right and the other is evil. The so-called evil cannot overcome the right, and the eleven princes will win!"

"Sure victory!"

Numerous shouts were raised in the square, and they merged into a shocking wave.

Although everyone was full of awe and jealousy towards Xuan Yichen, the representative of the empire's orthodoxy was the next year after all.

At this moment, everyone almost supported the next year, cheering and shouting for this royal genius.

"If there is no Nine Nether Demon Thunder, I might really lose to you, but a pity... In front of the Nine Nether Demon Thunder, even if you have the sword of Emperor Qi, it is completely useless!"

Xuan Yichen smiled coldly, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Rumble!

The next moment, the sickle of Xuanming and the sword of Emperor Qi collided, bursting out an unprecedented wave of spiritual power!

Powerful fluctuations swept across the square, purple golden brilliance and black spiritual power surging crazily, as if the night and the dawn were fighting crazily!

Boom boom... boom!

The sickle of Xuanming could not withstand the impact of the sword of imperial qi, and it collapsed first!

Wow!

"Win! The Eleventh Prince has won!"

"My God! The sword of imperial energy is terrible!"

"This is the super genius cultivated by the imperial royal family!"

"The Eleventh Prince is mighty!"

"Eleven princes! Eleven princes!"

Seeing this amazing scene, everyone couldn't wait to shout wildly, the name of the eleventh prince resounded through the audience!

However, at this moment, whether it is Yue next year himself, or the country lord Yue Tianhe in the core viewing stand, and many super powers, their faces are extremely solemn.

They know very well that the contest between the two is not over!

"Nine Nether Demon Thunder, get up!"

At the stall where Xuanming's sickle collapsed, Xuan Yichen waved his hand and let out a loud howl!

Rumble!

The demon thunder attached to the sickle body burst out of the air, and the sword of imperial energy only persisted for an instant before it burst into pieces!

The Nine Nether Demon Thunder hadn't been cast completely, suddenly exploded and turned into a hand of Demon Thunder and slammed it towards Yue Nian Nian, ignoring any spiritual obstacles in the dense void, and slapped Yue Nian Nian's body with a palm.

"what!"

The next year, he screamed, vomiting blood and flying out.

In front of Jiuyou Demon Thunder, he felt a sense of panic from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't even mention the idea of resisting it.

After landing, his eyes are still full of panic and fear!

"Damn...puff!"

The next year he gritted his teeth and cursed, but couldn't help but spit out another bruise, his face was ugly.

"This"

"Oh my God!"

hiss! hiss!

The atmosphere of the audience was stiff, everyone was stunned, shocked by the final result.

The eleventh prince who had the upper hand just now, how could he be blasted out of the ring in the next year?

Rumble!

Xuan Yichen waved his hand, and the big hand transformed by Jiuyou Demon Thunder rolled and disappeared without a trace.

His face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were even more frantic and domineering!