Chapter 457 At This Moment

Lu Feng's madness was vividly displayed in front of the world when he first took the stage. Even if there was no result, many people in the audience had already begun to look around, wanting to know the origin of Lu Feng and what made him so crazy.

Tuoba Xiu folded his arms, as if he was proud, and his face looked a bit unruly. Someone soon noticed him like this, so someone asked him a question.

"Dare to ask, brother, do you know this Lu Feng?"

"That's natural. Is it possible that you haven't even heard of the Dragon Army of Xijing City? This person is the leader of the Dragon Army!"

Tuoba Xiu couldn't help but feel a bit of emotion on his face.

"Dragon Army? But the Dragon Army of the Poshan Division of the Eight Hundred Dragon Army?" Someone asked anxiously, seeming to remember this paragraph.

In the past few years, there was an army formed by the people themselves, known as the Dragon Army, which once fought outside the Hanshui Pass and defeated the barbarian tribes.

He once made a big name outside the Western Frontier.

Tuoba Xiu corrected his posture and straightened his waist. The thick-backed sword in his hand seemed to feel the master's pride and made a slight sound.

"Exactly, I am not talented, but I am lucky to be a member of this dragon army. Lu Feng, I am sworn as my third brother!"

"Oh~"

"Really? It's like this. You have become sworn brothers. I think you are also a genius?"

"I never thought that one day I would be so close to Tianjiao."

Tuoba Xiu gradually became a little ecstatic as he listened to the compliments, but he stared at the ring tightly from the corner of his eye.

He didn't forget that he came here specifically to see his two virtuous brothers.

As if remembering something, the person said again.

"I have three brothers who are sworn brothers. Lu Feng is the third brother. There is also a second brother who will fight Xuanqing Dao Huangchen on the third day. Please remember to come and watch."

As he spoke, he stood up straighter and became more imposing.

"This Tianyuan Terrace must be the place where the three of us will become famous."

It turns out that this is how terrifying this kid is.

One genius is not scary, but what is even more terrifying is that three geniuses are sworn brothers. Such a combination...

Then someone realized, that's not right, two younger brothers are on stage, what about the sworn brother?

"Who dares to ask my brother what his last name is? You can teach us how to know."

Tuoba Xiu showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Can he say that he didn't make it to the main draw?

Just as he was thinking hard about what to say, Wu Guang had already finished taking the stage, and a subtle change suddenly reverberated between heaven and earth.

When Wu Guang took the stage, it was like a sword being unsheathed. The person remained unchanged, but the world suddenly changed, and an indescribable force gradually spread and affected everything.

Buzz~

Buzz~

Buzz buzz~

First, the outermost audience with the lowest cultivation level, the swords in everyone's hands trembled continuously, and then this atmosphere gradually spread inward.

The sword was shaking, and the scabbard could not restrain the sword.

All the swords, as if they had seen the Supreme Ten Thousand Swords, rushed to express their respect.

Starting from the outermost periphery, the scene like waves of wheat was heard by almost everyone.

Zuo Daoqi was drinking tea. Xu Ning was really drunk. Even if he used magic to get rid of his drunkenness, his mind was still a little unclear.

But at the moment when the Three-Coin Sword wavered, all the drunkenness suddenly faded away.

He stood up instantly, and Su Yuchan had a hint of panic on her face.

"Son..."

Changyi didn't know why, so he looked at Zuo Daoqi, his eyes seeming to ask, 'What happened. ’

"Natural sword body!"

He had been to the southeast a few days ago and met Li Yinglian, the senior sister of Wanjian Sect, and later met Zhenjun Wanjian through her. This Yang God's understanding of swords exceeded Zuo Daoqi's imagination.

Zuo Daoqi discussed Taoism with his people, or asked for advice. He once asked.

‘I dare to ask the True Lord, some people say that the Heavenly Emperor is the Supreme Dharma Lineage, and his fighting talent surpasses every existence that has ever appeared in the world, including the three gods. I wonder what the True Lord thinks? ’

Although Zhenjun Wanjian is full of swear words, when it comes to professional things, he is not like that. Instead, he seems to be a famous teacher who is good at teaching.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Lineage? Of course it is very strong, but the theory of the Dharma Lineage is a bit vague. Although it can be sensed, it cannot be accurately judged. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, few people will judge the Dharma Lineage. The Dharma Lineage is also There is no set of high and low standards that can be convincingly set.”

"But if you want to say that the Heavenly Emperor's lineage is unmatched, I don't recognize it."

Zhenjun Wanjian puffed his beard and stared, disagreeing very much with Zuo Daoqi's statement that the Heavenly Emperor's lineage was invincible.

"The Heavenly Emperor's dharma lineage is very strong, and I do agree with his Taoist practice and judgment in battle, but when it comes to a real life-and-death battle, our swordsmanship is not bad!"

"Original Demon, you know, right?"

"Such a powerful demon, a being that transcends the supreme immortal, has been an enemy of the three deities for thousands of years. Do you know why he didn't exist?"

"Three Dao Masters are born with sword bodies, and one Immortal-killing Sword Ten Thousand Demons Piyi. They kill each other in the lair of the original demons outside the sky. I am looking forward to that kind of appearance! I wish I could have been born a hundred thousand years earlier!"

True Lord Wan Jian turned his eyes faintly, as if he was envious, nostalgic, or maybe a little bit hateful?

I wish I could have been born a hundred thousand years earlier...

What a high evaluation, you know, this is the evaluation, or in other words, the yearning for the Great True Lord of Yangshen who is almost at the top of the world today.

Of course Zuo Daoqi asked about the sword of the Eighth Prince, but Zhenjun Wanjian smiled bitterly and then became silent.

What's the meaning?

He looked at True Lord Wanjian carefully and saw awe in his eyes.

If when he mentioned the Three Dao Lords, he still had a respect that wanted to get close to him, then when he mentioned the Eighth Prince, he only had awe and awe that he didn't dare to approach.

He didn't know if the Eighth Prince had a so-called sword body, but he only knew that the Eighth Prince's sword might not be as good as the sword body.

The memories in Zuo Daoqi's mind slowly unfolded, and he set his sights on Wu Guang.

It will take a long time to see the Eighth Prince's sword, but the body of the sword is right in front of you.

The Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Lineage and the sword body that Zhenjun Wanjian said could rival the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Lineage seemed to be about to collide.

He stretched out his hand slightly and pressed it on the three-coin sword. The sound of the sword stopped immediately.

A little flame slowly bloomed in Zuo Daoqi's eyes, and he was looking forward to it...

So he couldn't help but feel lucky that Xiong Xi and Xu Ning didn't encounter such an opponent.

What a blessing in life to have such an opponent!

Wu Guang on the ring was about to respond to Lu Feng's arrogance when he suddenly noticed a sharp look.

Such a look was particularly conspicuous after he revealed his natural sword body, and everyone in the audience looked at him with admiration and awe.

He suddenly looked back and saw the smiling young man on the high platform.

It's left Dodge.

Wu Guang frowned slightly, then thought of something, his brows relaxed, and he felt interesting.

This scene completely angered Lu Feng!

"What are you laughing at? Fighting with me, what are you laughing at?"

Wu Guang suddenly looked back, and the smile on his face completely disappeared, leaving only a kind of coldness and indifference. This is a kind of indifference to life, the way of heaven is impermanent, and the sky is ruthless.

His sword represents heaven!

Jiu Yanhou, who was empty in the ring, felt the powerful sword intent. Even he couldn't help but be moved by such a level of sword intent.

Do these people... really need to stay in the Climbing Tower Realm for so long?

He couldn't understand.

So he shouted loudly.

"The auspicious time has come, let's bow to both sides!"

Lu Feng's arrogance and Wu Guang's arrogance completely threw away the so-called etiquette at this moment.

Wu Guang slowly raised his hand, and an invisible, weird-looking sword slowly materialized in his hand, and then gradually became a gaze.

The sword has no scabbard, just like the man.

Wu Guang's silent eyes glanced at the eyes of ghosts and gods behind Lu Feng, and he said softly, "One sword!"

Lu Feng's expression suddenly changed, a sword?

Does it mean defeating yourself with one sword?

The person in front of me is crazier than myself and crazier than Zuo Daoqi.

The Fangtian painted halberd in his hand slowly made a circle in the air, an invisible roar suddenly appeared, and the scarlet light on the eyes of the ghosts and gods behind him became more and more obvious.

"Then... let's see why you are so crazy!"

…

On the high platform, after Wu Guang came on stage and caused Wan Jian to surrender, the emperor's face turned completely gloomy.

The Wu family in Shangjun is the most stubborn force in the southeast. If you want to use a metaphor, it can probably be represented by a stubborn stone.

Thousands of years ago, Shangjun only knew the Wu family. Tens of thousands of years later, Shangjun is still the same, and it is the same as before.

The imperial court was actually both angry and thankful for such a force, because he did not cause trouble and was ignorant.

Today's Emperor Zhengming hates the Wu family more than any other aristocratic family in the southeast.

At least on the surface, even behemoths like Wanjian Sect actually recognized the emperor's Jin Ling, but the Wu family in Shangjun regarded Jin Ling as nothing.

"This man is very crazy."

Ji Lingjun commented.

King Yangchun chuckled, "I'm just a junior, your Majesty, don't worry."

An old man with a face like a good old man said softly, "When I came here, some people said that this Tianyuan event is a gathering of geniuses. How can you call a genius a genius if you are not crazy?"

This person is from the Xue family.

As for why he spoke at this moment, the Xue family was one of the few families in the southeast who outwardly respected the imperial court, but the imperial court went too far.

The Eighth Prince first beheaded the three ancestors of the Xue family, and then sent Guiren Xue to the Jiaofang Division. If this matter could not be done, the Xue family could not sleep with regret!

"Besides, when it comes to arrogance, how does Wu Guang's arrogance compare with Zuo Jueye's arrogance? The so-called sword sound is just his magical power. Is it possible that this is a grand gathering of geniuses that does not allow magical powers?"

King Yangchun frowned slightly, "Master Xue said so."

Ji Lingjun grabbed the chair with his fingers, and the faucet on the chair slowly deformed. An ashen color appeared on his fingers. He suppressed his anger and whispered.

"There is a way to be crazy. This boy is too arrogant. Be careful and it will break easily if you just cross it."

Time passed slowly, and the emperor's words caused a brief silence on the stage.

"This is the genius of my Wu family. Your Majesty does not need to be so concerned."

Finally, an old man spoke softly. He was a man with a simple stature, dressed in fine clothes, and seemed to have an extraordinary status. His black hair was meticulously combed, and he looked like a very serious person.

Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes when he saw this person.

There are real people in the world, the Gun King Xu Yuan is obviously afraid of him, and this old man is one of them.

Wu Family’s God of Killing-Wu Sidao.

A name that few people know in the mainland of Dajin, but on the southeast coast and even on the deep sea, it is a name that almost makes children cry.

Ji Lingjun suppressed the anger in his heart, "Is it the king's land in the whole world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land? Since I am a subject of the Jin Dynasty, why can't I care?"

Wu Sideo was not afraid of the emperor's wrath. According to legend, the emperor was so angry that he laid down millions of corpses. In the Jin dynasty, or in the dynasties after the Feng Dynasty, the impact of this saying on aristocratic families was not that great.

So he said softly.

"The land of the world is the world of the world, not the world of the Jin Dynasty. Now that the Jin Dynasty wants to rule the world, will the people of the world recognize it?"

If I respect you and call you the emperor, if I don't respect you and call you the Ji family of Kyoto, you are no different from me. What can you do?

Wu Sidao said it euphemistically, but the meaning behind his words was clear.

At the entrance to the VIP stand on the east side, an old man wearing a gorgeous golden and blue sacrificial robe appeared at some point.

Zongzheng, Ji Qianzhao, a member of the clan of the Great Jin Dynasty.

He stood there with his eyes downcast, like a feeble old man in his twilight years, not at all like the nobility and royal aura he once had in the court.

"The land in the southeast has been troubled by the Sea Clan for tens of thousands of years, but no one in the world helps you invade the deep sea?"

Even when facing the world-famous True Lord, Wu Sidao did not show much respect. However, the gap in status and strength between the True Lord and the real person made him lose the ability to speak the moment Ji Qianzhuo appeared. Chance.

But he is not qualified. There are people from the southeast who are qualified to speak.

"Then Chen Bing from the imperial court wants to help me attack the Hai Clan in the southeast?"

This is a very strange person. No one knows when he appeared, and no one knows when he said such a sentence.

His whole being exists and is nothing.

It actually exists, but I can't really feel the breath.

Very contradictory.

Zuo Daoqi's eyes had already been attracted by the confrontation between these big guys, and he felt it quietly.

Ji Qianzhu raised his eyes slightly and said softly, "Chen Bing is the court's policy. If the soldiers have not entered the southeast, how can we attack the sea?"

Chen Bing is only for Chen Bing. Who is fighting? Regardless of whether he is honest or not, there is no difference between attacking the southeast and attacking the sea in the eyes of the court.

"Haha, Brother Ji is still not as domineering as Brother Ling. If the Hai Clan lands ashore, we may have to go to the Central Plains to avoid trouble."

The other visiting Yin Shen Grandmasters from the seven forces couldn't help but shrink their gazes.

The toughness of the Southeast is beyond everyone's imagination. They really dare to fight against the imperial army. The most important thing is that the Southeast is rich and warlike. It has inexhaustible resources like the sea. The strength of the sects in the Southeast is recognized by the world. .

Just like this Tianyuan Festival, it seems that except for Wu Guang, all the Tianjiao in the southeast area are from small families.

It seems that the descendants of the big family are not living up to expectations, but is this true?

The young leaders in the southeast area have already broken through into the underworld!

If the senior sister of Wanjian Sect ascends to the Yin Shen, how many forces in the world can reach her?

"Well said!" Ji Qianzhuo raised his eyelids and suddenly opened his big hands. His sacrificial robes fluttered slightly, and the dragon in the sky also shook its body.

The divine dragon was so big that its boundless size almost covered the world. It was impossible to imagine what kind of strength such an existence could exert in battle.

Ji Qianzhu's figure also seemed to have transformed in an instant from a decrepit old man to a super powerful being who was unattainable in the sect and controlled the dragon of destiny. His eyes glowed with golden light.

"The place where the body of the divine dragon travels is thousands of miles away from the Central Plains of the Jin Dynasty. Please invite all the powerful forces from the southeast to enter!"

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Zuo Daoqi squinted his eyes and thought, maybe Ji Qianzhuo already had the idea of ​​keeping the Wu family here?

The person from Wanjian Sect was a person Zuo Daoqi knew, the old Wangtou who fooled around with Li Yinglian all day long. He obviously didn't want to conflict with Da Jin.

"Watch the game, Old Wu, you are not kind. Xiao Guangzi is born with swordsmanship, but he didn't send him to my Wanjian Sect. Are you looking down on my Wanjian Sect?"

Of course he couldn't match the conversation between the mysterious old man of the Wu family and Ji Qianzhu. The brother Wu he mentioned was Wu Sidao.

Wu Sidao said nothing.

An inexplicable thought flashed through Zuo Daoqi's mind.

That time and that moment were exactly like this moment, how could they be so similar!