Chapter 3642 Challenge
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At the first hour after the banquet began, an old eunuch in a golden robe descended from the sky and read out the emperor's will.
Of course, there is useless nonsense in the will. In the end, a treasure was rewarded, and nothing was eye-catching.
"Sir Saint King, I want to dance swords for you, but unfortunately there is no opponent!" At this moment, a young man holding a long sword appeared outside the palace.
"Hi! The show finally started!" An old guy widened his eyes excitedly.
"It's a provocation. This is a routine. Every time the Holy King's ten thousand-year birthday, such a troublemaker will appear, but unexpectedly, this time it was the first one to jump out!"
"Who is this kid? Is it very famous?"
"I've never seen it before, but I feel that his breath seems... not weak!"
"Biqiujiang from this Prince's Sect! A swordsman genius, who has practiced to the peak of the Saint Lord in less than a hundred years, ranks eighth on the genius list, and is a powerful genius figure!"
"Biqiujiang was once the young master of Chaotian Pavilion, a first-class sect. Later, he was valued by the prince and became a general of the prince's sect!"
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"My friend, what do you think of this Biqiu River?" At this moment, the sword man beside him poked his head out of the pile of food on the table and looked at Zhao Yuandedao.
"Let's be careless!" Zhao Yuande grinned.
"Brother Zhao, this person's combat power cannot be underestimated!" Shui Ling'er reminded from the side.
"Oh!" Zhao Yuande nodded indifferently.
"My friend, can you win if you go up?" The sword man looked at Zhao Yuande and his eyes showed light.
"This..." Zhao Yuande hesitated for a moment and smiled, "Senior, do you want me to tell the truth or tell lies?"
"Nonsense! What will I listen to him for lies!" Jianmao Ren glared at him with a beard.
"One move I can defeat him!" Zhao Yuande raised his head, and a confident light appeared on his face.
"You kid, you really know how to brag!" An old man not far away heard Zhao Yuande's answer and almost sprayed out the wine in his mouth.
"Not necessarily! This kid has two tricks. I heard that he had defeated the strong man at the peak of the God Lord before!"
"Hmph... What kind of God's peak is just some native chickens and tile dogs from small sects. If you have the ability, let him try it out for a few little guys on the list!"
"You can't say that..."
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At this time, a descendant of a saint king had appeared and came forward to fight with Bi Qiujiang of the prince's sect.
Bi Qiujiang really had some ability, but he defeated the descendants of the Holy King in just a few moves.
At this time, Bi Qiujiang was waving proudly at everyone, but his eyes fell on a group of young people, full of provocation.
"How is it, my friend, are you interested in going up and fighting?" The sword man looked at Zhao Yuande, with some expectations.
"Fighting him... it's not difficult, so naturally there is no interest!" Zhao Yuande waved his hand.
"Brother Song is on the stage!" Shui Ling'er next to her suddenly said with some excitement, "Brother Song is ranked fifth on the genius list, so he should be able to suppress Biqiujiang!"
"There is no big problem, but we can't take it lightly!" Zhao Yuande said.
The ranking of the Tianjiao List is indeed reasonable. Song Xingyun and Biqiujiang fought for a full stick of incense and finally defeated him.
However, Bi Qiujiang is also a ruthless person. Even if he lost, it would not make Song Xingyun's arm easy. He slashed one of Song Xingyun's arms with one sword.
Song Xingyun won miserably!
Although an arm can be continued or slowly activate the energy and blood in the body to grow again, his combat power will be greatly reduced within the next few hours.
"Brother Song is injured... It's a pity. I thought I could fight with Brother Song to celebrate the birthday of the Saint King!" A voice sounded in the audience, and a young man in a blue shirt appeared in front of the middle man.
"Zhu Mingdi! Is it you?" Song Xingyun couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this young man, "Are you also involved in the Prince's Sect?"
"Brother Song is joking. Zhu is now alone and can't form cliques. However, the Crown Prince asked me to celebrate the birthday of the Saint King, so I could only reluctantly agree!" The young man shook his long hair, looked like a slutty, and pointed the long sword in his hand at Song Xingyun, "Song Xingyun, if you can't do it, go down quickly! Otherwise, the sword will be eyeless and it will be bad for you to hurt you!"
"Take advantage of others' danger, take advantage of others' danger!" A group of young people not far away showed anger in their eyes, and they clenched their fists one by one.
"I didn't force him to face the challenge either. This is not called taking advantage of others' danger." Zhu Mingdi waved his hand.
"Brother Song, let me fight him!" At this moment, a big man, who was more than meter tall and covered in pitch-black armor, walked up.
"Dalin, you are no match for him!" Song Xingyun shook his head, "I'll do it!"
"But your wound!" A big man named Dalin showed a look of worry on his face.
"It's okay! Leave it to me!" Song Xingyun had already borrowed his broken arm at this time. Although his face was a little pale, he was full of fighting spirit!
"Tsk tsk!" Zhu Mingdi sighed in his mouth, full of mockery.
"Zhu Mingdi, if it weren't for the birthday party of the Holy King today, you would have died here!" Song Xingyun's voice was filled with coldness.
"Hehe! As you said, if it weren't for the birthday party of the Holy King today, you would have died long ago!" Zhu Mingdi pointed to a table of people not far away, and lowered his voice, "Do you see who they are? How many people can you beat?"
"Hmph! How could my Holy King Sect be afraid of you? So what if you join forces!" Song Xingyun saw those people, a cold light appeared in his eyes.
"Hehe! Although your Holy King Sect is powerful, unfortunately our generation has withered talents. Only you can show off. I see how many battles you can take!" Zhu Mingdi's voice was very low, but everyone around was powerful cultivators, so they could naturally hear it clearly.
Many people looked towards the throne that was high above.
There, many kings such as the Wild Saint King were also watching quietly at this time.
However, it seemed that the Saint King of the Wild Sword was not in a hurry, and he also looked at him with interest. It seemed that Song Xingyun's victory or defeat had nothing to do with him.
"Old Song, your grandson seems to be trying his best!" An old man with a slightly bald head looked at a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt with a temperament and appearance similar to Song Xingyun, and he was joking.
If this person stood with Song Xingyun, he would really look like a brother.
Chapter completed!