Xia Ji agreed to this battle with rich spoils.
The Ghost Emperor complied with the agreement and placed the "Jedi Order", "Old Scroll of the Sea of Creation" and "Emperor Order" in Wangjiang Tower, under the joint guard of the five aristocratic families.
The guards also need to swear an oath to their inner demons. If the Ghost Emperor dies, then these things must be handed over to Feng Nanbei, and the Wu family must not stop them.
Everything is ready.
On the bank of the river, the competition stage originally built for the disciples to duel has become the place where the Emperor Master of the Su family and the Ghost Emperor of the Wu family decide life and death.
No one can stop it anymore.
It was snowing all over the sky, and Xia Ji was already standing on the stage.
He lightly stamped his feet, and the white snow on the stage was immediately swept away.
The Ghost Emperor stepped onto the stage with his hands behind his back and stood opposite him.
It was a man wearing a black gilded imperial robe. He was extremely majestic, and his eyes held a terrifying aura that could overwhelm all sentient beings. People couldn't bear the power, and couldn't help but want to kneel down and kowtow.
The Ghost Emperor kept his hands behind his back,
Wearing black gloves on hands,
He held a knife in his hand.
The sword is closer to a tachi and slightly longer than a short sword.
The sword is made of a silver skull, and some strange patterns are embossed on the blade. The patterns are shining brightly, and it is obviously a type of magic weapon.
If they really talked about it, this was the first time the two of them looked at each other face to face.
However, even though it is the first time.
But there are no words.
If everything in the world could be easily explained, how could there be any grudges
Unless the Ghost Emperor and Xia Ji desperately want peace and run for the peace of the family.
But is it possible
As an emperor, the Ghost Emperor's most important dignity has been trampled on.
Xia Ji is a person who "pretends to sleep". If you want him to promote peace in the family, it is almost like dreaming.
Is it possible for the Su family? Is the three-thousand-year confrontation between the two aristocratic families fake? Are the stories about King Qing’s sudden death and frame-up false
When grudges reach a certain level, there is no need for a reason, and there is no need to care about right or wrong.
"Greed is a sin, and weakness is also a sin. Feng Nanbei, you are a talent, but unfortunately you have been exposed to these two things.
I don't care what method you used last time, this time... I'm ready. "
"Want to meet again?"
"No, you're too late."
The Ghost Emperor smiled and took a step forward. His hands were always behind his back, and his fingers gently tapped the handle of the silver skull knife, as if performing some mysterious ritual.
The handle of the knife danced in his palm, extremely flexible.
By the time he said the words "It's too late", his hand had already loosened.
Xia Ji grabbed the black sword and thunder fire. The weather was full of wind and snow, and the air was moist. It was the right time for the lightning arc to jump.
When~~
At this time, the skull knife in the Ghost Emperor's hand had already fallen to the ground.
Buzz~~~
The blade made a strange sound, mixed with a weird roar, and spread out in all directions.
The aristocratic family watching the battle felt that their energy and blood suddenly became "sticky", while those at a lower level felt a strong sense of dizziness and nausea due to insufficient blood supply.
Not far away, there were also Jianghu people watching curiously, but they couldn't bear it anymore and had already fainted. If no one came to save them, these Jianghu people would die quickly as long as they were within the scope of this knife.
Feng Chuixue and Xie Qiongfeng endured the dizziness and flew out, dragging the fainted person back. Xu Lingling had no choice but to follow and rescue the person.
Lu Miaomiao's eyes widened, she recognized this knife.
This is the Wu family's magic weapon "Soul Seal".
Once the brief ritual is completed, all the energy and blood in an area can be sealed, making the person useless.
Unless the person's strength far exceeds that of the person wielding the knife, or there is some special way to break it, he will be captured without any help.
This is not a murder knife, but a knife between spiritual shock and mysterious formation.
Sure enough, after the knife struck the ground, Xia Ji's figure froze slightly.
He stood on the stage holding a black knife in his right hand.
He was not a god, and he felt this strange sense of restraint at this time.
It was as if there were many sad souls entangled with him, causing his body to subconsciously appear in a "sticky" state, with slow breathing and slow blood flow, as if a layer of shackles had bound him and made him a prisoner.
When he pulled out the knife, his body actually felt "rusty" and made a strange clicking sound.
The sword was pulled out an inch, and endless arcs of lightning surged out from under the sword, turning into the first wave of thunder.
At this time, the Ghost Emperor had already made his second move.
He began to "split".
Everyone at the scene was stunned at this sight.
In an instant, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight, eight ghost emperors surrounded Xia Ji from eight directions.
There is a strange connection between the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost Emperor, and there are faint wisps of cold light.
Keng! !
Xia Ji's sluggish movements were still maintained. His sword was halfway out of its sheath, and the eight ghost emperors shining in the purple light became more and more gloomy.
"Puppetry." Xie Qiongfeng in the distance gave the answer directly, "The Yin Jiuxiao I met can also do puppetry. This person is his teacher. This puppetry is really flawless. I didn't see it at all. Sevenfold puppet.
Even now, I still can't tell which of the eight is real. "
Feng Chuixue thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's all fake. The person I met can turn her body into a ghost-like state and cannot be cut by a knife."
He said this calmly, and Xie Qiongfeng suddenly turned his head to look at the senior brother. He wanted to ask, "How did you get it?", but he still held it in. Just get used to it.
Xu Lingling said: "So, the real Ghost Emperor is not among those eight bodies, but is hiding somewhere and controlling those eight bodies?"
She put herself in his shoes and realized that if she were in the game, she would become meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others.
She looked at Feng Chuixue again. The senior brother's eyes were crazy and he was staring blankly into the distance. He was obviously also thinking about what he would do if he was in that game.
Xu Lingling looked strange when she saw the fighting look on her face.
Do you think you can beat the wind and snow
Wangjiang upstairs.
The aristocratic family watched the battle with different expressions.
But the Wu family was already relaxed, as they recognized their emperor's methods.
"The magic sword seals the soul to suppress blood energy, the eight golden corpses are impervious to water and fire, the heavenly magic threads are indestructible, and the ghost emperor's magic body... I really don't know how to lose."
"Even if Feng Nanbei had a powerful magic weapon, it would be too late to use it."
"After all, he is still young and too old. He doesn't know the importance of taking the initiative. He should have taken out the magic weapon long ago instead of delaying it until this moment."
“But even so, Feng Bei Nan is proud enough.
The emperor really regarded him as an enemy, so before going on stage, he had already grabbed the skull sword and performed the ceremony in advance, so the emperor could use the magic sword to seal the soul when he first came on stage. "
"When a lion fights a rabbit, he uses his full strength. Although the emperor makes a big bet, he is also cautious and goes all out to make sure nothing goes wrong. He is worthy of being an emperor."
"Our Wu family finally got a win."
Lu Miaomiao was lying in front of the railing, looking at the surrounded figure outside the wind and snow, and whispered worriedly: "Uncle..."
Xia Ji stood on the isolated platform with Feng Xue, and in front of him was the huge sky net.
The eight ghost emperors are like eight spiders. The spider webs are dotted among each other, trapping the prey in the center that cannot escape or struggle.
This is the second shackles.
Seal Qi and blood,
Cutting flesh and blood.
At this moment, Xia Ji held the black knife.
Chichichi…
The dark purple thunder wave impacted his body, calmly removing all the viscosity in his blood.
But the Ghost Emperor is not prepared to seal him with this magic weapon. What the Ghost Emperor wants is just a first move. When you spend time to remove this stickiness, he already has time to use the real killing move.
Chia~~~~
Endless sharp and harsh sounds sounded at the same time.
The eight ghost emperors spun with "cobwebs" all over the sky.
These "spider webs" are made of Tianluofa silk.
Nothing is indestructible, nothing is indestructible.
And in this kind of meat grinder that cuts all flesh and blood, a mysterious shadow completely ignores all "matter" and drags many afterimages like a ghost through the "meat grinding spider web" towards the center. Xia Ji pounced.
The ghost's whole body was stained with the breath of death, which was the real power of the eleventh realm, and even the power of the Dharma body itself was used due to the penetration of the Dharma.
Three shackles,
Kill the game in one game,
A twist of flesh,
Destroy the soul.
The Ghost Emperor had been planning and preparing since he went down to Wangjiang Tower, and now it was at this moment that Xia Ji fell into this desperate situation.
No one is a brainless fool.
Even if the Ghost Emperor becomes a bad gambler eager to make a comeback, he can still throw out a "king bomb"!
However, wasn't Xia Ji prepared
Does Xia Ji really care about Da Da
No.
The robes all over his body are bulging, which contains countless Dharma signs.
And at the moment when the killing situation happened, he stepped on the ground fiercely,
The air waves rolled and dispersed in all directions, and the overwhelming power was like thousands of beasts running together.
Under the huge bombardment, the Wangjiang Tower in the distance shook. The river water beside the competition platform suddenly rose into the sky, and the ground suddenly collapsed like a meteor falling.
During this step, his whole body shot straight to the ground.
Where is the hard competition platform still
There is just a deep pit.
In the pit, dusty rocks and mudstones thrust against the sky, reflecting the heavy snow falling from the sky, forming a fantasy scene.
However, the original plan of ambush from all sides, embarrassment on all sides, and the sky net was in vain, and turned into an attack from above.
All the power of the Ghost Emperor is overwhelming, like the sky is falling. If the sky wants you to die, you have to die. Even if you fall to the ground, can you escape
"die!!!"
Many strange sounds blended into one word and enveloped it.
Xia Ji raised his head and struck out with the black knife in his hand from the ground more than ten meters deep.
The first level of dharma may have a form, it may be a wild beast, a god or a Buddha, or even a legendary beast, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all kinds of...
But what was struck with this blow was not a Dharma form.
In the vast sea of snow, there seemed to be a divine pillar rising against the sky, driving an indescribable sword light. The sunrise seemed to have accelerated ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, one million times, rising in everyone's eyes.
Apart from brilliance and greatness, it is difficult to describe it.
With this sword, even the original purple arc of the black sword and thunder fire was gone.
This is the pure sword, the sword that squeezes out the infinite dharma and contains the infinite dharma.
Precisely because there are so many Dharma forms, without the Dharma form, it becomes pure, ultimate, wonderful, mixed with everything, but simple.
People can't help but think about the beginning of the world. Was that supreme ax as quiet and beautiful as it was at this moment
The mortal world cannot tolerate such a sword light.
Everyone stared at the sword light with wide eyes.
This is still the power of the ten realms.
But the power originating from the ten realms has given them the greatest fear in their hearts and souls.
It turns out that perfection and purity are so powerful
A powerful sword like this, unparalleled in the world, can destroy everything, overwhelming everything the Ghost Emperor has without any suspense.
The Eight Golden Corpses were impervious to water and fire, but they were shattered into dust in this submergence.
The Tianluo magic thread was invulnerable to anything, but it also shattered inch by inch in the light of the sword.
The Ghost Emperor's Dharmakaya was a superimposition of multiple ghosts and ghosts. It was a formless existence, an existence that could pass through "matter", but it was also completely destroyed by this sword.
The sword light dissipated.
It was obviously just a moment.
But it’s like years.
In mid-air, the Ghost Emperor's entity appeared, floating in the air, maintaining its outline for the last moment. No one knew the power of the sword just now better than him.
What kind of monster is this
Why can people do this
Why can't such people reach the eleventh realm
Why can't you live five hundred years
And myself...
It finally became a stepping stone to such a myth.
"Ah… "
He grinned and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
The trace of soul that barely maintained his floating figure finally dispersed, and his body was blown away by the wind.
Learn ten thousand dharma in one year, and sixty thousand dharma in six years.
All dharmas ground one image, and now it has become six images.
Who can see the sacrifice behind this natural knife
The battlefield is like a natural disaster,
The smoke and dust dispersed slowly but never completely.
A figure walked out of it. The figure was extremely fast and nimble, just like the Emperor of Heaven patrolling. In just a few breaths, he had reached the bet that was notarized by five people.
Xia Ji raised his hand and rolled directly towards the three treasures.
However, only the Jedi Order and the Unexpected Sea Scroll were swept away by him, but the "Emperor Order" was steady and heavy, pressed on the table, motionless.
The five people watching on the side looked at each other.
Xia Ji snorted coldly: "The Wu family can't afford to lose. Do you want to deny it?"
He raised his hand and grabbed the last imperial order directly.
The emperor's order is like a mountain, suppressing this place and unable to move.
Xia Ji suddenly noticed something strange.
It's not that he can't catch the Emperor's Order, but he needs to use the power of the Eleventh Realm, or even the power of the Black Emperor, and this is obviously too much.
Therefore, judging from the apparent situation, he could no longer arrest this imperial order, otherwise the gain would outweigh the loss.
He asked calmly: "Who is it from the Wu family? Have you sworn not to be afraid of inner demons?"
A pleasant laugh sounded.
Everyone looked around and saw a scholar-like man sitting in the corner. The man's cheeks were pink and white, with a strange warmth. But if he hadn't smiled like this, no one would have noticed him at all.
The man smiled and said: "My surname is Su, so I didn't take this oath. You can't take the Emperor's Order away. The other two items will be considered as your reward for defeating the Ghost Emperor."
Before Xia Ji could speak, the Su family had already recognized the man.
A Su family deacon cursed angrily: "Su Yu! You traitor!"
Another person said: "You rebelled against the Wu family, aren't you the Wu family? So what if I, the emperor's master of the Su family, takes the imperial order as promised?"
As soon as the speaker finished speaking, Su Yu lightly patted the table, and with this pat, the two people who spoke out suddenly looked horrified, and then they hugged their heads and let out a shrill wail. In the blink of an eye, They were bleeding from all their orifices and had no breath. They stared with frightened eyes, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
Su Yu stood up and was at the table in an instant. He raised his hand towards the imperial order and said with a smile: "I am not from the Wu family, so this restriction is invalid for me. Today I won't let you take the imperial order, so what can you do?" "