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Chapter 1981: The horror of Xuehonglou!

The sounds like overwhelming mountains and seas shook the sky and earth. Duanmu Xiongtu had a sharp and bright look like a vulture. He glanced at the audience, silent and silent.

A hint of arrogance and arrogance flashed in his eyes, and a powerful aura burst out for no reason from his unanimous momentum.

Everyone looked at the elders and deacons lined up on both sides. At the end of the team were the Holy Son who supported the Great Son and the Five Sons, but they simply disappeared today's protagonists - Yuchi Changfeng, Xuehonglou and Liu Ruoxi.

The crowd began to whisper, looking at the elders' team, with doubtful eyes.

"Why didn't you see the Great Son? The Five Sons didn't see it either!"

"Did you not see that the Holy Lord is not among them? It's strange, when is this time? Will something happen again?"

Situ Liuyun and Liu Zongyuan both frowned. Su Kuangge, who was standing beside him, raised his red nose, and his narrowed eyes slowly burst out.

"What's the sacred mountain selling?" Gu Suxin, who was holding Mu Yao, was dancing with the wind. Hua Mao's pine-like mouth gently pulled the corners of her mouth and looked at Su Kuangge.

The short body immediately ignited, and the arrogant and unruly browsed. Su Kuangge whispered coldly: "No matter what the Holy Mountain is going to have, as long as Ruoxi's marriage is not a surefire before Yi'er comes, it's easy to say!"

Gu Suxin's eyes immediately opened and said suspiciously: "You said Su Yi? Will he really come? He disappeared..."

With his sword eyebrows raised, Su Kuangge's sword energy was like the bitter autumn frost flying, his eyes were clear and cold, and he said in a voice: "My apprentice, how could he end up missing! I said he could come if he could come! He would definitely come! He would definitely come!"

An evil arc raised at the corner of his mouth, and Gu Suxin's eyes fluctuated. He stayed there for a moment, holding Mu Yao's hands tightened unconsciously, and pursed his lips tightly.

"Since Yi'er became your teacher, you seem to have returned to twenty years ago and become the peerless Senior Brother Su again!" The corners of your lips curled up slightly, and your smile was graceful, and your hair was soaked in wind and frost trembled slightly, revealing a tenderness.

Su Kuangge's eyes kept staring at Duanmu Xiongtu in front of the Shengwu Hall, his ears moved slightly, but no answer.

Holy Mountain, above the peaks of the back mountain.

A white figure hung in the air. The man was cheerful and clear, like a lonely pine, his eyes were cold and as bright as lightning, his clothes behind him were filled with a sense of inquiry.

Holding your hands, the pressure spreads, standing proudly between the mountains, with a stream of light flashing in your eyes, and the wind is unparalleled.

The man looked puzzled, with his hands wrapped around his hands, his right palm resting on his chin, and his eyes facing the direction was the Shengwu Hall, and he murmured in a low voice.

"The master girl from Cangyun Palace is loyal and refuses to say that she gave the sword to anyone. However, according to the description of the sword by others, it looks very similar to the sword she said to be the master! Finally found it!"

When talking about the sword, the man in white trembled for no reason, and a thrilling blew out of his unyielding eyes.

Then, the man raised his mouth upwards and slowly raised his handsome eyes, which invisibly had a touch of simplicity and elegant charm.

"Su Yi, you must come today! Don't let me down!"

"Swoosh!"

The man in white locked a narrow mountain concave in the back mountain, stepping on the void, leaving only a faint space crack in the space. The man's power collapsed, and a heart-shaking golden light flashed out of the mountain concave.

The golden cloud trembled, and the ancient pressure quickly revealed a gap, and the middle-aged man in white disappeared into the void.

In front of the Holy Martial Arts Hall.

Duanmu Xiongtu coughed violently, and his wide and dry palm slowly wiped in front of him. The huge soul crushed the heaven and earth. Amid the shocking eyes of everyone, a powerful voice resounded.

"Today, the Holy Mountain Competition uses the competition between the Great Son and the Five Sons as the criterion. You are witnessing it, and the Majesty is so happy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Xiongtu opened his hands, and his wide and thick robe seemed to be rolling in waves.

In an instant, everyone's eyes shot towards the east and west sides of the Holy Martial Hall, and two thorny air pressure shot towards them.

The figure fell to the ground, the holy statue on the east side was scattered into the sky, sacred and majestic, and the void was filled with terrifying golden light.

The energy surged on the west side, the aura was terrifying, and the pure pressure rushed. The spirit birds roared in the sky among the auspicious clouds, and the huge sacred light and shadows of the sky came stepping onto the clouds, just like a god coming to the world, instantly trembling the eyes of the people in the audience.

Such a magnificent two energy forces fought against each other, and the wind and clouds suddenly surged above the void, and the golden thunder was thunderous.

Everyone was in a state of sensation, and crawled on the ground, praying loudly, and the sound suddenly exploded.

"Meet the Great Son!"

"Greetings to the Five Holy Sons!"

The sounds on both sides stopped the clouds, the sound shook the sky, the rolling sound waves surged in the sky, the auspicious clouds spread, and the spiritual birds fled far away.

Two figures slowly landed on the ground, Yuchi Changfeng stood at the top of the east side, with a breath of golden wide robe, and his narrow and charming eyes were filled with the aura of a king that was striking the world. His figure was slightly slender, and he kept playing with the jade rings carved with golden patterns in his hand.

A dissolute smile was on his evil and handsome face, and he looked at Xuehonglou.

On the west side, there is a snow-red building, wearing a pale yellow, golden-patterned cloud sleeves, a bunch of black hair like a waterfall, a gurgling stream in the forest, eyes like stars, eyelashes slightly long, temples like knife cuts, and eyebrows like ink paintings.

Ignoring the shouts of the crowd, the light in Yuchi Changfeng's eyes moved, and the holy sound rolled between his throat, like suppressing the world, causing everyone to tremble and their eyes to open.

"Snow Red Building hasn't seen each other for several months. My cultivation has grown fast enough! I am worthy of being my opponent!" Yuchi Changfeng trembled coldly and snorted coldly.

Xuehonglou stood proudly with his hands on his back, his upright body was like a sculpture, his domineering aura surged around him without anger, and a breath of cultivation at the eighth level of the Yuanhuang realm was like a mad dragon coming out of the mountain, looking proudly at the heaven and earth.

"But I don't regard you as an opponent! The position of the Holy Emperor is the thing in my pocket!" Xue Honglou said calmly, but with indescribable domineering and arrogance!

Too crazy! Xue Honglou looked at nothing, and Yuchi Changfeng lost on the front of the game!

"you!"

Yuchi Changfeng Yinxie's eyes burst into murderous intent, and was pressed down by the Holy Fire Elder and others.

The strong men present then discovered that Xue Honglou had already reached the seventh level of the Yuan Emperor Realm. He had not seen him for several months and had actually reached the fourth level in a row.

Such amazing progress can only be achieved by a demonic genius like Xuehonglou.

"When the last time Tianfeng ranked battle, Xuehonglou was the fourth level of the Yuan Emperor Realm! Now he is the eighth level of the Yuan Emperor Realm! He is really a genius, a genius!"

"Yuchi Changfeng has also risen a heavier. The 35-year-old Yuanhuang Realm ninth level is also shocking the past and present. The holy mountain is magnificent! The holy mountain will flourish in the future!"

"Don't forget that Xue Honglou has not received any favors from the Holy Mountain. He has been able to reach this day entirely by exploring himself. Even the Holy Lord has never taught him!"
Chapter completed!
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