Chapter 41 This Old Seventh Brother is not simple. (Four chapters are presented)

In the preparation platform, the nine princes saw King Jinghong, and their eyes flashed with enthusiasm. They all imagined that they would have such a day.

The peerless king, above ten thousand people!

King Jinghong walked to the highest point of the martial arts arena, he looked around, and his calm voice echoed:

"Today, it is the battle for the succession of my Jinghong Empire. Thank you all for coming to support us."

"Who will be the next King Jinghong? It will also be decided today."

As King Jinghong's voice sounded, the martial arts arena burst into calls to the sky, and countless people's eyes were full of excitement.

After a while, King Jinghong raised his hand slightly, and the voice stopped abruptly, returning to a silent state again.

This is the influence of the king, one word and one action are enough to make all living beings bow their heads.

King Jinghong sat on the throne that belonged to him. He said calmly: "The rules of the battle for the succession are already very clear. Everyone depends on their own abilities and can use any means."

"In that case, let's start."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure suddenly jumped out from the preparation platform. He held a long sword in his hand and exuded a monstrous fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

On the huge arena in the center of the martial arts field, a figure fell heavily, and the sound exploded in everyone's ears, as if it had been hit hard.

It's started!

The eyes of countless people were full of excitement and heat. This was a battle between the Refining Void Stage.

Although the Jinghong Empire is powerful, the cultivators below the Nascent Soul Stage still account for 80%.

The Nascent Soul Stage cultivators are also common, but they start to become rarer.

And today's battle for the succession is almost all Refining Void Stage masters. How can they not be excited to watch the battle between such masters?

When they looked at the stage, they immediately recognized who this person was.

The head of Mingtai Sect, a cultivator in the late stage of Lianxu, Ji Wuchang.

This person is also a cultivator under the command of the eldest prince.

"As expected of the eldest prince, he immediately sent people up at the beginning, and he is so confident."

"The eldest prince will win!"

Cheers suddenly rang out.

On the high platform of the martial arts arena, Ji Wuchang's eyes were full of coldness, and he turned his head to look at the preparation platform behind him.

"On behalf of His Royal Highness the eldest prince, I challenge Gongsun Yang under the command of the seventh prince."

"Please teach me!"

On the preparation platform, Gongsun Yang looked extremely solemn.

Ji Wuchang's strength was far superior to his, and he was also a sword cultivator. He was almost certain to lose this battle.

Lin Jin said in a voice transmission: "Mr. Gongsun, if you can't win, just admit defeat. The purpose of this battle for the throne is to learn from each other. With my father watching, he will not dare to kill you."

"Just do your best."

Gongsun Yang nodded solemnly, and then tore through the void and came to the preparation platform.

In an instant, the scene was ignited again.

"This is the first time I have seen a battle between the Refining Void Stage in my life. I never thought that one day I would be able to watch it so closely."

"It's a pity that Gongsun Yang is probably going to lose. I dare not say much about other things. Anyway, the Seventh Prince will definitely not have a chance to win the throne this time."

"The Seventh Prince has no one available under his command. It's good enough to have a Gongsun Yang in the middle stage of Refining Void."

"You can't say that. The Seventh Prince has no followers. Isn't it because his own strength is mediocre? If he is strong, even if he has a Refining Void Stage, he won't have only two followers, right?"

Somewhere in the spectator seat, a beautiful woman's eyes were full of worry.

Lin Yimeng grabbed her clothes tightly, feeling extremely nervous.

Teacher, please don't get into trouble.

Ji Wuchang is in the late stage of Lianxu, with outstanding talent. He has reached his current cultivation level before he is two thousand years old, while his teacher Gongsun Yang is not going to live long.

This comparison immediately shows who is better.

The eunuch beside King Jinghong said, "Let's start."

The next moment.

Two powerful auras swept out, and a sharp blade light cut through the sky, killing Gongsun Yang like a startled wild goose.

Gongsun Yang formed a seal in his hand, and the power in his body surged wildly.

"Mountain Opening Seal!"

A huge dark green seal rushed towards the blade.

"Boom!"

The explosion broke out, the wind tore, and the humming sound continued.

This was just this collision. If there was no formation in the martial arts field, I don't know how many people would die in the aftermath.

This is a strong man in Lianxu!

Gongsun Yang's figure flew out, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his breath was a little disordered, the two did not test each other in the fight, they just used big moves.

But it was obvious that Gongsun Yang lost.

Ji Wuchang sneered, his eyes full of indifference.

He raised his hand again, the knife intent rushed straight into the sky, piercing through the clouds, at this moment he was like a knife.

The next moment, Ji Wuchang's figure disappeared instantly, turned into a stream of light and killed Gongsun Yang.

"Teacher!"

Lin Yimeng stood up, his eyes full of worry.

"It seems that Gongsun Yang is going to lose, the gap in strength between the two is too big."

"Ji Wuchang is also a genius. He had a perfect battle with the Refining Void Stage. Naturally, his strength is not comparable to Gongsun Yang, who is in the middle stage of Refining Void."

Everyone felt very normal about Gongsun Yang's imminent defeat.

It was reasonable.

Gongsun Yang looked at Ji Wuchang who was rushing towards him at a very fast speed. His eyes were full of indifference, and he rushed forward fearlessly.

Seeing this scene, countless people shook their heads.

You are obviously not as strong as others, but you don't take shelter from the attack. Isn't this courting death?

What a fool.

Ji Wuchang sneered, and the knife in his hand became more and more sharp. The people watching the battle around him felt a stinging feeling in their eyes.

"Die!"

Just as the two were about to collide, a golden light suddenly appeared in Gongsun Yang's hand.

"Buzz!"

The void suddenly began to stir, and a majestic sword intent spread out.

What is this! ?

Ji Wuchang's eyes flashed with solemnity, and this sword intent gave him goose bumps, as if he had met a natural enemy.

The next moment.

The golden light came into his eyes and instantly pierced through Ji Wuchang's neck, cutting off his entire head.

He didn't even have time to react before he was killed.

This was not over yet, the golden light did not stop, and it directly penetrated the formation of the martial arts field, leaving a huge hole in it, and then stopped.

"How... is it possible!"

Ji Wuchang's pupils continued to expand, and his breath of life was disappearing rapidly. His voice was full of disbelief.

How could he lose! ?

"Bang, bang..."

The head fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and everyone in the martial arts arena was stunned.

Ji Wuchang lost!

This was something no one expected. Originally, they thought that the next move would stain the arena with blood, but the fact was the opposite.

Ji Wuchang's head was chopped off.

The sudden reversal caught everyone off guard, and there was a little confusion in their eyes.

What happened just now?

On the throne, King Jinghong narrowed his eyes. He looked at the formation that broke the hole and said with interest:

"Tianjian Mountain, the sword king's sword intent."