Emperor's Domination

With a sound of "Dang——", a sword descended from the sky, and instantly inserted on the peak of Zhaojiang.

The sword fell into the waterfall, and an instant terrible murderous impact came, like a stormy sea, blasting in all directions.

"My goodness-" When the terrible murderous aura hits like the stormy waves, I don't know how many monks are shocked by it, and there are also many shallow monks who are blown away in this instant.

Even in the breaking air of "chicking, chick, chick", a monk who was a powerful monk could not stop the murderous aura from the impact and was instantly injured.

As the battlefield of Zhaojiangfeng, all the strong monks stayed far away and kept a long enough distance from them. However, at this moment, many monks were still injured by murderous intent. This is conceivable, and the impact came. How terrible is his murderousness.

"Jian Jiu——" When the murderous aura dissipated, I saw a person standing on Zhaojiang Peak. This was Jian Jiu.

The arrival of Jian Jiu instantly silenced the whole scene, and all the monks could not help holding their breath.

Jian Jiu, or Jian Jiu, although he was suppressed by Li Qiye last time and saved his life with Jian Dun, but within a short period of time, his injuries were completely healed. Looking at his appearance, Daoxing has become more diligent and more powerful. More powerful.

Jian Jiu was still so indifferent. When his indifferent gaze swept away, everyone was like a dead person, and he didn't have any mood swings.

"Jian Jiu is Jian Jiu." Whoever it is, seeing Jian Jiu feels an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Even someone who is stronger than Jian Jiu, but when I saw Jian Jiu, I didn't dare to be careless.

Jian Jiu is such a jealous person. His indifference and murderous aura is unique, even if he is not a killer, but the murderous aura in him is even more terrifying than a killer.

When Jian Jiu’s indifferent gaze swept away, anyone felt that in Jian Jiu’s eyes he was no different from the dead, no matter what kind of background he was, how strong his strength was, but in Jian Jiu’s In binoculars, there is no difference.

It seems that from Jian Jiu's point of view, there is no difference between anyone, it is just a dead person.

Therefore, when Jian Jiu’s indifferent gaze swept past, I don’t know how many cultivators couldn’t help but feel hairy in their hearts. People who have not seen Jian Jiu before saw Jian Jiu today. They all had to exclaim, Jian Jiu, It really deserves its reputation.

At this moment, Jian Jiu stared at Li Qiye indifferently, his eyes still so indifferent.

Seeing Jian Jiu's gaze on Li Qiye, many monks were shocked in their hearts, and some people even speculated that Jian Jiu and Li Qiye would conflict again.

After all, Jian Jiu had suffered a big loss in Li Qiye's hands before that, was suppressed by Li Qiye, and almost lost a life. Such a fiasco is a shame for how many monks are strong, any one. Strong monks will find ways to wash away their shame.

However, when Jian Jiu looked at Li Qiye with indifferent eyes, he didn't have the anger that everyone imagined, or instantly murderous intent, and he didn't mean to attack Li Qiye.

Jian Jiu looked at Li Qiye's gaze, still so indifferent, and he didn't have any mood swings. He couldn't see whether it was anger or fear. In short, it was just so indifferent, without the slightest mood swing.

Jian Jiu looked like this, as if the person suppressed by Li Qiye was not him, or he had forgotten what was suppressed by Li Qiye.

Jian Jiu's indifferent expression, without any emotional fluctuations, was indeed out of everyone's expectations.

Under Jian Jiu's indifferent gaze, Li Qiye's expression was very calm, and if it was someone else, he would have lost his heart.

"There are really two brushes." Looking at Jian Jiu, Li Qiye applauded and said with a smile: "In a short period of time, not only was the injury recovered, but it was also stronger. Swordsmanship has improved and it is true. The more frustrated, the more courageous, this courage and courage is really worthy of admiration."

Li Qiye's words immediately caused many people to feel hairy. Among all the people present, who would dare to speak to Jian Jiu so carelessly and frivolously.

However, Li Qiye didn't care at all, didn't feel any at all, and said casually.

Such an attitude did not make many monks amazed. This nouveau riche is indeed extraordinary, so arrogant to everyone, it seems that he doesn't know how the word "fear" is written.

At this time, there were also many strong monks secretly aiming at Jian Jiu, but Jian Jiu was still indifferent.

"Really an amazing person." Some of the older generations could not help but nod lightly.

Li Qiye once suppressed Jian Jiu, and Jian Jiu almost died in Li Qiye's hands. For someone else, Li Qiye exposed his scars in public. Even if he didn't get furious, he could still suppress it in his heart. anger.

However, Jian Jiu didn't have the slightest mood swings, he was still so indifferent, such a mind, such a boldness, it was indeed extraordinary, how many people could do it.

Jian Jiu stood there indifferently, without any mood swings, as if he hadn't heard Li Qiye's words, and did not shy away from what Li Qiye said, it was just so calm.

This alone really made many powerhouses amazed. Jian Jiu is Jian Jiu, and it is indeed different.

"Dao Xing has improved again, and Sword Dao has become stronger again." Looking at the indifferent Jian Jiu, there are also many monks who are strong in their hearts.

In the past, Jian Jiu was scary enough, not to mention the general monk powerhouse, even the heads of the great sects were also afraid of Jian Jiu.

The current Jian Jiu, in a short period of time, the swordsmanship is more powerful, just imagine, let alone other people, even the existence of Jianzhou Six Sect Masters and Jianzhou Six Emperors are equally fearful Jian Jiu.

At this time, even the Earth Sword Master looked at Jian Jiu with a solemn expression, without the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.

"It's no wonder that the Broken Wave Dao Zun will be cut." An ancestor of the Great Teacher looked at Jian Jiu for a while, and finally said softly: "If you are alone, there are not many people in the older generation who are his opponents. Even if it is the Six Sect Masters of Jianzhou and the Six Emperors of Jianzhou, there are not many of them who can not be cut by the sword. If he can cultivate the sword ten, I am afraid that only the five giants will take the shot."

"Is it so powerful? Sword Ten aspires to be the top five?" Some young strong were shocked.

For many monks, the five giants of Jianzhou are the most powerful and supreme beings.

"Although it's not, I'm afraid it's not far." The great ancestor solemnly said, "No matter how much he has practiced. Sword ten is enough to be proud of the world. After all, sword thirteen is enough Swordsman also."

In this case, so many people could not help but become silent.

The Sword Thirteen in the Sacred Land of Swordsmanship ended up with Dao Sovereign. If Sword Nine was the top ten of Sword, what would it be like?

"Sword Master Songye, is there any chance of winning?" Some strong monks who have made good ties with the Wooden Sword Saint Nation looked at Jian Jiu and couldn't help but worry.

Jian Jiu at this time makes anyone feel hairy.Although there is no lack of powerful existence in Jianzhou, like Jianzhou Double Saints, Most Holy City Lord, etc., they may be stronger or weaker than Jianzhou Nine.

However, these people will be respected when people talk about it, but when it comes to Jian Jiu, it makes people feel like death is so close to oneself.

Especially when facing Jian Jiu directly, it made many monks beat drums in their hearts, and those who were not helped, their legs became weak.

This is the terrible place of Jian Jiu. He is not considered to be indiscriminately killing innocent people. It can even be said that among the many powerful men, Jian Jiu killed not many people, but it is such a frightening soul. People are scared.

Looking at Jian Jiu, everyone realized that the Matsuba Jian host would not be big.

"Sword Master Songye, even if it is lost, it must be a battle." Some experts who know Sword Master Songye could not help but sigh softly.

Sword Master Matsuba, as one of the six Sect Masters of Jianzhou, has a respectable position. Of course, he can't escape like other people, or should not fight.

Jian Jiu challenged him, even if he was not sure, he would also challenge him.

At this time, Princess Ning Zhu also watched this scene quietly. Although she knew what the outcome would be, she couldn't change it.

Even if she can beg Li Qiye to take action, her master Songye Sword Master absolutely does not allow such things to happen. This is the pride of Songye Sword Master!

I don't know if it is not sinking, a full moon is already high, and tonight is the night of the full moon, and it is time for the decisive battle.

"Are you going to start?" Many strong men looked up at the full moon high in the sky, and couldn't help but gently said, "Where is the Sword Master Songye?"

"Om——" sounded, and at this moment, the majestic breath came to his face, eloquently.

This majestic aura is not overbearing, nor will it instantly impact all the monk powerhouses, nor will it instantly knock the nearby monk powerhouses into the air.

This majestic breath is endless, and there is a burst of vitality that instantly hits your face, giving people a refreshing feeling. In such endless vitality, people can easily blend in without noticing it. In such a breath.

Amidst such endless vitality, it is still mixed with vigor, it seems like a rock in the river, nothing can shake it.

"Sword Master Matsuba is here." Although I haven't seen him, in this endless vitality, everyone knows that this is the breath of Blade Master Matsuba.

At this moment, I heard the sound of "crashing" water, and there was a touch of emerald green passing through the lake. From the reflection in the lake, it seemed that a true emerald dragon passed through the entire cloud in an instant. Like Mengze, the speed is extremely fast.