Under the gaze of everyone, Hu Potian came to ten meters away from the emperor's stele.

Taking a deep breath, he drew his right hand upward, and the sword made a perfect arc.

Completely unsheathed.

And then it's a direct display of natural skills.

The sword momentum, which was already extremely terrifying, increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it increased by about sixty percent.

It's just appalling.

This level of improvement is slightly inferior to even Hei Qiong just now.

In terms of the degree of bloodline refinement, it is one thing to inherit it by nature, and it is another thing to use secret methods to polish and improve it the day after tomorrow.

In terms of congenital inheritance, it is estimated that Hei Qiong has the advantage.

However, it lags behind Tiger Potian in terms of polishing and improvement the day after tomorrow.

The sword momentum had reached its peak, and the sword qi was raging everywhere, and the surrounding aura seemed to have turned into the sharpest sword qi.

One breath and my chest became painful.

"Slash!"

The tiger roared loudly, and the sword had fallen before the sound fell.

Like a meteor.

Like a silver bottle, it is like a shock.

In a hundredth of a second, the sword qi fell on the emperor's monument mark.

As expected.

Nothing happened.

Since then.

The crowd was in despair, convinced that no one would be able to leave a trace on the emperor's monument.

Although the Six Sword Slaves and Ye Xiao have not yet tried.

But no one has any expectations.

I can only shake my head and sigh.

After all, it is the age of the end of the law, and there will be no more the Chosen Ones who changed their lives against the heavens and the earth in ancient times.

The scene of all the geniuses placed in ancient times.

I'm afraid it's all going to be overshadowed.

become ordinary.

Brush!

The six sword slaves swept out, both in action and speed, as if they were a person.

The six of them didn't say a word, and then quickly swept up.

The figure is from.

There are afterimages everywhere.

It's dazzling to see.

Then a six-sword slave stopped.

Stand there straight and still.

And then the second one.

Stood on the shoulders of the first Six Sword Slaves.

And so on.

It's like stacking arhats.

The six sword slaves began to wipe their swords, swing their swords, and brew.

In this process, the sword qi on the six sword slaves started from the six sword slaves at the bottom.

Keep pouring up.

Stay at the top of the Six Sword Slaves.

The sword aura had been raised to an extremely terrifying level.

It's slightly better than Tiger Potian.

And then flew again.

A line of words, like a goose passing through a gap, pierced on the emperor's stele.

There was no reaction, no fluctuations were expected.

Because there is no expectation, there will naturally be no disappointment and discussion.

At this time, everyone is concerned.

No one can leave traces on the emperor's monument, and the core and most precious treasures cannot be touched.

can only enter Baoshan and return empty-handed.

"I'll try!"

Ye Xiao looked at Aya Qingyun and smiled slightly, and said softly.

"Well, you can!"

Aya Qingyun nodded, unlike the others, she had extremely strong confidence in Ye Xiao.

Although being able to leave marks on the emperor's monument marks sounds extremely crazy.

But hasn't Ye Xiao always been synonymous with miracles?

"Cut, you can be a fart, if Ye Xiao can leave traces on the emperor's monument marks, Lao Tzu's underwear is worn backwards, it is really beyond his strength!"

A martial artist in the Northern District, who had a great opinion of Ye Xiao, couldn't help but be sarcastic when he heard this.

"That's it, even the tiger can't do it, why is he Ye Xiao!"

Another Northern District martial artist said with disdain on his face.

"If anyone thinks that Ye Xiao can leave a trace, I am willing to bet with him, if I win, you can give me 10,000 spirit stones, and if I lose, I will give you the spirit level weapon in my hand!"

A tall Northern District martial artist said loudly.

This is an asymmetrical bet, the spirit weapon is far more than ten thousand spirit stones.

He has nothing to fear.

It was determined that Ye Xiao was 100% unable to leave traces on the emperor's monument.

Some martial artists in Zhongzhou, especially Ye Xiao's friends, were full of righteous indignation, and this tone was really unbearable.

Ye Xiao didn't seem to hear it. Standing in front of the emperor's monument, he did not rush to make a move, but smiled, and his eyes contained indescribable confidence.

If there really is any chosen one.

It has to be him, it can only be him.

After all, from the distant and powerful wasteland, he threw himself into the people of the same name and surname on the earth.

Not to mention unprecedented.

At least he hadn't heard of it.

If this is not luck and providence, then what can it be!

Besides, in his previous life in the Wasteland, he tested it on the emperor's tablet mark and successfully left a trace.

The difference is.

In his previous life, he relied on strong and unrivaled hard power.

It is called a war saint, and it has the strength of being a king and worshipping the emperor.

Now it's by luck.

Although it has not left a trace, it is still too early to say that it is a bit inappropriate.

But this is Ye Xiao's absolute confidence.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and began to operate the sword element in his body, and the four sword souls in the soul sea also quickly fused together.

The extremely terrifying will of the kendo spreads.

Soaring for thousands of miles.

If it is said that the sword qi of the Tiger Breaking Heaven Six Sword Slaves can make the nearby air become flaming and cold.

Now Ye Xiao's sword qi directly makes every wisp of air a sharp sword.

Moment.

Ye Xiao seemed to have countless swords around him.

And he is the middle.

There is a feeling of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords.

Slowly suspended half a meter in the air, the black hair flew like splashing ink, and the sword qi like essence began to erupt wildly.

The heaven and earth aura within a radius of a kilometer was all drained and turned into a vacuum.

Then with the unsheath of the blood-drinking sword, everything got a cathartic point.

The blood-red sword body of the Blood Drinking Sword seemed to be unable to withstand such a powerful force, and it kept making a "creaking" sound.

Then quickly cut down.

When the sword qi fell on the emperor's stele, there was no scene of sparks.

Some just snort.

The voice is soft.

But when it fell on everyone's ears, it was like a muffled thunder explosion.

Blow them up in a daze, stunned, and dazed.

Immediately, I gasped.

looked at Ye Xiao with an extremely incredible gaze.

He said in an extremely trembling tone: "The Emperor Monument Marks actually made a sound, how is this possible!"

"Damn, do I have something wrong with my ears, I seem to hear something!"

"No, no, I don't believe it, I must be dreaming!"

The scene completely exploded, and all kinds of roars were mixed together, and the sound was so loud that it almost washed away the aura.

Hu Potian, Hei Qiong, Yuan Hengying, Wang Chenfeng and others all had round eyes.

Even the Six Sword Slaves, who had always been expressionless, showed a surprised expression.

But the sound of "snort" did not stop with a single sound.

And it's going on.

"Sneer"

The sound is constant.

Then everyone saw that a trace was slowly but surely appearing on the emperor's monument mark, which had been motionless.

The marks are like a small snake wriggling and getting longer.

The scene fell silent again.

There may be one shift in a while, and there will be two shifts if time permits!

(End of chapter)