The Strongest Inner Sea

"Please pass a message to me. This is the last time Nan has challenged. The positions of the five Yuanzuns in the Inner Sea of ​​Tianqin will also change their positions from today..."

The three-killing Emperor Nan closed his eyes, his white hair swayed in the wind, and his voice was extremely dull, but his words shocked the millions of monks below.

Wow~~

There were tens of millions of monks on Tianru Island in a boiling manner, and the news spread quickly to the entire island.

"The three kills of Emperor Nan are becoming more and more arrogant. He has lost to the sages of Confucius several times before. This time he came to challenge again, and threatened to change the five Yuan Zuns."

A powerful Confucian Nascent Soul sneered in a low voice.

"A joke, the status of the strongest in the inner sea cannot be shaken. We are waiting to watch the show and observe the appearance of the strongest in the inner sea."

"The previous few challenges of the Southern Emperor three times were secret duels and retreated. This time he actually challenged openly, and he also said that it was the last challenge and was full of confidence. Is he really confident?"

...

All the seniors on Tianru Island came to the scene of the past, and they all had a lot of theories and were full of mouths, making them very lively.

However, most people are very excited about this matter.

Fights like this level are rare, and they are usually high-level, and they may be rarely seen once in a lifetime.

Yang Fan flew out of the Zitian Palace with the seniors and observed the charm of the inland figures of the three kills of the Southern Emperor above.

"The cultivation of the Southern Emperor three times has improved by leaps and bounds a hundred years ago..."

Yang Fan's eyes swept towards the white-haired man floating upwards, and he clearly noticed that the other party had changed.

At the same time, he was also looking forward to the appearance of the Confucian sage Kong Le.

Just as Yang Fan looked at the three-killing Emperor Nan, the white-haired man with his eyes closed seemed to have a sense of emotion and suddenly opened his eyes.

A sharp light bloomed from the eyes of the Three Killing Emperor Nan, and was frozen from the crowd of millions of monks to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was slightly surprised that this person had such a keen fighting intuition and suddenly felt his existence.

When the Sankhadi Emperor opened his eyes and stared at Yang Fan, the monks within a hundred feet of his body suddenly had difficulty breathing, their faces were pale and chilling.

However, Yang Fan, the person involved, stood among the crowd of millions of monks, with a calm expression and a calm look, and he had a relationship with the Three Killing Emperor Nan.

A strange color flashed through the eyes of Emperor Sankhao, and his heart was shocked. Unexpectedly, in addition to Kong Le, there were also existences of the same level on Tianru Island.

The man in front of him stood still in an ordinary way, like an endless forest, unpredictable, and like a tall mountain, insurmountable.

Unfathomable.

This is the feeling of killing the Southern Emperor three times.

Faced with this situation, he felt a hint of fighting spirit, but Hu Fei beside Yang Fan.

"This white-haired boy is very powerful, and I really want to fight with him."

Hu Fei's eyes shone and he rubbed his hands, looking ready to move.

"Don't act rashly first, this person is challenging the sages of Confucianism..."

Yang Fan said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Hu Fei had to temporarily restrain his fighting spirit, and his face still seemed impatient.

"If you kill the Southern Emperor three times, how can you allow you to be arrogant and arrogant? This palace advises you to come down and apologize to Lord Kong Le in person. Even if it is a challenge, you can do it privately."

The old Confucian scholar in green clothes speaks righteously.

"This battle is bound to be won by Nan and must be made public."

The three kills Emperor Nan closed his eyes again, his tone was very plain, but his words were extremely arrogant.

"It's ridiculous and sad. The real strongest person will not allow you to challenge-"

"A few nonsense, if you talk nonsense, don't blame Nan for being ruthless."

The voice of the Southern Emperor three times was indifferent.

"You——" the old scholar in green clothes looked ashen.

"One of the principles of three killings, those who are long-winded and hypocritical will kill them!!"

The three killing emperor opened his eyes and a cold star burst out. The bone-broken murderous cold air made the originally boiling scene fall into silence.

The sound of heartbeat and breathing is as clear as this.

The old scholar in the green shirt had anger in his eyes, and was on the verge of an outbreak, but under the cold murderous intent of killing the Southern Emperor three times, cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

The principle of three killing is the principle of killing the Southern Emperor famous in the inner sea. Once the principle is violated in front of him, not many people will survive.

"kill!!"

As soon as the words came to an end, a dazzling white sword light flashed across the fingertips of Emperor Sankha's fingers, cutting through the sky, flashing in a flash.

Scream-

The old scholar in Qingshi's cultivation reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul shaking, his figure shattered, and the magnificent spiritual energy around him was shattered, and a white light disappeared from him.

The forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was a blood mark on his shoulder, right next to his throat. If he reacted a little slower, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The moment when the three-killing Emperor Nan took action, Yang Fan couldn't help but take a breath. The opponent's attack speed was terrifying. Before he blinked his eyes, the old scholar in blue shirt was injured.

"You are a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Nan Mouyi's sword was not killed. You can attack endlessly and chase after three days."

Sankilling Emperor Nan sneered a sneer on his lips.

Violating the principle of three killings, if an ordinary monk, including the early and middle stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage, the three killings of the Southern Emperor will only use one sword, and basically kill one sword in seconds.

At that time, Qinglong's left guardian died in Tianleyuan. The Qinglong was prepared in advance, and with the dragon pattern scroll to protect him, he could barely save his life.

For the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, if they violate the principle of three kills, there will be no such restriction. They will be chased by the Southern Emperor of Three Killing for three days, without any restrictions on using swords and moves.

This is the game, a custom game made by the peak powerhouse.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!!"

The old scholar in blue shirt sneered, and a majestic purple aura rose all over his body, and thunder patterns were faintly flashing inside. An ancient sword appeared in his hand, and the cold air was scattered. As soon as he swept, a purple sword light that was as bright as the daylight was pouring out.

Both of them are the great monks of the Nascent Soul, although the old scholar in the green shirt is afraid of the other party, he is not yet as brave as not to resist at all.

At this moment, in front of so many people, how can he bear the face of killing Emperor Nan three times?

Even if you fight for this life, you will not surrender to the other party's tyranny.

"Very good. I will warm up with you before fighting with Kong Le."

The three-killing Emperor Nan's body looked like lightning, and the three-color lights and shadows swung past the void, and white sword lights flew out in the blink of an eye, instantly covering the old scholar in blue-shirted clothes.

The old scholar in green clothes waved his ancient sword and fought dozens of times with the three-killer Southern Emperor in an instant.

Puff~~

At one moment, he retreated quickly, groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and five colors. There were many sword marks on his body, and several of them were close to the vital parts.

"Your death is coming."

The three-killing Emperor Nan's eyes showed murderous intent, and was like a shadow, and his speed was faster than him. He chased after him in his breath, and a balanced three-color sword energy condensed between his palms.

The old scholar in blue shirt stiffened his body and felt breathless.

Yang Fan also sensed that the three-color sword light condensed between the palm of the Southern Emperor's hand of the Three Killings reached the critical point of the Nascent Soul Stage and approached the God Transformation Stage.

Such a blow comes from behind, even if the old scholar in Qingshi cannot be killed, he can seriously injure him.

At this critical moment.

"stop."

A vast and vast voice seemed to come from the world, causing the Sankha Nandi to pause and look sideways in a certain direction.

"Hahaha...Kong Le, are you finally willing to come out?"

The three kills the Southern Emperor to stop chasing him, and his eyes are full of expectations and excitement.

As soon as the sound of the blue sound fell, a blue light and shadow came through the clouds, revealing a middle-aged man in his seventies.

The old man, three feet tall, had white beards floating, was wearing an old white Confucian robe, with many patches on it, and held a blue iron ruler in his hand, with a majestic and harmonious face.

With his arrival, a grand and vast Confucian spirit shook the sky.

"Sages of Confucianism!!"

"Keep to the sages!!"

The many Confucian monks below were in full bloom, excited, worshiping and respecting them as gods.

Yang Fan carefully looked at the Confucian sages who were one of the five great Yuanzuns in the Inner Sea.

This was also the first time he witnessed the twelve most powerful people in the Inner Sea head-on.

"Nan Jian Emperor, you are here after all..."

Kong Le's expression was peaceful, his eyes fixed on the three-killing Emperor Nan, sighing with a hint of melancholy.

Yang Fan seemed to feel an indescribable feeling from his tone.
To be continued...