Chapter 100 Fighting!

"Your Highness..."

Looking at the expression of his ministers who were hesitant to speak, the Spiritual Emperor glanced at his daughter with a stiff smile and sighed.

"We will discuss this later. Let's see how the battle goes first."

Hearing His Majesty speak, the ministers responded in unison: "Yes."

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Inside the Imperial Palace.

Watching the projection of the Sword Emperor whose golden light gradually dissipated and whose arm returned to its original state, Wang Xianxian's body tensed slightly and he was ready to fight again.

The projection of the Sword Emperor, which had entered the third stage, looked at the boy not far away.

For the first time, a fearful look appeared in his calm eyes.

After the first two stages of the battle, the projection of the Sword Emperor had come to a conclusion.

The boy in front of him not only had much stronger physical and mental strength than him, but even his own talent could not suppress him.

Even, the opponent's sword intent had reached an incredible number.

Facing such an enemy, you cannot rashly use a killing move.

You must first make up for the gap in hard power between the two sides!

Thinking of this, the projection of the Sword Emperor took a deep breath.

And then, the familiar black and white energy surged out of the space again.

The huge power of heaven and earth directly poured into his body and merged into every corner of his body.

With the power of heaven and earth, the physical attributes of the Sword Emperor projection also ushered in a surge.

At the same time, the young man in the distance stood with his head raised and drank from a pot.

Unlike the sharp sword intent that continued to overflow around the Sword Emperor projection, the boy's body was surrounded by sword intent, and at the same time, it also added a few mysterious aura fluctuations.

"That's, the wine!" Lin Jiu stood up suddenly!

The high-level warriors with a wide range of experience also quickly recognized the mysterious aura added by the boy.

"This boy is really terrible. At such a young age, he actually comprehended the dual meanings of sword and wine at the same time!"

"It's worthy of being the illegitimate son of His Majesty the Spirit Emperor who has been hidden for many years."

Although ordinary audiences can't tell the extra abnormality around the boy, as warriors, they also understand a thing or two.

The two sword warriors in the duel, if they did not launch an attack, but chose to improve their attributes through secret techniques.

This often means the beginning of the fight!

The primitive and savage animal nature has always been hidden in the blood of human warriors.

They are eager to fight, eager to be strong, and eager to win!

Everyone was concentrating on the two sword cultivators on the screen.

Some fine wine overflowed from the corners of the boy's mouth, gathered at his jawline, flowed down his neck, and finally wet his clothes on his chest.

After wiping off the remaining wine from the corners of his mouth, Wang Xianxian looked straight ahead.

The projection of the Sword Emperor opposite him was also staring at him.

The will to fight! Rising!

Almost at the same time, the two of them clenched their swords!

They stared at each other, then raised their swords and slashed at the enemy.

The distance between the two of them was quickly shortened!

Fifty meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters...

The mirror images of the two gradually reflected on the swords of the two swords.

In an instant, the cold light arrived!

Clang——

The shocking sound waves emitted by the collision of the sword blades swept the battlefield like a sandstorm.

The two held their swords in a stalemate.

Feeling the power coming from the sword body, the projection of the Sword Emperor looked at the boy who was close at hand and smiled playfully.

"Since you have decided to fight, I hope you won't slow down before you please me."

Wang Xianxian didn't speak, but kept increasing the strength of holding the sword.

However, what he didn't expect was that the power of the Sword Emperor projection was not weaker than his.

The young man's surprise made the Sword Emperor projection feel happy: "Do you regret it?"

Wang Xianxian glanced at the Sword Emperor projection indifferently.

"Swordsman, draw the sword without regret."

The Sword Emperor projection was stunned, and after a little thought, a strange smile hung on his face.

"This sentence... is really interesting..."

After saying that, the Sword Emperor projection suddenly exerted force.

The huge force directly made Wang Xianxian's figure retreat several meters backward.

In the gap of retreating, Wang Xianxian took the opportunity to control the flying sword to slash at the Sword Emperor projection.

Facing dozens of flying swords stabbing at him, the Sword Emperor projection quickly waved the ancient long sword in his hand.

The extremely fast sword skills turned the simple sword into a ruthless cutting machine, which directly shook Wang Xianxian's wine sword away.

Finally, while the Sword Emperor projection repelled all the drunken swords, Wang Xianxian also stabilized his body.

Seeing this, the Sword Emperor projection stood in place, and the sword in his hand also changed its posture.

The power of heaven and earth on his body was constantly rippling like a bell.

He was accumulating strength!

Through his movements, Wang Xianxian could feel the violent energy in the Sword Emperor projection.

The young man tensed his body, lowered his center of gravity, and stared at the opponent's sword.

After accumulating strength, the Sword Emperor projection was wrapped in black and white energy.

He used his legs to kill Wang Xianxian like a cannonball!

The audience watching the live broadcast saw this, and their hearts were raised to their throats.

"Fuck, hide, why are you standing there!"

"The attributes of the Sword Emperor projection have skyrocketed, and the attribute suppression has been lost. How can we fight it?"

"Haha, this is obviously scared silly, Tianjiao is like this?"

Wang Xianxian took a deep breath, stretched his shoulders, and the red-gold Golden Crow Fire ignited from him again.

Then, the boy's jet-black hair turned into a soft pink color as if it was ignited by the fire of the Golden Crow!

This pink color was exactly the same as the hair color of Yun Xian'er.

To be more precise, it was the hair color of the Spirit Emperor.

"Empowerment!"

The Great Sun Golden Crow image rose slowly from behind the boy like the morning sun.

The Golden Crow flapped its wings and cried loudly, and the boy's sword was quickly ignited by the golden flame.

Wang Xianxian, who had gained a powerful boost, looked at the rapidly approaching enemy, and his legs burst out with unimaginable power, shooting forward.

In an instant, the swords collided with each other with supreme power.

The ground under the feet of the two people cracked into a spider web because of the powerful force!

The collision was just the beginning of the fight.

After resisting the powerful impact, Wang Xianxian quickly swung the Xianxian Sword and slashed out. Seeing this, the projection of the Sword Emperor also swung his sword in response!

Clang——

The sound of the collision between the swords resounded through the sky!

Both of them danced the swords in their hands with afterimages!

The sound of the swords rang out when the blades collided, playing a symphony full of violence!

In the flash of swords and shadows, the eyes of the two collided with each other.

Feeling the murderous intent between each other to put each other to death, the speed of the two people swinging swords increased again.

Clang——

After another collision that penetrated the sky, the two figures retreated at the same time.

Simply adjusting the disordered breath in the body, Wang Xianxian and the projection of the Sword Emperor launched an attack at the same time.

The fight is on again!

The health bar of the Sword Emperor's projection is rapidly decreasing, and as a price, the boy's blood is constantly splashing in the sky.

The blood-for-blood battle is daunting.

Rather than saying it is a duel, it is more like the most primitive and bloody fight of beasts.

Everyone watching the fight was shocked by this brutal, bloody and exciting fight.

The cheers and shouts were like a tsunami, flooding all the cities of Daxia.

"It's so fucking exciting!!!"

"This is a real man, this is the sword cultivator of my dreams!!!"

"Yunjiu is awesome!!!"

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Emperor's Palace, Observation Room.

Lin Lei, who was wrapped in bandages, looked at Wang Xianxian who was constantly swinging his sword, and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Brother Yun, kill!!!"

Du Yin, who was also in a mess next to him, frowned and kicked Lin Lei with his foot.

"What are you killing? You can't see what situation he is in now, right?"

Just when Lin Lei was confused, Wang Beichen, who was lying on the bed in the corner of the observation room, sneered.

"Hehe, exchanging blood with the projection, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"The projection's blood loss will not affect its own condition, but the challenger is just a flesh and blood body, and getting injured will cause the physical condition to seriously decline."

Hearing this, Lin Lei suddenly reacted.

He didn't even care about the sarcasm in Wang Beichen's words, and looked at Wang Xianxian who was fighting on the screen with worry, muttering to himself.

"Brother Yun, you can't lose..."