Chapter 1503 Madman Ding Yuan

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked sideways, and the crowd immediately became deathly silent.

Li Hanxue also stared at the gentle young man, with ups and downs in her heart, "Is he the Oniwu Saint Lord? The best person in the world in the holy realm?"

After a moment, the crowd immediately exploded like boiling water.

"Is this person the Lord Oniwu?"

"Isn't it possible? Lord Oniwu really came to Cuihong Villa?"

"Now there is a drama to watch. The grudges between the Five Sacred Lords and the Oniwu Sage can be completely understood here."

Saint Lord Zixu and Saint Lord Qingchen were also a little surprised after hearing what the young man said.

The Holy Lord Zixu is the fierce enemy of the Oniwu Holy Lord, so he naturally knows that this young man is not the real Oniwu Holy Lord.

Saint Lord Zixu stared at the young man and said, "You are not some Holy Lord of Ghost Martial Arts at all. Who are you?"

"What? He is not Oniwu Shengjun!" Everyone was shocked.

"What Holy Lord Zixu said is correct. It turns out he is not Lord Oniwu! This guy turns out to be a fake!"

The young man smiled and said: "I am Oniwu Sage, the real Oniwu Sage!"

Saint Lord Zixu said: "I advise you not to call yourself Lord Ghost Warrior, otherwise it will only bring you misfortune."

The young man smiled and said: "Others can call me this name, why can't I call it by it?"

Holy Lord Qingchen said: "Brother Zixu is really doing it for your own good. I'm afraid you don't know that Lord Oniwu is most afraid of others using his name to show off. He once set a rule that anyone who dares to use the name of Lord Oniwu will Everyone will be killed without mercy, no matter who they are!”

When the young man heard this, not only did he not feel timid at all, but he laughed endlessly, "Oniwu Shengjun doesn't let others use this name, but I insist on using it! This is my freedom! To tell you the truth, the reason why I use this name is, It’s just to anger Lord Oniwu and force him to come out and fight me.”

"You will regret this for the rest of your life." Saint Lord Zixu sighed.

The young man smiled and said: "I have never regretted anything I did."

"Chen Dingyuan, are you really desperate for your life?" At this time, a man about the same age as a young man emerged from the crowd. It turned out that this young man's real name, Chen Dingyuan, was a commoner from Jiezi Country, a small country in the northern border of Nebula Continent. He was smart and well-spoken since he was a child. After studying hard for ten years, he won the imperial examination and became the number one scholar. But at the moment when he became the number one scholar, he suddenly realized that everything in the world

All are empty, only martial arts is eternal! So he took off his official green shirt in front of the emperor, left the country of Jiezi, and set foot on martial arts. After a hundred years of hard training, he finally reached the peak of the cultivation of a holy king, and named himself the holy king of Dingyuan. This man's ambition is as high as the sky, and he aims to become the only unparalleled warrior in heaven and earth. But even though he has made a name for himself in the Nebula Continent and is recognized by many major sects as the number one person in the Saint King Realm, he still cannot be satisfied, just because he knows that the Nebula Continent is truly recognized as the number one person.

The master of the Holy Lord is not him, but the Oniwu Holy Lord.

For this reason, Chen Dingyuan once found Lord Oniwu once and tried his best to force Lord Oniwu to fight with him. But Oniwu Shengjun ignored him and left without even being interested in drawing his sword.

Chen Dingyuan felt it was a great shame and humiliation, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never give up until he defeated the Holy Lord Oniwu within the territory of Oniwu.

From then on, he wandered around Nebula in the name of Oniwu Shengjun, and finally came to Ryuhui Island, just to fight against Oniwu Shengjun.

Chen Dingyuan smiled and said: "You so-called geniuses are like trash. You don't even have the heart to challenge the strong. How can you truly surpass the peak and be proud of yourself? You don't dare to challenge Oniwu Shengjun, but I, Chen Dingyuan, Someone dares!"

Holy Lord Zixu said: "Confidence and blindness are always two different things."

Chen Dingyuan snorted coldly and approached the Five Sacred Lords, "Five Sacred Lords, do you dare to compete with me?"

The Holy Lord of the Five Mountains knows that Chen Dingyuan is powerful. From the way Chen Dingyuan subdued the boy just now, we can know that with the strength of the Holy Lord of the Five Mountains, there is basically no chance of winning against Chen Dingyuan.

"I'm really unlucky today! Zixu Shengjun didn't make things difficult for me, and now a fake Oniwu Shengjun shows up. The key is that this faker is very powerful!"

The Holy Lord of the Five Mountains suddenly became hesitant, "This is Longhui Island, guests can do as they please. We should all abide by the rules set by the owner of Longhui Island. It is not good to fight in private."

Seeing the ambiguous attitude of the Five Sacred Lords, everyone began to feel suspicious.

"Sage Lord Wuyue, could it be that your battle with Lord Oniwu was really just a boast?"

"Looking at his timid appearance, he is probably like this."

"Nonsense!" The Five Sacred Lords shouted angrily, "How could I, the Five Sacred Lords, do such a shameless thing?"

"Then you are going to fight Chen Dingyuan! Why do you want to avoid fighting?"

"This," said the Five Sacred Lords, "didn't I say it before? Now is not the time for sparring!"

Chen Dingyuan sneered and said: "Five Sacred Lords, whether you accept this battle or not today, you will never leave here."

Seeing this, Li Hanxue smiled secretly in her heart, "This guy doesn't have the strength to compete with Oniwu Shengjun, but he wants to brag about himself. Now it's too big."

The Holy Lord of the Five Mountains stared at Chen Dingyuan and said angrily: "Boy, don't force me!"

Chen Dingyuan pulled out the holy sword from his back and pointed the blade directly at the Five Sacred Lords. "Show your weapons! I won't take advantage of you."

"Damn it, I can't fight him. If I lose, it will be even more embarrassing." The Five Mountains Saint snorted coldly and turned away, "Ignorant boy, I won't bother with you today!"

"You rat still want to leave?"

Chen Dingyuan thrust his sword horizontally, and the sword light was like a golden dragon tearing through the night sky, stabbing the Five Mountains Saint back fiercely.

The Five Mountains Saint felt a chill on his back, and suddenly turned around, his five fingers shone brightly, the Saint King's power surged out, and he held the sword light tightly.

"Are you serious?"

"Nonsense! You rat who deceives the world and steals the name, die!"

Chen Dingyuan sneered, and the sword was like a swimming dragon, shaking up and down at an amazing frequency that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. Suddenly, the sky was full of sword light like locust rain, covering the Five Mountains Saint.

The Five Mountains Saint was shocked, and his hands danced together, breaking one sword light after another.

But the sword light was too dense, and the Five Mountains Saint could not defend it all, so he had to fight and retreat.

Chen Dingyuan took the opportunity to dodge and attacked the Five Mountains Saint from the side. The Five Mountains Saint was caught off guard and was hit by Chen Dingyuan's palm on the ribs. He flew past Li Hanxue and hit the wall hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, everyone was disappointed, "It turns out that this Five Mountains Saint is really just a person who seeks fame!"

"Bah! It's so disappointing! This kind of strength is not even as good as ours. He can only be regarded as a second-rate thing. How dare he claim to be comparable to the Ghost Warrior Saint!"

"Five Mountains dog thief, how dare you deceive us! You are so brave!"

Suddenly, the crowd was indignant and there was a posture of attacking in groups. The Five Mountains Saint felt bitter in his heart, "It's over."