The first day of late February.

Emperor Tianshu and his grandson Qin Wang Xuanyuan Yunjing came to the martial arts arena in person to watch the final battle of the martial arts competition held once every five hundred years.

The decisive battle is between Luo Ge and Qi Jiu.

In this decisive battle, the number of people who came to watch the battle was even greater than before. The spectator seats were full, and even the audience was crowded, leaving no space.

I had heard earlier that Mr. Qi and Miss Luo were in love with each other. They were going to have a duel today, and I don’t know who would be more merciful.

Although Miss Luo's cultivation level is much lower than Mr. Qi's, they always feel that Miss Luo still retains her trump card. If there is a real fight, it is not certain who will win and who will lose.

After all, one has extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, and the other is an extremely rare person who has practiced the art of sound control for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, the excitement in the eyes of the people present became more and more obvious as they watched the two people slowly entering the ring.

"Sir, please." Luo Ge looked at the majestic purple figure opposite, raised his lips and smiled, then raised his hand to take off his bamboo hat, revealing half of the golden dragon mask on his face.

She held the sword behind her back, bowed slightly, and smiled again.

"Please." Qi Jiu smiled.

He took off the long qin from his back, sat up in the air, and placed the qin on his knees.

"Hey, in the previous battles, didn't Mr. Qi hold the Changqin in one hand?"

"Yes, why do you have to play the piano with both hands when you are competing with Miss Luo today?"

"Isn't it the same as playing the piano with one hand? His body is not very easy to move."

"Yes, yes, if Miss Luo comes to fight at close range, Master Qi will undoubtedly be the one who suffers."

"..." "..."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Luo Tian smiled and remained silent.

Shui Zekong also sneered, rolled his eyes and said: "They must not know the reason."

"Yes." Wei Wuhen also laughed, and a hint of depth flashed in his eyes, "They must not know that Yun Fanjun played the piano with one hand and played because-" They were not good enough yet, let Yun Fan

Fanjun is playing the piano with both hands.

"Borrow the laws of heaven and earth, and be as urgent as the law!" Luo Ge raised his sword to the sky and shouted loudly.

Suddenly there was a stream of spiritual light that flowed down like a stream, following the tip of the sword and sinking into Luo Ge's body.

In an instant, everyone intuitively felt that Luo Ge's soul pressure had become stronger. It was originally in the realm of the Great Spiritual Master, but in an instant it became the soul pressure in the Spirit Emperor realm.

Qi Jiu, on the other hand, lowered his eyes and played the piano.

"Zheng——"

A sound of piano music spread out, and the Spirit Emperor came out with overwhelming pressure.

Two cultivators in the realm of Spiritual Emperors were competing in a martial arts competition. Although the people in the audience were afraid of the pressure of souls that were higher than their own because of their lack of cultivation, they were all excited.

Even the Emperor Tianshou had a faint boiling impulse in his heart.

Although Luo Ge borrowed the magic of heaven and earth to temporarily improve his cultivation level, so what's the harm?

"Jiu, please be careful."

Luo Ge slowly raised his eyes, holding the long sword and gently opening his lips.

At that time, she was like an unsheathed sword, with the sharpness in her whole body.

"good."

Qi Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Luo Ge, seeing her slashing towards him with her sword and plucking the strings with her ten fingers unhurriedly.

"Zheng!"

The loud music of the piano flew up and turned into a sound blade running towards the sword light swung by Luo Ge.

The sound blade collided with the sword light, and an extremely powerful wave suddenly spread out in all directions.

At the same time, a spiritual shield appeared around the arena, blocking the fluctuations - if not, most people in the audience would have been affected and injured.

At that time, everyone also discovered something - when Qi Jiu played the piano with both hands, the strength he displayed far exceeded that of playing the piano with one hand.

In other words, those people before told him that he was not even qualified to play the piano with both hands.

It's true that you can't do a few tricks when playing the piano with one hand, let alone playing the piano with both hands.

Everyone thought this, and as they felt ashamed, they straightened their necks and looked at the two people on the stage.

Luo Ge was just trying his best with this sword, so he wasn't surprised when he saw Qi Jiu defeating it easily.

She laughed, and there was a hint of excitement in her eyes - she had known Ah Jiu for so long and had never fought with him once. She might give it a try today.

So, she swung her sword forward again.

As soon as the sword went out, golden light filled the air. The golden light passed a few feet and condensed into a nine-color glazed golden dragon.

The nine-color glazed golden dragon slowly opened its eyes, and its red eyes immediately emitted a burst of pressure - this pressure belonged exclusively to the dragon clan, so only the disciples of the Long clan and Li Chi could feel it.

"Nine-color glazed golden dragon, what kind of dragon is this?"

"You must have been stunned by your studies. The nine-color glazed golden dragon is the original body of Emperor Fuyao!"

"Yes. The Emperor God was born from the sun, and his original body was the nine-color glazed golden dragon."

"Miss Luo's sword can actually transform into the original form of the ancient ancestor god. She is truly gifted!"

"Not only that, I also felt the pressure of the soul in it. It was the pressure of the soul that belongs exclusively to the Dragon Clan. I almost couldn't breathe."

"..." "..."

The disciples of the Long clan were whispering among themselves and looking at the giant dragon on the stage with awe and admiration in their eyes.

Qi Jiu looked at the nine-color glazed golden dragon entrenched in front of Luo Ge, smiled, lowered his head and played the piano with his ten fingers.

A ray of spiritual light spread from Qi Jiu's body, and then he saw a snow-white nine-tailed phoenix tens of feet long condensed on it.

The phoenix sings a long cry, its sound is clear and loud.

Changlong groaned, his voice deep and majestic.

Everyone knew that the phoenix in front of Qi Jiu was a phoenix, but Li Chi recognized it at a glance. It was the original form of Phoenix Patriarch, the original form of Emperor Yunji - the nine-tailed phoenix that reaches the sky.

"Aren't these two ancestors showing off like this afraid that the One in Heaven will see them?" Li Chi murmured in a low voice, with a worried look in his eyes.

Yu Qingqing has never been a kind-hearted person. He knew this from the time when he ascended the throne of God and wanted to massacre the Dragon Clan.

If my father hadn't chosen to sleep forever and used his remaining bloodline power to preserve the remaining dragon clan, I'm afraid they would have ceased to exist long ago.

Although, they can no longer be regarded as dragons now.

Luo Ge smiled slightly when he saw the phoenix behind Qi Jiu.

Sure enough, her smelly phoenix is ​​the most beautiful phoenix - it looks all white, much prettier than those colorful ones.

She swung her sword out, and the dragon roared along with the sword energy and rushed out with thunderous force.

Qi Jiu didn't hesitate, stroked the strings of the piano, and asked the phoenix to sing, and then it flew out.

Emperor Tianshu couldn't help holding his breath when he saw a dragon and a phoenix colliding.
Chapter completed!