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Chapter 283 You are not qualified to fight!

The monks watching the battle were all gloating and enjoying the fun.

Wu Xun's attack was out of helplessness; he had no choice but to fight back.

If he doesn't fight back, how can he still have his current status and influence in the eyes of the Silver Frost Empire and the many forces in Middle-earth?

Who in the Silver Frost Empire would still regard him as the heir to the royal family? Who would still regard him as a top talent?

The soldiers and monks of the Silver Frost Empire gasped in excitement when they saw the giant Silver Frost dragon summoned by their own prince. It was like a god from heaven, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

"The new ruler of Dayan is too ignorant of his own highness. Your Highness, teach him a lesson severely."

"Kill this clown. Heroes are emerging in this era, and the destiny of Middle-earth will soon no longer belong to Dayan!"

Even though Wu Xun had analyzed Lu Mingyuan's combat power before and found it to be roughly equivalent to the eleventh realm, he still did not dare to underestimate his opponent.

It should be noted that the gap in strength is still huge in every realm.

Just like the Confucian saints.

Although they all have the title of saint, they have been blessed by the resonance of the way of heaven, their knowledge has spread to various countries, and the top saints whose schools are popular for a time are definitely more popular and stronger than those saints whose knowledge is less popular.

Since Lu Mingyuan was able to defeat two Buddhist Arhats so quickly just now, he is already a leader among the eleven realms.

"You're just in time. You're brave. If I defeat you, the destiny of the Silver Frost Empire will belong to me."

Regardless of whether Wu Xun agreed or not, Lu Mingyuan shouted this first.

To boost your own momentum.

Lu Mingyuan reached out his right hand into the air and pulled it backwards.

The martial arts energy in the acupoints quickly flowed towards the palms, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was like a black hole, being quickly absorbed by the vast dantian.

"Wow!"

Between him and Wu Xun, a long river of sword energy formed by the essence of heaven and earth formed, rolling violently. With the support of the profound meaning of sword in his body, it became more and more fierce, like a galloping horse.

The endless river of knives seemed to fall from the sky.

Resist the Silver Frost Dragon's blue flame breath.

Soon, Wu Xun was horrified to find that he had fallen into a rapidly swirling river and was surrounded by sword energy. On the other side of the river, he could see Lu Mingyuan standing there with his fists clenched.

"Pfft!"

The sword lights all over the sky hit various parts of the Silver Frost Dragon's body, and blood mist splashed everywhere.

After a while, the Silver Frost Dragon let out a mournful cry.

The entire huge body fell to the ground.

Even Wu Xun was thrown out from mid-air, with a bloody hole the size of a bowl appearing on his chest.

When he fell to the hillside of a mountain, he finally managed to summon a little strength, controlled his body's center of gravity, and put his feet on a hundred-meter-tall pine tree in the valley.

Various parts of the Silver Frost Dragon's body exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

If the dragon had not resisted, he would have died long ago.

Wu Xun's skin was extremely pale and covered with dense cracks, like ceramic, emitting a faint golden light, and it seemed that it would break with the slightest touch.

Only he can withstand this sword.

He is the son of the empire and has a noble status. When he goes out, his body is already covered with Buddhist and Sanskrit symbols compiled by the Buddha, and the symbols are integrated into his skin, muscles, bones, and blood.

It was precisely because of the protection of Buddhist, Taoist and Sanskrit that his body did not explode under the pressure of the sword energy and barely maintained its appearance!
The whole valley suddenly became quiet. The noise disappeared and only the whistling wind in the canyon could be heard.

Even Luo Lingxiao and the Crown Prince of the Great Sui Dynasty looked at each other in disbelief, no longer believing that Lu Mingyuan had only reached the eleventh level of enlightenment.

Because, even for them, it would be extremely difficult to severely injure the giant dragon raised by Wuxun with one sword.

This giant dragon is a true dragon blood that has guarded the Silver Frost Empire for thousands of years. It has 30% of the pure blood of the ancient true dragon clan. It is rumored that it is the result of the battle obtained by the ancestors of the Great Frost from the wilderness. Lu Mingyuan's sword was so amazing, as if the stars broke through the sky and the scorching sun fell to the ground.

This caused many cultivators to question the authenticity of his cultivation.

Now that the facts are before us, is Lu Mingyuan really a warrior in the Yuhua realm?
This was because even Luo Lingxiao, who had mastered the ancient flying sword and was known as a giant in swordsmanship, was not so strong even when he was at the eleventh level.

After a brief silence, an uproar broke out.

"Lu Mingyuan is so powerful. Wu Xun is not even a match for him."

"Lu Mingyuan must have reached the level of a celestial warrior. If what he said is true, then based on his performance in the battle against the Demon Lord in the Wilderness Cave Heaven three years ago, he is now capable of competing with the geniuses of the six nations."

Two Buddhist monks flew to Wuxun's side and wanted to support him.

"Go away!"

Wu Xun's heart was filled with rage, and a red Buddhist energy burst out from his body, knocking the two Buddhist monks away like scarecrows.

Lu Mingyuan smiled and said, "I see that you seem very unwilling to accept your defeat, but you still lost after all. From now on, the destiny of the Silver Frost Empire belongs to me."

Before Wu Xun opened his mouth, Cao Zongxi, the crown prince of the Great Sui Dynasty, had already flown over. It seemed that with the help of destiny, he had already reached the eleventh realm. He stood above the sea of ​​trees and forests, looking down at Lu Mingyuan, and said:
"Lu Mingyuan, you are not qualified to make this bet, let alone be the master of the world. Now Da Yan will not be recognized by the next Mandate of Heaven. Our six countries are all great powers that have inherited the Mandate of Heaven. We are qualified to speak out against the six countries. Da Yan is the one that should disappear the most in the Middle Earth."

"Don't think I don't know. Did you take in the evil woman who left the Song Dynasty, and did you collude with the Holy Nether Demon Kingdom?"

Lu Mingyuan understood the situation of the six countries.

Cao Zongxi also understood the situation in Dayan.

Lu Mingyuan was not surprised by this situation.

He had intended to block the news about Wu Gongyu in Dayan, but it was still leaked out, indicating that there were spies from the Sui Dynasty inside Dayan.

Cao Zongxi saw that Lu Mingyuan's behavior today was too abnormal, and he intended to provoke a fight and fight against the heroes alone.

In this case, he naturally cannot get what he wants.

Lu Mingyuan looked up and glanced at Cao Zongxi, and laughed, "You must be Cao Zongxi, right? You were also in a state of panic when you were surrounded by the demon army."

Cao Zongxi knew that Lu Mingyuan was deliberately provoking him, but he did not get angry at all. Instead, he attacked with words: "Da Yan is so arrogant and domineering, just to seize the initiative in the war and let Tianjiao take the initiative so that you can defeat them one by one, right?"

"Unfortunately, Da Yan has not received the destiny. There will be no place for you in the future, and there will be no place for you in the Middle-earth world either."

"Your elaborate plan doesn't work."

Lu Mingyuan did not get angry. He smiled faintly and said, "You are the least qualified to say that to me. Among the six kingdoms, the Great Sui Dynasty is considered strong, but you are among the weakest ones. You can only rely on that old eunuch beside you. It's really pitiful."

Upon hearing this, Cao Zongxi said lightly, "Oh, keep scolding me. I'll make you suffer when the Immortal Senior takes action himself."

Lu Mingyuan had to admit that Cao Zongxi had some brains.

I have seen his intention.

They wanted to use the six countries to take the initiative to provoke trouble, and then fight back, to seize the initiative in battlefield discourse and to control the weapon of public opinion.

Cao Zongxi didn't want to get what he wanted.

Originally, he had pretended to be arrogant and ridiculed the heroes of the world with words, which had already aroused the dissatisfaction of most of the cultivators present and mobilized everyone's emotions. Coupled with the influence caused by the heavy blow to Wu Xun by the sword, those self-important immortals and powerful people would most likely fight him for their own reputation and face.

As long as the war breaks out, it won’t matter what destiny the six nations sacrifice.

As long as he can win, and keep winning, the destiny of the six nations will belong to him.

Your own strength will continue to improve, and even if a saint takes action, it will be of no use.

However, Cao Zongxi interrupted his plan and instead wanted to draw on the more powerful power of land immortals to deal with him.

This was quite disadvantageous for Lu Mingyuan, and he couldn't help but think about it in his mind.

Is there any way to get everyone to make a big move?

There are so many things to do today! I will make up for it later!
(End of this chapter)