At the beginning, the empress ordered death, and 100,000 dragon riders circled Chang'an

At this time, Lu Yuan had already arrived at the valley entrance.

However, Lu Yuan did not rush to act, but turned to Yu Xiang and asked:

"Yu Xiang, Xiyu investigated, how many years has the ancestor of the Sword-asking Sect been in seclusion?"

"My Lord, more than three hundred years."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan could not help but frown.

Three hundred years, this is not a short time...

"You say, after three hundred years, does the ancestor of the Sword-asking Sect have any hope of successfully being promoted to the Martial Emperor?"

Lu Yuan seemed to be questioning everyone, and seemed to be talking to himself.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to guarantee a reply.

Those who can become the ancestors of the Sword-asking Sect must have the talent of a group of people with extraordinary talents.

Whether a Martial Emperor can be achieved in three hundred years, no one can say for sure!

.....

Li Sandao beside him stood up and said:

"Master, why do you need three hundred years?"

"Give me another eighty years, and I can successfully advance to the realm of Martial Emperor!"

Li Sandao's eyes were calm, as if he was saying something certain.

If other practitioners saw Li Sandao's confident look, they would definitely laugh.

Eighty years?

For practitioners with long lives, eighty years is just a blink of an eye.

When you reach the Martial King, you have a lifespan of a thousand years.

And the higher the realm, the harder it is to advance!

It is not surprising that some high-level practitioners are stuck in one realm for thousands of years!

Therefore!

The higher the realm, the fewer people there are!

For example, there were hundreds of strong men in the Martial Sect of the Sword Sect before.

When they reached the Half Saint, it dropped to a dozen.

When they reached the Martial Saint, it was only one!

And now.

Li Sandao said that he could ensure that he could cultivate to the Martial Emperor in eighty years, and almost no one dared to believe it!

However, Lu Yuan believed it.

No other reason.

The strong men who came out of the system have this ability! !

"Haha, Li Sandao, I believe you have this ability."

"But now, after all, you are not a martial emperor, and you can't defeat a martial emperor."

Lu Yuan laughed.

What he lacks now is a martial emperor as a backup.

It is obvious that Li Sandao does not meet this condition.

"Forget it, to be safe, let's do an emperor-level lottery first..."

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Although he has two martial saints around him.

But Lu Yuan still dare not act rashly.

Who knows if his army will face a martial emperor when it rushes into the canyon?

"System, choose the emperor-level lottery!"

[Ding! The host chooses the emperor-level lottery, and the system is drawing...]

[Ding! The lottery is successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the exclusive legion: Yanyun Eighteen Riders! ]

[Yanyun Eighteen Riders, the leader is half emperor! The remaining seventeen riders are all at the peak of martial saint cultivation! 】

"I, Luo Yi, pay my respects to my lord!"

A big man with a black iron mask on his face, with only his eyes exposed, came to Lu Yuan and knelt down.

Behind him.

Seventeen strong men with two crescent-shaped scimitars on their waists and strong bows and feather arrows on their backs all exude a strong aura!

This is the unique momentum of killing in the sea of ​​blood and corpses!

The moment the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun appeared, everyone around them felt their hair stand on end!

Although these eighteen people did not deliberately release their aura, everyone still sensed a strong murderous aura coming towards them!

Especially Luo Yi!

As a half-emperor, his imperial power is so majestic that people cannot look directly at him!

Just standing there, he is like a blazing sun that looks down on the world!

"Luo Yi! Haha!"

Lu Yuan was stunned, and then ecstatic.

It seems that the Eighteen Riders he drew belong to the mythical version!

No wonder they have such strong strength!

Seventeen peak martial saints and one half emperor.

Even the war horses they rode are monsters comparable to martial zong realm!

This emperor-level lottery is absolutely worth the money!

It is estimated that they are all top rewards in the emperor-level lottery!

"My lord... I sensed a strong breath in the canyon, approaching rapidly..."

At this time, Luo Yi suddenly frowned and said.

Although the opponent is very weak.

But it seems that the master is weaker.

The existence of the opponent will undoubtedly pose a serious threat to the safety of the master!

What's more...

He also noticed that the opponent seemed to be ill-intentioned!

Hearing this, Lu Yuan was stunned.

"Strong breath?"

"Is it here? Ask the Sword Sect Patriarch."

Lu Yuan immediately understood.

The one who can make Luo Yi feel powerful must be the Sword Sect Patriarch who has been in seclusion!

Lu Yuan smiled.

What a coincidence! Luo Yi and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were just summoned when the Sword-Wen Patriarch arrived!

"Luo Yi, I leave it to you."

Lu Yuan looked at Luo Yi and smiled.

Let's give Luo Yi the sword-asking ancestor to practice with, as the first whetstone in this world!

"Yes! I will not fail the master's order!"

Luo Yi shouted in a deep voice.

Immediately, his eyes turned cold, his body was like the wind, and he led the eighteen riders and rushed into the canyon.

.......

"What a strong breath!"

At this time, the sword-asking ancestor suddenly felt a strong breath approaching him at a rapid speed.

A solemn look flashed in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen masked strong men with horrified auras appeared in front of him.

"I am Luo Yi, and I am here to take your heads by the master's order! "

Luo Yi rode on a warhorse and almost appeared in front of the Sword-asking Ancestor.

The eyes of the monster warhorse under his crotch were flashing and unruly, even the Sword-asking Ancestor couldn't help but take a look.

At the same time, a desert silver spear appeared in Luo Yi's hand, pointing at Ling Yunfeng and the Sword-asking Ancestor!

The Sword-asking Ancestor stared at Ling Yunfeng beside him,

"Are these the two Martial Saints you mentioned?"

What the hell.

Seventeen Martial Saints at the peak and one half-emperor at the late stage.

He was at the early stage of the half-emperor and had just awakened and had not yet recovered to his full state.

He was going to hit him with his head!

At this time, Ling Yunfeng was also confused.

The ones who attacked him before were clearly two Martial Saints.

How come there are more than a dozen now?

"How is it possible... How could so many masters suddenly appear under Lu Yuan? !"

"Eighteen Martial Saints at the peak? ? ? "

"No! This must be an illusion! "

Ling Yunfeng was about to collapse.

Oh my god.

Can you believe that you are a martial saint master?

But among the twenty people present, you are the lowest level!

What is even more inexplicable is.

Since Lu Yuan had so many elite soldiers and generals under his command before.

Why did he sneak attack a mere martial saint?

If he went straight, wouldn't he be crushed to death in minutes?

It makes no sense at all!

"Idiot! Don't you understand what the situation is now? !"

Ancestor Wenjian scolded with a dark face.

Is it the time to be entangled in these things?

Or think about how to survive!

Ling Yunfeng didn't dare to speak immediately.

He knew the temper of Ancestor Wenjian.

If he didn't know what was good for him... he suspected that his own ancestor would attack him!

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