Semua Bab Supreme Emperor of Swords: Bab 431 - Bab 440

In the next few days, Ding Hao appeared more and more in the square where the statue of the Northern Mysterious War God was located. He would choose three or four popular games to observe carefully every day. He had watched almost all the games among the young generations of the nine major sects. In the process, he had showed extremely critical and excellent vision. Each match he chose proved to be the most exciting matchup in the round. Therefore, many people took him as the bellwether. Every time the game started, people would first see which zone he appeared at, and then they could be assured that the game had to be the most exciting one. As they got more and more familiar with him, the awe toward him gradually dissipated and some brave ones even began to gather around him. In that process, his kindness was showed completely. He would explain some exciting moments that ordinary people couldn't understand, comment on the gain

He unexpectedly found that the screen in front of him had turned light red, and the countless pornographic images had been replaced by a fierce battle. The warriors with divine spears in their hands were fighting against the demons on the ground. The Gods, in gold armor, with infinite power, were controlling lightning and thunder to fight in the sky. There were many mysterious dead beings, strange ancient divine beasts and ominous beasts on the screen scroll. Limbs were flying, bones were piled up like hills, blood had flowed like a river, and the floating corpses trailed for a thousand miles. The sky was torn apart with cracks, and the ground had collapsed with a large amount of magma bursting out. The black smoke had covered the sky and earth... "This..." That screen had been there all the time without anyone changing it. But why did the images on it suddenly changed? Could it be that...? A bolt of lightning flashed in Ding H

Finally, the news that Sage Battlefield had opened spread wildly in Snow Province. It was definitely a thing more awesome than a Grading Meeting of a sect. Since God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region had got in charge of the Northern Region and suppressed the luck of the Human Tribe, in million years, Sage Battlefield had only opened for few times. Every time it opened, it was a super big event that shocked dozens of provinces in the Northern Region. When one thought about the domineering powerhouses on their lands in the Northern Region, they would find all those masters had made it out alive on Sage Battlefield. Sage Battlefield! The sage in Sage Battlefield meant that every expert that came out of the battlefield would eventually become a sage. In numerous years, more than 100 Martial Sage experts had come into being on the battlefield. At that time, no matter they were the nine sects, large Demon Tribes, or

Since the first moment that he gathered with others at the square, Ding Hao felt a little lost. Ding Hao did not notice anything around him even including Elder Chen's speech and the 10 Mysterious Frost Holy Guards. He had been waiting for Evil Moon the Fat Cat to find Zhang Xiaofan and bring him here in time because now was the last moment. If Xiaofan missed the chance to enter the space gate, he might have many difficulties when he wanted to take the long road to Green Province, where Sage Battlefield was set. "Why aren't they here yet? Did it fail to find Xiaofan? Or did Evil Moon the Fat Cat fail because it had been messing around?" Time was ticking away, and Ding Hao grew more and more anxious. At that time, thunderous screams rang by Ding Hao's ears, like thunder in early spring. Among them, there were also crazy shouts by disciples and elders from Tranquility Academy. A frown creased his forehead. Ding Hao looked around

Everyone looked back angrily. They saw a troop of about a hundred people below the city gate. The troop was led by 15 Mysterious Frost Holy Guards wearing golden helmets and armor with deep vital force, which was extremely terrifying. The others were some young people riding on handsome dragon-like horses of devil or demon lineage with feet ablaze. Although these young people were dressed differently, they were all in sixth-rank armor, and even their dragon-like horses were wearing armor, which made people shiver. "We are talking about you bumpkins. What are you looking at? Such weak, poor worms like you don't deserve admission to the 'Hundred Sages Battlefield'. Were it not for the kindness and justice of War God, it's better to find beggars from Giant Spirit City than choose you people..." the youth who had spoken before said with contempt. He seemed to be only 15 or 16 years old and had short red hair. He was holding a helmet in one hand and the reins