Chapter 113 The Game Begins

"Grandfather? What's going on?" Mo Qingkuang was a little puzzled and asked Mo Fan secretly.

Mo Fan had said before that he was familiar with the Fallen Leaf King Mausoleum. Now the Fallen Leaf King Mausoleum appeared, but it was not really opened. I don't know why.

Mo Fan chuckled: "Let them toss it first. It will depend on you in a while."

Somehow, Mo Qingkuang heard a hint of weirdness in Mo Fan's tone, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Led by Wu Ming, the three martial masters stepped forward together, and their powerful momentum soared into the sky, scaring everyone to retreat a long distance to avoid accidental injuries.

Wu Ming shouted in a low voice, clenched his hands, and a big stick condensed by black true energy slowly emerged in his hands.

Wu Ming jumped high, and the big stick in his hand quickly grew bigger and longer, and smashed it hard towards the entrance. This blow was terrifying and powerful. People around could feel the cold breath coming from a long distance, and even heard some howling sounds faintly.

Then Lu Qing also drew out his sword and pointed it toward the sky. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder. It was unknown whether Lu Qing had intentionally guided it or the sword was raised too high. A bolt of lightning struck down and wrapped around the sword.

Following the lightning on the sword, Lu Qing raised his hand and chopped it. There was lightning and thunder. The terrifying sword light came later but arrived first, and was even faster than Wu Ming who had made the first move.

This was the unique skill of the Yuan Sword Sect, the True Essence Lightning Sword! The True Essence Lightning Sword was an earth-level martial art. With the help of the power of thunder and lightning, the sword moves were more destructive and faster. Lu Qing's name of the fast sword came from practicing this sword technique.

Then, the Yuan Kuang also shouted angrily and dragged out the sword from his back. He was no longer the hunched old man he had just been. Instead, his beard and hair were flying, and he was extremely arrogant.

The long sword has nine rings, and the dazzling sword light burst out violently under the infusion of his true energy. The violent sword energy flew everywhere, even cutting the clothes and cheeks of some people who were closer.

Yuan Kuang shouted violently, and chopped down the long sword fiercely. A huge sword light of more than ten feet was swung out from his hand and went straight to the entrance! Its momentum was even greater than the attacks of Wu Ming and Lu Qing, and it faintly produced some sense of suppression!

"Is this, the Tyrant Sword?" Han Yan'er exclaimed in a low voice.

The Tyrant Sword is one of the unique skills of the Tiandao Sect. It is a high-level martial art of the earth level. It is extremely powerful and cannot be practiced by those who are not powerful in true energy. It is also extremely difficult.

Anyone who practices the Tyrant Sword is a good player of challenging beyond the level. No wonder ordinary martial kings are unwilling to easily provoke this Yuan Kuang.

This is also the first time that Mo Qingkuang has seen someone from the Tiandao Sect take action. The martial arts master's sword is so domineering!

The three martial masters attacked together, and the terrifying momentum almost destroyed the prison mountain range. Everyone also felt that in this way, the restriction of the Fallen Leaf King's Mausoleum should be broken.

Everyone looked at the entrance, and the restriction seemed to have sensed the huge threat. The light was bright, and faintly, it seemed that an illusory light and shadow emerged.

The knife, sword, and stick fell on the formation almost in order, and a deafening energy fluctuation burst out.

The figure in the formation also raised his legs and kicked out three times in the blink of an eye, responding to the attacks of the three people respectively.

The roar exploded almost at the same time, deafening, and everyone was shocked back several steps by the collision of this energy.

After a while, everyone came back to their senses from the shock.

Is it broken?

No!

Turning around, the entrance of the Fallen Leaf King's Mausoleum was intact, and even the stone tablet at the door was not damaged. Only an illusory figure was seen floating in the formation, shining brightly.

It can be vaguely identified that it is a very old man.

"Who disturbed my sleep?" The old man looked old, but his voice was as strong as a bell, clearly spreading throughout the mountain range, so that everyone could hear it.

"Is this... King Luoye?" This was the doubt in everyone's heart.

"Hello, Senior King Luoye." Everyone bowed their hands tightly.

The old man did not calm down because of the humility of the crowd. He turned his head to look at Wu Ming and the other three, and snorted coldly: "It was you three guys who did it just now?"

"Humph, dig the grave if you want to dig the grave. In the past, I also took treasures from the relics of my ancestors. But how can you be so determined to destroy it?"

King Luoye looked unkind, and Wu Ming and the other two were also a little speechless: "If it weren't for you to set up such a restriction here, do you think the three of us would be willing to play like this?"

Although they knew that King Luoye was a remnant soul, he could resist the attacks of three martial masters alone, and the people present could not be defeated together.

"Please forgive me, senior." The three of them surrendered.

King Luoye sneered, "The treasures in my tomb were originally left for future generations to find, but you have to follow my rules."

"Please tell me, senior!"

King Luoye cleared his throat and said, "My tomb will only be opened when the descendant of King Nihua appears. You here..."

He glanced around and suddenly stopped at Mo Qingkuang in the crowd.

"He is here!" He opened his hand and clenched it, and Mo Qingkuang was caught out of control and suspended in the air.

"Senior, please show mercy!" Wu Ming saw that it was Mo Qingkuang who was caught, and hurriedly said.

King Luoye ignored him, but controlled Mo Qingkuang to spin in the air: "Well, a delicate young man. Nihua is still obsessed with looks as always, but his vision is not very good. With this little talent, is he worthy of inheriting my "Falling Leaf Treasure Book"? "

Everyone looked at Mo Qingkuang who was toyed with by King Luoye in the air, and they were also a little gloating in their hearts.

"It turns out that this is Kuang Qing who became the final winner in the Nianhua King's Tomb!"

"Brother, you are behind the times. Kuang Qing is a pseudonym, but his real name is Mo Qingkuang! He is also the top scholar in this year's Tianxuan Martial Arts Competition!"

"Whether he is the first scholar in literature or the first scholar in martial arts, I heard that the Fallen Leaf King and the Nianhua King are mortal enemies. He will not crush Mo Qingkuang to death here..."

Looking at Mo Qingkuang in mid-air, Lin Yang's eyes burst out with intense anger. This Mo is frivolous and has repeatedly ruined his good deeds. In the last battle between Medicine Saint and Mo Fan, Lin Yang was almost killed. It took him a lot of pills to recover. The inventory obtained from the Nianhua King's Tomb has been exhausted.

This time when the Luoye King's Tomb appeared, he had to come, because he knew that Mo Qingkuang, who had obtained the inheritance of Nianhua King, would definitely come!

In addition, there were two beauties who clenched their little hands tightly.

One was Han Yan'er out of concern, and the other was Chu Yanran who was next to Lin Yang with eyes full of resentment.

The Fallen Leaf King smiled and continued: "I know your purpose of coming here. But as the successor of Nianhua, you make me very unhappy!"

"Well, let's play a game. My inheritance is in the royal tomb. You can go and get it, but I will add some trouble to you. From now on, before this son gets the inheritance from this king, Kill him and you will get the king’s inheritance!”

With that said, he threw Mo Qingkuang towards the entrance. The formation at the entrance instantly dissipated and turned into a black wormhole. His figure also disappeared along with Mo Qingkuang.

The teasing voice of the Fallen Leaf King echoed through the sky: "Now, the game begins."