Saint Yin Hong said with a hint of worry.
"What are you afraid of? The worst that can happen is that a few saints will die. When has this saint ever been afraid of fighting?"
Among the few people, the saint with the most outstanding appearance spoke in a voice like thunder.
Of course, no matter how loudly they talk here, no one can hear them down there.
The people below could only see the vast holy sounds and frequent strange visions in the sky, which were extremely mysterious.
This open-mouthed saint was nearly four meters tall, with a two-meter-long golden dragon-headed sword on his back.
This saint is the one among the several saints who does not hide the fighting spirit in his eyes. He is the Xuanyuan Sword Saint of the Xuanyuan Holy Land and the only saint named after a weapon, except Su Lingfeng.
Afterwards, Xuanyuan Sword Saint looked at Su Lingfeng and said, "I like the Sword Saint's temper. He killed Tongxuan, that sinister old man, just because of a disagreement. Survival of the fittest, that's how it should be. If there's a chance, let's have a fight."
Just when several people were talking intensely, a golden crane suddenly flew over from the distance.
The golden crane was extremely fast and flew into the golden cloud in the blink of an eye.
Then he wrote a letter written by holy power and appeared in front of several people.
The eight saints and Su Lingfeng all looked at the contents of the letter. This was a declaration of war, but the content of the declaration was beyond everyone's expectations.
The content of the letter was that the saints in the south wanted to declare war on the saints in the north, but at the suggestion of the southern saint of literature, the saints in the south proposed to use a method of realm-based competition to decide the number of people entering the holy realm. Whoever loses will withdraw, and the holy war will no longer be started.
Speaking of which, those guys in the north are obsessed with launching a holy war that will sweep the world, which will only bring disaster to all souls and increase their sins. It would be more convenient for them to have a competition this way.
"This was written by those guys in the south. This southern literary saint was able to convince other saints in the south to decide the number of people in the origin saint realm through this kind of competition. It's really not easy!"
Saint Yinhong said solemnly.
"Humph, you actually said we are willing to start a holy war. The holy war a thousand years ago was started by the south."
A saint snorted coldly.
"Then we don't mind?"
Saint Yinhong asked.
"What the hell, they proposed this competition, maybe there is a trick, when did they become so kind? They were not so kind during the last holy war!"
Xuanyuan Sword Saint snorted coldly.
"But I have to say that the suggestion made by this Southern Sage is indeed much more convenient and less murderous."
Another saint spoke up.
"If it is possible, we have set a precedent for this competition, and there will be fewer sacrifices in the future, so I think it is feasible."
Saint Yin Hong nodded and said.
"I also like to compete in this way!"
Another saint spoke up.
Among the several saints, most of them were in favor of this relatively peaceful way to decide who would be the winner. After all, once the holy war began, even saints could fall.
Xuanyuan Sword Saint was somewhat dissatisfied with this. He wanted to start a holy war, so he looked at Su Lingfeng who had remained silent and said, "Su Sword Saint, what do you think?"
It was obvious that Xuanyuan Sword Saint wanted to get Su Lingfeng's support.
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