"I've said it all, let you change your mentality." Ye Qingyu slowly withdrew his fist and said, "Don't think what you think is what you think. After guessing, it's a waste of your life. Just relying on the little background of your Yuan clan, you can't do anything to me. I'll give you time and the methods given to you by the Tianhu clan."

"Arrogant." King Zhenyuan thought and his injury completely recovered, and he sneered: "What you rely on is not given by the monarch of the Sun family... Haha, I want to see how long you can last for this level of power."

Tell me, his palm spread out, a ray of blood flashed, and a red flame spear appeared in his hand.

This is the natal soldier of King Zhenyuan. After countless years of construction and tempering, he has been constantly nourishing with his own vitality and blood. He has become a treasure at the level of the pseudo-imperial weapon. The blood flames surround the gun body, just like the fire from the heavenly kingdom, and a fierce and violent aura flows away.

This gun has been with Zhenyuan King for many years, and has killed many powerful heroes and has been contaminated with the blood of many creatures. The blood evil aura visible to the naked eye is sharpened and dispersed like spider silk.

With one shot in hand, King Zhenyuan's momentum surged more than two or three times.

This is the power of the natal weapon.

"kill!"

King Zhenyuan shouted angrily, stabbed out with a shot, and turned into a flame dragon.

"It turns out that I can't wake up someone who pretends to be asleep." Ye Qingyu shook his head, then flashed his body and went straight to meet him. His whole body was filled with silver light, silver and purple light intertwined on his left arm, and there was a dragon roaring on his back, and then he punched out directly.

He actually wanted to use his physical fist to force King Zhenyuan's spear.

"Arrogant, even if the Sun monarch gives you imperial power, he should not be so ignorant of life or death." King Zhenyuan felt the anger of being despised, and the spear burst into fury: "Die for me!"

boom!

The sound of gun punching came.

In Qingyun Square, Prince Wang calmed down his mood, and a ferocious corner of his mouth appeared. He looked around and smiled gloomyly: "He is dead. His father's Thunder Flame Blood Sword Gun is a close-to-Emperor divine weapon. Even the martial arts emperor should not be underestimated. This idiot country bumpkin is so arrogant..."

However, the sound of flattery from the nobles around him did not sound.

He saw everyone's eyes, shocked eyes appeared.

He turned back and looked at the projection of the imperial power in the center of the square. He saw the fist wrapped in silver and purple arms that hit the spear. The gun body broke inch by inch. Then he saw the figure of the country bumpkin. He instantly broke the defense of his father like a sudden electric shock, and then broke the fist of the spear and bombarded the father's body. The blood mist instantly spread wildly, and the father's body was directly blown up...

The prince was stunned.

He could not believe his eyes.

In my mind, the father, who is simply an invincible existence, was actually beaten up alive?

Princess Poison Flower, the Second Prince and others on the side could no longer sit still, so they stood up suddenly.

A burst of exclamations rang out of the crowd.

"Ahhhh..." Lin Nanzhu screamed without regard to the image of the girl, as if words could no longer express the excitement and excitement in her heart at this moment. She had been suppressed for too long.

Tingtao Hou Linxuan also grew up his mouth.

What is the strength of King Zhenyuan? As we all know in the royal city, an existence that is almost invincible under the Martial Emperor, is now being blown up by Ye Qing and so easily like a sandbag, and even the natal weapon is broken. This... Could it be that this Nine Sword Army has already entered the Martial Emperor realm?

It's impossible.

Linghu Buxiu on the side calmed down for a moment. He had expected in his heart before, so he forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart, and just subconsciously waved his arm hard.

At the same time, Linghu Buxiu turned his head and looked towards the other side.

Nie Tiankong and several of his confidant generals and counselors were sitting there at this time. Seeing the scene on the projection of the Emperor, they couldn't help but suck in a cold air. The expression on their faces seemed subtle. Who would have thought that this abandoned son, who was destined to be abandoned by them, had such powerful power.

It seemed that he could sense Linghu Buxiu's gaze. Nie Tiankong turned around and happened to look at Linghu Buxiu.

At the moment when his eyes were intertwined, there was only a trace of confusion in Nie Tiankong's eyes, and it turned into sneer and contempt. Obviously, he did not think that Ye Qingyu, who had the upper hand at this time, could become the final winner, because he had talked with the monarch of the Tianhu clan and knew what kind of trump card there was actually in King Zhenyuan's hands.

At the same time, it was obvious that he did not want to show the emotion of admitting mistakes and reflecting in front of Linghu Buxiu, a pawn who was also abandoned by him.

Linghu Buxiu captured all Nie Tiankong's expressions. He sighed and sat down slowly.

...

The blood mist of the sea rolled, as if it was alive, moving strangely.

In the end, all the blood mist suddenly gathered together like a long whale sucking water, outlining a human form, and then soon became clear in appearance. It was Zhenyuan King Yuan Wenjun. Not only did he fully recover, he even had no damage to the red robe on his body.

Clip!

He walked out of the blood mist step by step, his face was gloomy and ferocious, and his murderous aura was boiling like a vast ocean of waves. There was flames pounding in his eyes. He stared at Ye Qingyu, his face full of hatred and madness.

"You deserve to die!"

King Zhenyuan was extremely angry.

With his strength and cultivation, being beaten up is not a serious injury, and he can recover in one thought, but under the gaze of so many people, he suffered continuous losses. This is an unbearable shame. He originally thought he could crush and kill his opponent with destruction, but now he is frustrated again and again and again and cannot bear it.

Ye Qingyu looked calm: "I said, change your posture... This is just the beginning. If you still think you can easily dominate everything, then the next move is your death."

"You have angered me." King Zhenyuan looked crazy.

Ye Qingyu said disdainfully: "You are talking nonsense. Haven't I angered you long ago? Take out the imperial weapon of the Tianhu Clan. Maybe you can hold on for a while, otherwise I will send you on the road."

As he said that, Ye Qingyu grabbed the void with his backhand.

Blood flashes.

The Blood-Drinking Sword appeared in his hand.

Today's Blood-Drinking Sword has four fingers wide and is slightly heavier than ordinary human swords. It has a simple shape. The sword blade and sword body are as transparent and bright as blood-colored glass. It is like the blood of gods and demons flowing in Ye Qingyu's palm, with an indescribable visual magic.

“As you wish.”

King Zhenyuan gritted his teeth and said authentically.

As he roared, nine divine colors rose up behind his head.

The nine-colored divine flowers formed a round CD, and released a series of emperor auras behind the King of Zhenyuan's head, and inexplicable pressure flowed, as if to crush the mountains and rivers of the sky.

Nine-Miscellaneous Reincarnation Plate.

The imperial weapon of the Tianhu clan.

Finally appeared.

It seems that after King Zhenyuan saw the Blood-Drinking Sword, he felt the power fluctuation on it, which was a little more terrifying than his natal spear. Finally he put away his contempt. In his opinion, this must be the imperial weapon given to Ye Qingyu by the monarch of the Sun family. Since that is the case, he no longer needs to keep it.

"Hahaha, that's how it looks." Ye Qingyu laughed, his body was like lightning, and he waved the blood-drinking sword, directly pulled the distance closer and fought in close combat.

The sword light is like blood.

The void split silently under the sword peak of the Blood-Drinking Sword.

The sword intent is erratic.

King Zhenyuan sneered: "Kill!"

A purple divine flower shot out from the [Nine Crush Reincarnation Plate] behind his head, locking Ye Qingyu's figure, and directly crushed it.

"Okay, it's worthy of being an imperial weapon. This divine lucidum is equivalent to an attack of imperial power." Ye Qingyu's heart was trembling, and the offensive turned into a defensive. The Cangsheng's sword intent activated at this moment, and the blood light was lit up. The long sword was in his chest, sealing the purple divine lucidum.

boom!

The sound of the Tao roared and the power of the imperial power surged.

Ye Qingyu's body was shaken out like a meteor and hit Qingyuntai's imperial guard hard. Layer ripples flashed on the shield. He opened his mouth and sprayed a blood mist, and then slowly slid down and landed on the ground.

There was a burst of cheers in Qingyun Square.

Prince Wang, Princess Poison Flower, Second Prince and others quickly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and jumped excitedly. Fortunately, although the situation seemed a little out of control at the beginning, everything is back on track now. It is obvious that Zhang Longcheng was completely crushed, without any resistance, and it is simply vulnerable.

The nobles of the Zhenyuan Palace also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly cheered at the right time, showing them to the people of the Zhenyuan Palace, setting off the atmosphere.

Even Nie Tiankong, who was sweating in his heart, nodded secretly, and even blamed King Zhenyuan for being a little arrogant at the beginning. After all, there is a Sun monarch behind Zhang Longcheng, and he must have a lot of trump cards. Fortunately, he has finally recovered the decline.

After all, everything was expected.

After all, King Zhenyuan will still control everything.

This is something that the martial arts emperor decided, and Zhang Longcheng cannot make a fortune.

Nie Tiankong thought this in his heart, turned his head to look at Linghu Buxiu in the distance, and listened to Tao Hou and the other two. Seeing Lin Nanzhu who was still cheering before, his face turned pale at this time. Seeing Linghu Buxiu's face turned sad again, Nie Tiankong couldn't help but feel more happy in his heart.

On the Qingyuntai, a smile appeared again on the face of King Zhenyuan.

"Do you understand? This is our real distance." He stared at Ye Qingyu as if he was staring at the prey falling into a trap, and said, "If you have any last words, just say them. My previous words will still be effective. As long as you kneel down and repent for your past crimes, I will give you a pleasure."

"Hehe, hehehe..." Ye Qingyu laughed.

In his eyes, there was a bright light flashing, and his injuries recovered instantly. He walked towards King Zhenyuan step by step from the edge of Qingyuntai and said, "After all, it is not your own imperial weapon. The Tianhu Clan obviously is not completely relieved of you, so there was a restriction in the imperial weapon. The Jiuze Clan could not exert its true power... It's a pity that, just this one, I can't kill me."

"Hmph, fan the flames... I'll send you on the road with the next blow." King Zhenyuan's face changed, and his skills were activated. Another red divine fire shot out from the [Nine Crush Reincarnation Plate], which moved Ye Qingyu.

This attack is even more terrifying than the previous purple divine flower—

Thank you for your concern. Today is better, but I just can’t eat anything. I’ve eaten a bowl of porridge so much that I feel sick… I feel uncomfortable when I feel uncomfortable, and I get up to write if I can. I feel like an elderly person
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