Uncrowned Evil Emperor

"Hey!"

As if the sound of space being torn apart carried through the audience, another morning was ushered in the secluded Evening Star Forest, and at the same time, a shocking scuffle ushered in.

Under the leadership of Xing Runsong, the people of the Spirit Race have already left the territory of the ethnic group. After all, they are not qualified to participate in this temporary melee. Even Xing Runsong looked worriedly at Feng Jue, who was at the center of the melee. Yu Ku had no way to deal with it, and rubbed his hands and feet anxiously.

"Boom!" The brothers of the Wei family teamed up to meet the enemy, and took over the Mei family combination from the blood clan side by side. Once the mad clan's unique fighting talent and nature were released, they were absolutely unstoppable. Both of them used the second-grade purple flame The nine-ringed ghost-headed saber, opened and closed with moves, like a thunderstorm, has the momentum of splitting the sky and smashing the earth.

In contrast, the kung fu skills of the blood clan are obviously feminine, treacherous, and cunning. Mei Shaoyin and Mei Lianye each stepped on a strange pool of blood, and their bodies moved with their hearts and blood. It was the blood mist that covered the sky and covered the sky.

Under such a violent bombardment full of rich and bloody martial arts, Wei Shan and Wei Gu were not in a hurry. Zhou Hu's airtightness, the four of them fought against each other, and their strength was evenly matched. It seemed that they fought hundreds of moves without winning or losing.

On the other side, the three heroes of the Wu clan of the Qi clan, Wacha, Zhai Ji, Bo Yuanbo, Luo Sha, Zhang Man, and Ke Suhun of the Hai clan joined the battle group. constant exchange.

Under such a chaotic battle, the fidgety aura of heaven and earth was greatly affected. The aura that filled the sky was like a long rainbow rolling wantonly in the forest. Vigorous old trees were uprooted, or broken at the waist, Or turn into ashes, so chaotic, like a terrifying storm that instantly destroyed the territory of the Spirit Race group, destroying it badly.

And in the center of the storm where many masters are fighting, Feng Jueyu is more like a lonely boat, and there is a possibility that the boat will be destroyed and people will die. In the grand world, with the respect of martial arts and the biggest fist, Feng Jueyu finally understands this A unique style.

"Pong!"

Slapping out with a palm, a blade glow from who knows where it came from was knocked into the air, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but ruthlessly retreated a few meters away from the ground, feeling the sharp pain from the palm, couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Bastards, are you all deaf? I said that I would help you, why do you want to beat me?"

The masters from all races were indeed not weak, Feng Jueyu hurriedly responded, even if he had no opponent, he was forced to panic by the raging energy in the forest, and it turned out to be dangerous for a while.

"Human boy, if you dare to leave with Wumou, Wumou will naturally not embarrass you." Wuxi flew over from the side, although he used a discussing tone, but the huge casserole fist slammed into the wind Absolute Feather's back.

"Damn it, did you invite me like this?" Hearing the energy coming from behind, Feng Jueyu lowered his head in fear, and brushed against his scalp with the energy of dark gray true essence, and he couldn't help beating his head. There was a chill.

"Go away." In rage, Feng Jueyu's half-squatting body spun violently, a force gushed out from his feet, counterattacked the ground and took advantage of the momentum, and stretched out his right hand to point at the wrist of the old fist that Ussi slammed down. Boomed past.

"boom!"

The two fists collided, and there was a low muffled sound. Ussi's arm was heavy and powerful. Even though Feng Jueyu hit Ussi's weak point in a tricky way, he still felt a strong shock. Directly rushing into Feng Jueyu's body, that oppressive force wrenched his body veins and five internal organs twisted and writhed, suppressed by this force, Feng Jueyu frowned fiercely.

Wuxi's big hand stretched out from his violent vitality to grab his arm, Feng Jueyu couldn't help changing his face, but at this moment, a long knife with a thick halo of blood suddenly came out of Feng Jueyu's hand. The right side of the cheek pierced through, and the cold blade pierced the big hand behind him with forceful vigor. With the hairs standing on end, Feng Jueyu saw that the master of the knife was none other than Zhang Man of the barbarian tribe. .

"Ussi, this kid is mine, get your dirty hands off."

"puff!"

The tip of the knife pierced Ussi's big hand fiercely, as if it had been stabbed on a hard fine stone, and with a bang, Feng Jueyu's ears were buzzing.

"Damn it, none of these guys are fuel-efficient." Seeing Zhang Man's fierce saber and Wu Xi's big hand's amazing defensive power, Feng Jueyu's heart sank.

He originally planned to cause a scuffle among experts from all walks of life, and then wait for an opportunity to escape. Who would have thought that these guys are so strong, and none of them are easy to deal with? It is definitely not anyone's opponent, even if he can use Guizhen Blast to fight against one of them and lose both, in the end he will either be captured or die without a place to bury him.

Only half an hour after the scuffle started, the territory of the Spirit Clan had been destroyed badly. Except for the Evening Star Ancient Pine that had regained its vitality, all the trees in the surrounding area were turned into dust.

Xing Runsong watched his group being destroyed like this, with an extremely sad expression. Fortunately, Mu Xing Gusong was not destroyed, otherwise he would not know what to do.

Yi Bingyan looked anxiously from the outside of the battle circle. She wanted to rush up several times and suffered from lack of extraordinary strength, but was forcibly pulled back by Xing Runsong: "What are you doing? Are you looking for death?"

"Patriarch, if this continues, Mr. Feng..." Yi Bingyan said, tears could not help falling down.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of Yi Bingyan's pear blossoms with rain, Xing Runsong shook his head bitterly. He never wanted Jie Feng Jue Yu to be in danger, but he suffered from not being able to turn the tide. Moreover, he still wanted to protect Gu Song from being killed. This was the first time Xing Runsong felt helpless.

Looking at the anxious Yi Bingyan, Xing Runsong closed his eyes slightly, righteousness is like a friend, how to choose is the key, after thinking and thinking, Xing Runsong finally strengthened his determination, and said to Yi Bingyan: "Yi Zi Spirit envoy, I now order you to take charge of the Evening Star Spirit Clan until the next patriarch is cultivated..."

Hearing Xing Runsong's decisive order, all the clansmen were stunned. Xing Runsong's passing of the throne in danger meant that he would exchange his life for Feng Jueyu's safety.

"Patriarch." Yi Bingyan was stunned, looked at Xing Runsong, and shouted anxiously: "This is not allowed."

Xing Runsong smiled slightly, glanced at every member of the clan, and said reluctantly: "Young Master Feng has a kindness with our clan, and I can't just ignore it. Fortunately, there is a secret technique in our clan that can help Young Master Feng get out of danger. Mr. Feng, turn danger into safety."

"Secret technique?" The faces of several elders suddenly became extremely pale.

Every race in the spiritual clan inheritance has a lot of inherited secret arts, and these secret arts are powerful martial arts one by one. Among these martial arts, they cannot be used unless they have reached the highest level, otherwise they will be destroyed. Set yourself on fire.

Seeing the way Xing Runsong looked at death like home, the elders knew what he was thinking, and they deliberately spoke out to stop them. When they thought of Feng Jueyu's generous dedication to righteousness for the spirit clan just now, they didn't have the face to open their mouths. Who, if they hadn't listened to Xingwu's slander, they wouldn't have made things worse.

Regret and shame welled up in their hearts, and several elders knelt down on the ground one after another: "Patriarch, it's all our fault, and we will follow the patriarch to the death to help Young Master Feng get out of trouble."

"You..." Xing Runsong's face was slightly gloomy, but seeing the three elders sincerely repented, he sighed helplessly: "You guys get up, I can't blame you for this, I'm leaving, Mu Xingling The tribe still needs someone to protect them, so don't worry about Muxing Gusong. Now that Gusong's vitality has recovered, they don't dare to do anything to Muxing Gusong. Follow the old man's order, take people away from here, and come back after finding more tribesmen .”

Evening star ancient pine represents the hope for the survival of the entire spirit race. Even if it is left in a certain place and ignores it, people from the twelve royal families will not dare to destroy it casually when they see it. This is a rule that has been passed down for more than 2000 years. Otherwise, who Moving Evening Star Ancient Pine is tantamount to declaring war with the entire Eldar.

Therefore, Xing Runsong is not worried at all about what they will regret to Muxing Gusong after the clansmen leave.

Seeing that Xing Runsong was starting to blow people away, Yi Bingyan wanted to say more, but was stopped by the former: "I have made up my mind, you... let's go."

"Patriarch..."

By the time the spirit clan members knelt down together, Xing Runsong had already taken off his outer shirt and robe to reveal the lean short lapel inside, raised his hands slightly, and a burst of vital energy slowly lit up on his body, This is a secret technique that needs to burn true energy. It will release all the vitality in the body, and it will burst out with great power. At that time, Xing Runsong will have the strength not weaker than the masters of various races.

But later, when the vitality was completely burnt out, Xing Runsong had no choice but to die.

This is the road of no turning back. In order to repay Feng Jueyu's kindness to the Spirit Race, Xing Runsong chose to exchange one life for another.

At this time, Feng Jueyu also saw Xingrunsong whose body was lit up with a misty green light not far away. When his consciousness came out, he was shocked to find that Xingrunsong was brewing an extremely powerful martial art. What is he going to do? ?Don't be stupid.

Almost without thinking, Feng Jueyu guessed what Xing Runsong was going to do. Shocked, Feng Jueyu ran towards Xing Runsong desperately. He didn't want to owe such a favor, you know, dead people There is no way to repay the favor.

At such a critical moment, Feng Jueyu hadn't rushed out of the battle circle, and Xing Runsong hadn't cast out his secret technique, at this moment, a gray shadow suddenly descended from the sky.

The gray shadow appeared very suddenly, without any warning before it came, but its appearance made the whole battle circle stagnate. All the masters raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see there, a hill unexpectedly fell from the sky.

"It's a member of the Stone tribe."

Note to readers:

The second update on the 6th.