Uncrowned Evil Emperor

In the spacious Jingtian Palace Square, a team of more than [-] people walked to the center of the square. Their breathing was steady and their steps were steady. Every time they took a step, they would emit rhythmic drumbeats, and there was an awe-inspiring killing intent. It quietly radiated from the body, filling the entire square in an instant, forming an uneasy atmosphere before the storm...

That's not enough, what's even more shocking is that there is an old man behind these twenty people, holding a rattan rope of unknown length in his hand, and the rattan rope is difficult to bind. Four or fifty people lined up like prisoners, all of them were bald, dressed in brocade robes, with golden hammers on their backs...

Maybe just seeing these forty or fifty people in strange clothes will not make people feel strange. After all, in the past year, outsiders in this kind of clothes have become the masters of this place. The authority is higher than that of the eight principals of Taixuanwu Academy...

It's just that at this moment, what is shocking is that all of these people have lost their arms, and the incisions on their shoulders are extremely smooth. It was as if they were cut by someone with a sharp weapon. Although the blood has stopped, the rolled up flesh is incomparably oozing. People, if these people stand upright, they are just like a personal stick...

There are only two possibilities for being treated like this, one is that the perpetrators are cruel, and the other is that they have aroused someone's anger...

But in reality, the reason for the latter accounts for a huge proportion...

The scorching sun sprinkled the bright spring light into the Jingtian Palace Square, reflecting the cold faces, leading a young man in white clothes, with fluttering clothes, walking calmly, as if he had a mysterious feeling of walking in the fairyland. He doesn't have a strong aura, but he exudes an admirable aura...

Seeing this face, seeing that demeanor that lifts weight lightly, the whole square suddenly fell into an unprecedented calm...

Depression and excitement are intertwined, and there is a suffocating coldness in it, which makes the atmosphere in the square extremely weird...

"Who are you?" Looking at the fluttering white-clothed young man, especially seeing dozens of westerlies behind him, an angry flash of anger flashed across Wan Qijiehong's face.

The young man in white stood tall, with a gentle smile: "I am the person you are looking for."

"Dragon City Lord?" Wan Qijiehong's eyes burst into a little bit of brilliance, as if a high-spirited fighting spirit boiled in his veins.

When Wan Qijiehong said the words "Dragon City Lord", it immediately ignited the infinite passion in the square like a fuse. For a while, everyone headed by the eight deans of the Taixuanwu Academy immediately raised their spirits. Shuangshuang's eyes full of loneliness and helplessness seemed to be illuminated by a ray of dawn and regained their former splendor.

"Wind City Lord..."

All the masters stood up one after another, and flew towards Feng Jueyu without restraint and restraint, and surrounded him in the blink of an eye.

On the Taixuan Continent, Feng Jueyu is the only person who can receive this kind of treatment. To the Taixuan Martial Dao, he is like a quite obvious and iconic banner, standing forever on the Taixuan Martial Dao. Does not fall.

Over the past year, under the oppression of the Wancheng brothers, the Taixuanwu Academy has been looking at their faces in panic, and they all have the idea that life would be worse than death. However, when Feng Jueyu appeared, those dazed and helpless were immediately replaced After leaving it behind, although no one has realized that Feng Jueyu's cultivation is enough to save this crisis that has lasted for a year, his appearance still brings people infinite hope and longing.

This is the Lord of Dragon City...

He is No. 1 in Taixuanwu Dao...

It has to be said that Feng Jueyu's influence is indeed beyond the knowledge of the Wancheng brothers. When they saw the Taixuanwu who had always been humbled in front of them, standing in front of Feng Jueyu in a way that was almost blind worship When he was in front of him, for the first time, a solemn look flashed across Wanqi Jiezhuo's face...

I don't know why, this young man gave himself a strong oppressive force, and his aura is not too strong, why does he feel this way?

Just when Wan Qijiezhuo was surprised and puzzled by Feng Jueyu's appearance, Jingtian Palace was already in chaos...

"Brother, you are finally back, you want to die as a brother."

"City Master Feng, I am very polite in my old age. I never expected to see City Lord Feng in my lifetime. This life is enough for me..."

"..."

Many deans stepped forward to salute, perhaps because of the poverty and suffocation of the past year, Yu Feng Jueyu felt the misery in their hearts inexplicably, looking at the faces and temples that passed before his eyes, Feng Jueyu couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Is it the feeling of home, the warmth of hometown, or the comfort of staying here.

"Brother Bamboo, are your injuries okay?"

"Madam Feng, this junior is coming back late..."

"Old Ding, don't give such a great gift, sit down quickly..."

Feng Jueyu responded one by one, ignoring the Wancheng brothers at all. In his heart, all the bald aliens in Taixuanwuyuan had actually turned into dead bodies. the same……

In fact, before Feng Jueyu came in, he happened to see Zhuyeqing and Ding Hezhong being injured by Wan Qijiehong. He wished he could kill Wan Qijiehong immediately, but he knew that if he did this, it would be too cheap. A few bald asses.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Feng Jueyuan helped everyone to retreat behind him, and then he slowly turned his gaze to the three Wancheng brothers on the throne of the Dragon Emperor...

His eyes swept over slightly, and a stern chill approached the three of them. Although they didn't have a strong aura, the three brothers Wan Teng shivered inexplicably, and couldn't help being shocked.

Just by being glanced at by the other party, thoughts of fear arose. This kid is really not ordinary evil.

Although they shivered, the three brothers Wan Teng are also very human. Their sharp eyes have a purpose. At the critical moment, it depends on whose fist is harder. Wan Teng Jiehong and his two elder brothers looked at each other for a moment, feeling Thinking, hmph, so what about the Lord of Dragon City, he is not a hairless junior, even if he is the No. Intimidated by you.

Wan Qijiehong laughed wildly, walked out slowly from the Dragon Emperor's seat, stood proudly on the square, faced Feng Jueyu and kept looking at him for a long time, he was not stupid, and he didn't understand the opponent's cultivation base Under such circumstances, Wan Qi Jiehong also felt the other party's aura with the power of his spiritual consciousness...

Spiritual consciousness is such a wonderful thing, if you peep forcibly, it will definitely arouse the opponent's resistance. After observing with spiritual consciousness for a while, Wan Qijiehong did not find the power of spiritual consciousness fed back, and he felt relieved a lot. Based on his understanding, since the other party did not resist, it meant that he was simply pretending to be pretentious and putting on airs.

Wan Chengjiehong, who was determined, smiled even more, and his tone was obviously extremely contemptuous and disdainful: "Ji Li Gu Lu, boy, I have heard that you are the No. Jia Wanqi Jiehong, I will teach you how to do it..." After Wan Qijiehong said, he was ready to attack.

And at this moment, Feng Jueyu waved his hand abruptly: "Wait a minute."

"What? Are you scared?" Wan Qijiehong laughed loudly, and he was even more sure that the so-called Dragon City Lord was a silver-like wax gun head. Otherwise, if he was really powerful, why would he retreat?

afraid?

Seeing Wan Qijiehong bursting into laughter, Setting Yang, Mu Xue and the others laughed even more. What are you kidding, dare to say that Emperor Feng Sheng is afraid of you?What are you?Nowadays, in the periphery of Hongtu Dashi, there is only one who is afraid of Fengshenghuang, and there is no existence that Fengshenghuang dare not provoke. This old boy, it seems that he has lived enough.

Setting Yang stood up involuntarily, and respectfully said: "Young Master, this person is not qualified to fight with Young Master, Setting Yang is willing to do it for you."

After saying these words, the entire square was dead silent...

Wan Qijiehong and the others had been focusing on Feng Jueyu, but they hadn't noticed the twenty or so people behind him at all. Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Haha, I don't know how to live or die." Little devil, I think you still can't recognize the situation in front of you."

Seeing this, Feng Rulan and the others changed their expressions. After all, they knew these three brothers quite well. They had always used the banner of martial arts competitions to fight Taixuan Wu Dao tit for tat, but in fact these three people's methods were really vicious. Jue Yu and the others were knocked down without knowing the situation, and everyone quickly surrounded them.

Duan Wuhen admired the courage of the setting sun, but he didn't know that the setting sun was a master who was so powerful that he was only a layer of window paper away from the Lingxu realm, so he kindly reminded: "This little brother, don't underestimate this person's strength. A person's cultivation must have entered the realm of Shengdan, so don't be careless..."

"Birth Dan Realm?"

This time it was replaced by members of the Earth Sha, who laughed out loud, Feng Jueyu interjected: "Setting Yang, don't worry, I still have a few things that I haven't clarified, and it won't be too late to take action later..."

"What a big tone..." Wan Qijiehong is also used to being domineering. He has never been despised by the juniors. He just couldn't hold back when he was laughed at by them for a while. Now Feng Jueyu actually said that he wanted to find out what happened , Check the fart, I am here, I do everything, what can you do?

Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, and took a step forward. His smile was extraordinarily friendly. People who didn't know him thought it was a friendly gesture from an old friend, but this smile fell into the eyes of many dishas. The awareness was completely different, and they couldn't help but shuddered, they knew that when the young master showed such a smile, the other party would probably be in great trouble...

"Are you from the West Wind Empire?" Feng Jueyu finally asked, his smile remained the same.

"So what?" Wan Chengjiehong was arrogant, unaware of the imminent disaster.

"Well, I once had a friend named Gongyang Yu, who was injured?"

"I, Wanqi Jiehong from a certain family, the old man is not strong enough, he deserves to die, but a certain family has good intentions and left a few days of life, you should let him thank me."

"So that's it." Feng Jueyu's face had become extremely cold, and it changed completely unconsciously, subtly.

"Who hurt the members of the Ming family?"

"I, I, I..." At this time, there was no need for Wan Qijiehong to stand up, all the foreign envoys around him stood up frantically one by one.

"It's all there, right?" Feng Jueyu smiled again, but this time it was completely different. On the square of Jingtian Palace, a cold current suddenly blew past, as if turning midsummer into a cold winter...

As soon as Feng Jueyu turned around, he ignored it, waved his hand casually and pointed out a member of Disha, and said, "You, go over, each of you will take off your hands for me..."

"Shua!" Before he could finish his sentence, the members of Disha he pointed out had disappeared in place, and then, a bloody killing suddenly kicked off...