The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1272 Battle of Fate (6)

When people laugh for no reason in a desperate situation, it is very likely that it is a situation where they give up on themselves, screaming,

But the right envoy's appearance at this time does not seem to be hopeless and crazy.

"Emperor Yan, do you really think... the overall situation is settled?"

Blood froth continued to gush out along with the words, so it can be seen that the right envoy was indeed seriously injured, but his tone was not negative, and there was even a very unusual excitement in it.

"Nuoqiyev, I'm afraid you never thought that you would be where you are today, right? You used to judge others and enforce the law on behalf of the sky. Now it's your turn to die. I don't know how you feel at this moment?"

The right envoy is like a turtle in a urn, and Hei Wuchang is not in a hurry to end it.

Dealing with the enemy and killing him directly is the most stupid way.

"We have been 'friendship' for so many years, I can let you express your final speech, I believe everyone will be very interested."

With a sneer on his face and gloomy eyes, Hei Wuchang beat the dog in the water with all his sarcasm.

You Shi smiled instead of anger, and the smile became brighter and brighter.

Surrounded by several red-robed corpses, his torn golden robe, coupled with the blood stained on it, all kinds of factors stacked together, unexpectedly rendered a faintly tragic color.

"Stupid, ignorant, obstinate."

He paused every word, seemingly sighing.

It was clearly not a deathbed speech.

Heiwuchang frowned, and was about to make a sound, but then, a fierce wind broke through the air!

"call out!!!"

Wherever they passed, the sound of air explosions resounded endlessly, connecting in series, sharp and ear-piercing!
The incident happened suddenly, but the keen intuition of the crisis that flowed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood still made Heiwuchang react subconsciously, but in a hurry, after all, it was inevitable that he was half a beat behind.

He twisted his waist and lifted the Death God's Scythe to sideways, but before he could fully turn his head to see the situation clearly, a majestic force slammed into the Death God's Scythe.

Heiwuchang's eyes contracted, and his color changed slightly involuntarily. Even though he gritted his teeth and tried to stabilize his figure, under the impact of the huge force like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, he finally uncontrollably lifted his feet off the ground, as if a thread had been broken. Fly out like a kite.

"Zheng!"

The golden light changed its trajectory under the impact, brushing against the foreheads of Death God's Scythe and Hei Wuchang and blasting into the sky!
A few hairs fluttered down.

Adam, who had already started to retreat, saw Heiwuchang flying, and immediately accelerated his retreat.

Then, Heiwuchang landed not far from his feet.

Adam's eyes flashed, and he slowly raised his head.

A group of figures broke into his line of sight.

No wonder.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Last night when I was watching the fierce battle of Auschwitz in the temple, there was clearly another person in the temple's lineup, but it disappeared today, and the feeling was to move the rescuers.

"Emperor Yan, are you safe?"

The Left Envoy of the Temple, Andogawa!

Holding a sun-shattering bow.

Behind him was a group of red-robed bishops, and as far as the eye could see, there were as many as ten of them!

Counting the tragic deaths yesterday and today, the number of bishops dispatched from the temple this time has reached a terrifying eighteen!
This is almost approaching the number of red bishops in the temple!

From this, it can be fully seen that the Temple is determined to win the Blade of Dawn this time.

The arrival of the left envoy turned the tide of the battle in an instant.

"Master Zuo Envoy, you may have come a step too late."

Seeing the enemy's reinforcements, Li Futu remained calm and calm. He turned his head to look at the left envoy who had been killed halfway, his face was as still as water, as if he had expected it.

Of course, it's more likely that he was just pretending to be calm and didn't show his truest emotions on his face.

It has always been a taboo for military strategists to be timid before fighting.

"Are you late?"

The left envoy glanced over the broken corpses on the ground, as if the dead were insignificant passers-by, without any fluctuation in expression, and kept walking. He led ten red-robed bishops into the battle circle and stopped beside the right envoy.

"They died at the hands of Emperor Yan, and they deserved to die. The Lord will accept their souls. They have completed their mission, and they died with great honor."

This tone is like a magic stick brainwashing.

Looking at each other, Zuo Shi looked very healthy, how could he look like he was seriously injured in the rumors?

"As long as Emperor Yan is still here, it's not too late."

Holding the death scythe, Hei Wuchang quickly got up from the ground, regardless of the blood at the corner of his mouth, and immediately gathered around Li Futu.

The same is true for Cui Pan and Bai Wuchang.

Obviously, the temple is deliberately divided into two groups to hide their strength, and their intentions are extremely sinister. One is bright and the other is dark. The purpose is to paralyze everyone.

If not, even after receiving the news, the Zuo Envoy would not have arrived so quickly.

Yesterday, the battle with Auschwitz was so difficult and tragic, and the three bishops and envoys who died in the battle did not show up. How insidious is this patience?
"You guys are really hardworking."

Li Futu sighed lightly.

"Don't get me wrong, our goal this time is just the Blade of Dawn. Meeting Yan Emperor can only be regarded as a surprise."

Zuo Shi said: "The battle of Weishui River in Longguo ended halfway, I have always regretted it, presumably the same is true for Emperor Yan, since we met here in Lirenyuan, why don't we draw that unfinished war into a picture?" A proper full stop."

Although the Zuo Shi's tone was not in a hurry, but in the depths of his eyes, there was still a light of hatred and resentment.

The battle against Weishui in Longguo was a disgrace to their temple, and even more so to himself.

For the past six months, he has lived in seclusion, recuperating from his injuries, and at the same time looking forward to the opportunity to avenge his shame.

And now, he finally waited for this moment.

"Can we still fight?"

The left envoy turned his head and asked the right envoy.

"A little injury is nothing to worry about!"

The right envoy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled heroically, and his momentum rose again, surging like a tide.

"Emperor Yan, I have already said that this Vickygan Canyon is the abyss where you are buried. Seeing our 'friendship' for so many years, I will let you be a fool!"

You Shi learned what he learned and put it into practice, and returned Hei Wuchang's words.

"Emperor Yan, let me introduce someone to you!"

Following the sound of the right hand throwing the ground, a sturdy figure stepped out from behind a group of red robes.

"Our Temple's Heresy Judgment Office, Emperor Yan, I think you should be familiar with it?"

The right envoy turned his head, smiling strangely.

Li Futu remained silent, with a calm expression, silently watching the person coming.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

The other party spoke, and stood still more than ten meters away, his face was reflected in the muddy light from Lirenyuan.

If the dandy of the capital city was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance!
Once the number one son of the Dragon Kingdom!

Young master of the Li family.

Li Haotian!
Somewhere seems to be doomed.

Several protagonists of the Battle of Weishui.

All here.

(End of this chapter)