Emperor of Death

Chapter 526 I am Wu Ling
Chang Baihui stopped more than 20 people by himself.

Pang Yuhai didn't care about the changes behind him, walked towards Yechen with a smirk on his face, held the sword in his right hand, and grabbed the lapel of Yechen's chest with his left hand, and said with a grim smile: "Boy, next time, you will regret being born by your mother." Out."

"Oh, that's right." Yechen sneered, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Pang Yuhai's left hand.

"Oh, you still dare to resist?" Pang Yuhai's grin was even worse, his eyes were full of ridicule when he looked at Ye Chen, and he swung the long sword in his right hand, stabbing Ye Chen's shoulder.

Yechen kicked out with his right foot, and Pang Yuhai only felt a shadow below flash like lightning, and suddenly there was severe pain in the knees of both feet, and he uttered a mournful cry: "Ah!"

Then Pang Yuhai knelt down in front of Yechen with a "plop". Yechen took the palm of his left hand with his right hand and twisted it slightly. Yechen turned him aside and controlled the joints. Pang Yuhai's body turned his back to Yechen. Can't move.

"Boy, how dare you!" Pang Yuhai roared, and then he was surprised to see that the woman who followed Yechen was killing all directions, waving the long sword in her hand, constantly harvesting the lives of warriors, none of these warriors Able to walk a trick in her hands.

These warriors uttered screams so loudly that they drowned out Pang Yuhai's screams just now.

Pang Yuhai looked into the distance again, the Chixia Sect and the Ziyan Sect were all staring at Chang Baihui, no one paid attention to him, and no one came to rescue him.

"Master uncle, master uncle." Pang Yuhai shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Pang Xinhe glanced at Pang Yuhai, then his body suddenly flew into the air and rushed towards Yechen.

Chang Baihui smiled coldly, jumped up, and kicked Pang Xinhe's chest, sending him flying back.

In the same realm of martial spirits, Chang Baihui has the power to crush ordinary martial spirits, and the only one who can enter the original secret realm is incomparable to a pervert like Yechen. Compared with other people, no one can compare. Whoever is too powerful, everyone is the true elite of the human race.

At the entrance of the corridor, Lu Song and Xiong Junpeng watched indifferently, and did not show the slightest expression because of Chang Baihui's murder.

Xiong Junpeng smiled coldly: "Your Chixia Sect disciple is injured."

Lu Song said indifferently: "That's Pang Chong's descendant. Naturally, I won't let him have any accidents, but he is too impetuous, so it's better to suffer a little bit."

"Oh, it turned out to be Pang Chong's descendant, no wonder you offended you, and you didn't punish him." Xiong Junpeng said, "Tell me about this little girl in front of you, who is she, and how can she have such strength?"

Lu Song pondered for a while, his face gradually turned serious, and said in a deep voice: "At such an age, such a talent, and such an appearance, if I guessed correctly, it should be Chang Baihui, a disciple of alchemist Han Yanzhu. .”

"It turned out to be her." Xiong Junpeng murmured, and then laughed, "I heard Mr. Ninghe once said that whoever wins Chang Baihui will be his guest."

"So Elder Xiong also meant this?" Lu Song said indifferently.

"Don't Elder Lu have one?" Xiong Junpeng asked back.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then laughed tacitly and said, "Hahahaha."

Yechen controlled Pang Yuhai, watched the battlefield silently, and watched Chang Baihui show off his might.

Pang Yuhai, Yechen's subordinate, laughed and said, "Boy, let you be a hero for a while, and you will kneel down and beg me later."

Ye Chen directly ignored this trash's words.

"Hahaha, boy, just wait and see, the power of the Martial King master will make you despair." Pang Yuhai continued to laugh.

Chang Baihui had already killed all the warriors who rushed over, the blood dripped slowly from the fiery red sword, and then there was no trace of blood.

The sword itself is blood red, as if it was stained with blood.

People from Chixia Sect and Ziyan Sect hid behind the two Martial Kings, you looked at me, I looked at you, and dared not go forward.

Xiong Junpeng said indifferently: "It seems that it is time for us to take action."

"Hehe. Does Elder Xiong want to monopolize it?" Lu Song stepped forward and walked with Xiong Junpeng.

"Hahaha, Elder Lu was joking, since we saw it together, let's take it together." Xiong Junpeng said, his words were full of ease and confidence, as if Chang Baihui had already become their possession.

The people behind the two King Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Since King Wu made a move, they don't have to risk their lives to fight.

The two stood three meters in front of Chang Baihui in a very tacit understanding. Lu Song said indifferently: "Little girl, do you still want to resist? Be obedient and catch her with your arms tied, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood."

Chang Baihui laughed lightly and said, "I am not your opponent."

"It's sensible." Xiong Junpeng commented lightly.

Chang Baihui took a few steps back and got behind Ye Chen, then pointed to Ye Chen and said to the two, "My mission is complete, next, your opponent is him."

"Him?" Seeing Chang Baihui's confident expression, the two were taken aback.

Lu Song looked at Yechen in astonishment and said, "Boy, are you King Wu?"

Yechen smiled and said, "No, I am Wu Ling."

"Oh!" Lu Song nodded, and then looked around, "Could it be, what kind of formation is arranged here?"

These words made Xiong Junpeng a little pale.

Yechen shook his head and said, "No, because it's unnecessary."

While Yechen was speaking, he let go of Pang Yuhai's hand, then walked towards the two of them, took out the spear from the storage ring, and said indifferently: "It's just killing you two old beasts, why use any formation."

Pang Yuhai sneered behind Yechen and said, "Boy, don't put on airs, can you frighten the two Martial Kings in the future?"

Lu Song didn't make a move immediately, but said to Xiong Junpeng, "Elder Xiong, what do you think?"

Xiong Junpeng shook his head: "Since it is a martial spirit, let's kill it. I haven't heard of a young martial king born in our Raging Flame Empire. Even if it is born, should we be afraid?"

"Hehe, that's right!" Lu Song laughed, and put aside his final concerns, as Xiong Junpeng said, even if they are Wu Wang, they are Wu Wang themselves, so why should they be afraid?

Immediately, Lu Song cast his eyes on Yechen, and said calmly: "Little bastard, let the old man meet you and see if your strength is as strong as you say."

Lu Song spread out his palm, a raging flame was burning in his palm, and then threw the flame fiercely towards Yechen.

Ye Chen said indifferently: "Stop making such a fool of yourself in front of me. If you only have this kind of strength, then just accept death obediently."

On Yechen's spear, a little silver light gathered, and then the spear shook, hitting the flame thrown by Lu Song into sparks and dissipating.

"The power of evil death." Countless people's faces changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)