Emperor of Death

Chapter 590 The Mighty Little Fatty
In the Lu mansion, countless people looked up at the sky with horrified expressions, watching the naked little fat man killing Lu Haichuan in the air with an exaggerated ghost knife.

Especially Lu Yuzhu, whose eyes widened in disbelief. It was hard for her to imagine that such a wretched young fat man was also a Martial King.

King Wu, aloft and unreachable, one King Wu can support a huge family. Because of the existence of Lu Haichuan, the Lu family has become a big family in the entire Changgu County, and the disciples of the Lu family are honored.

Lu Yuzhu couldn't imagine that such a wretched fat man, such a lecherous fat man, would be a Martial King. You have such great strength, why are you so anxious, how many women want to send you to marry you.

What Lu Yuzhu doesn't know is that the little fat man's strength has improved too fast, his heart has not changed at all, and he has no awareness of being a master at all. According to a more fashionable way of saying, he is still a dick mentality.

Lu Haichuan looked at the little fat man who was shot like a cannonball in horror, with a surprisingly serious expression in his eyes. He also did not expect that the little fat man's explosion would be so amazing.

"Kill!" Lu Haichuan's right hand glowed with black light, and the black light condensed into a long halberd, and he slashed at the little fat man fiercely with the long halberd in his hand.

"Dang!" The clashing sound of the weapons of the two kings of martial arts resounded, causing people's eardrums to swell and hurt, and then countless people were even more horrified to see that their lofty ancestors flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. fell into the ruins below.

"Boom!" The rocks splashed, filling the sky with dust.

The power of the earth is extremely thick, Lu Haichuan dared to confront the little fat man head-on, so naturally he suffered a big loss.

Then, there was only the little fat man holding the Ghost Head Knife left in the air, standing in the void, exuding a shocking majestic power.

There was no sound below, and everyone opened their mouths wide, watching this scene in horror.

Lu Yuzhu whispered softly: "How could this happen?"

"Roar!" There was a roar from the ruins below, a zombie rushed up from the ruins, and also exerted the power of facing the void, with a silver light all over his body, he rushed towards the little fat man. Behind him, Lu Haichuan held tightly to follow.

At this moment, Lu Haichuan no longer dared to be careless.

"How dare you come to provoke me!" The little fat man put away the ghost knife, raised his hands up, and condensed a cloud of khaki air.

"The boy is looking for death!" Lu Haichuan's halberd and the zombie's hands glowed with crystal light at the same time. The zombie's sharp claws seemed to tear the void, and Lu Haichuan's halberd carried a heavy force. Follow the little fat man to perform.

"Go down for me, Luoshi!" The khaki light held by the little fat man with both hands seemed to condense into a mountain, and then smashed down hard.

One person and one zombie were smashed right on the ground, the power of Lu Haichuan and his natal zombie was broken, and the force of falling rocks continued to crush the figure of one person and one zombie to the bottom of the void.

"Boom!" The earth shook, and a deep pit was smashed out of the ruins, filled with dust, covering the scene inside the dust.

Countless people opened their mouths subconsciously, and they were beyond shocked. After a while, someone exclaimed loudly:

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

This is the pillar of the family, and no one wants him to die. Once Lu Haichuan dies, for the entire Lu family, it is equivalent to the sky falling down.

Countless people ran towards the direction where Lu Haichuan fell, and the smoke dissipated, revealing a deep pit half a meter deep and three meters wide.

In the deep pit, Lu Haichuan and his natal zombie were lying on the ground. Because the natal zombie stood in front of Lu Haichuan, the injury was more serious, the head was split, and the fire of the soul was crumbling.

The front of Lu Haichuan's body was stained red with blood, and there were countless thin wounds on his body. The anger and arrogance on his face completely disappeared, replaced by thick panic.

It's unimaginable that Yechen's follower, who is still so young, can be so powerful.

Who did Lu Yuzhu provoke?

As the key figure in this incident, Lu Yuzhu's eyes were full of complexities, and he looked at the little fat man's body motionlessly. Under the sun, the little fat man used the power of the earth to condense into a mighty armor, looking down like a god.

Immediately, the little fat man fell slowly, grabbed the void with his right hand, a stool flew from a distance, and then fell into the little fat man's hands, this is the ability to fetch objects from space.

The little fat man sat on the stool and waved to the four singing girls. The singing girls hesitated for a while, and then boldly came to the little fat man's side.

Then, Lu Yuzhu saw the little fat man waving at her.

This time, Lu Yuzhu was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he hesitated for a while, walked towards the little fat man, and then walked to his side.

When Lu Yuzhu came over, the little fat man said to her in a natural tone: "From now on, you will be my woman."

Lu Yuzhu didn't nod or object, but just looked at the sky with strange eyes.

The little fat man looked at her and said with a sneer, "Did you think those two old guys in the sky would save you?"

Lu Yuzhu bit her lip lightly, her eyes were complicated, and she didn't answer the little fat man's words.

"Hehe!" The little fat man sneered, and then he didn't bother to explain to her, and looked up at the sky.

Lu Yuzhu was in a daze for a while: "Why does he have so much confidence in Yechen? Those are the two Martial Emperors." Lu Yuzhu looked up subconsciously. In the sky, three figures could be vaguely collided with each other. Yechen was alone. Fight two emperors.

"Why hasn't he been defeated yet? Did he survive the pincer attack of the two Martial Emperors? Does he still have the strength to fight back?" Thinking of this, Lu Yuzhu felt very uncomfortable. She found that things had gotten worse.

In the deep pit, Lu Haichuan was given the elixir, and his injury did not continue to worsen. Then he looked up at the sky like Lu Yuzhu. His strength was stronger, his eyesight was better, and he could see more clearly.

Immediately, a trace of fear grew from the bottom of Lu Haichuan's heart, and spread all over his body in a blink of an eye, making him tremble with fear.

"How could he be so powerful." Lu Haichuan said in horror, and then looked up at the sky, "God, Yechen must die."

In the sky, the spear in Yechen's hand seemed to have turned into a silver dragon, shining with silver light, flipping flexibly in Yechen's hand.

The two masters of the Martial Emperor became more and more frightened. The two sides had already exchanged more than ten moves. From the time when one person started fighting Yechen, until now the two teamed up, Yechen was still helpless.

"Ding ding dong dong!" The confrontation between the weapons of the two sides continued, and the spear in Yechen's hand was covered with streaks of gunfire, resisting the attack of the two.

(End of this chapter)