Heaven-defying Saint Emperor

Yang wuhui and Ding Yue looked at each other. They were not as surprised as they thought. They knew that this was the site of jiuchonglou.

Thousands of strong people, even if they take the opportunity of Dabi to enter Yulong City, are too conspicuous. It's really strange if the jiuchonglou doesn't respond at all.

"Without regret, why do you come back? You killed your uncle and poisoned your father. Now you're implicating your grandfather. After tonight, the golden sword gate is afraid to become history." Feng yaori said.

"Dog thief!" Yang wuhui glared angrily.

"Hehe," said Feng Yao, not angry at the arrival of the sun, "Chu Xiu, come and meet your brother and ask him for advice. It's really Fengshen sword."

As soon as the voice fell, a handsome young man came out. His face was cold and his spirit was far more powerful than his peers.

It is Feng yaori's youngest son, and it is also recognized that Feng Chuxiu, the little Lord who will inherit the nine towers in the future.

"Kill your father and your second uncle. If I don't kill you, you will be ruined. Why don't you die under my sword and end your pain!" Feng Chuxiu said.

"Don't be disturbed by him." Ding Yue reminded, "Feng yaori, I'm here today and I don't intend to leave alive. So are my disciples of the golden Sabre sect. Why don't you and I share the victory and defeat?"

"Exactly." Feng yaori said, glancing at Feng Chuxiu and said, "he'll give it to you. Don't let me down!"

As soon as the voice fell, they jumped into the sky. Almost for the first time, they launched the field.

One is the golden field, the other is the cyan field, and the wind spirit force collides with the golden spirit force.

The giants who didn't enter the land list followed the giants who entered the land list, but their strength was very different. Although they only started the field and didn't win or lose, this terrible spiritual power fluctuation also shocked all forces in Yulong city.

"Ding Yue, the golden sword sect, is really strong in cultivation. He is worthy of being the strong one in the list of places where he has lived for a long time. He is not worse than Feng yaori, but he even has a head."

"Tonight must be a battle between dragons and tigers. The night patrol guard didn't go to stop it. It seems that the imperial palace is not going to intervene."

"The entrance of the golden sword gate into the city is also secret. However, the jiuchonglou is not a vegetarian. It seems that it has been prepared for a long time. I'm afraid it can only fight to the end!"

The strongmen of various forces began to talk. They didn't mean to intervene in this matter. Jiuchonglou is a first-class force.

Even in the face of the threat of the golden sword sect, there is still room for strength, not to mention who will be involved first.

They are all waiting for the final result.

At the same time, a Fang palace.

"Empress, ye Tianze, the boy, ran to the jiuchonglou." Zhao Mingcong said, "do we want to stop it so as not to let the Zhao family get involved."

The queen smiled and said, "let's walk and have a look."

The confrontation between the two giants will not distinguish between life and death. After all, fighting in Yulong city affects too much. The battle of life and death will not suppress cultivation.

However, Yang wuhui and Feng Chuxiu, and even the people of jindaomen are different from those of jiuchonglou. The two sides fought together almost at the first time.

Hu Cong is also a giant. He originally wanted to kill Yang wuhui at the first time, but he was soon involved by another giant of the golden sword gate.

Although they used the field, the scope and oppression of this field were far weaker than Ding Yue and Feng yaori.

The only two people who didn't do it were Feng Chuxiu and Yang wuhui. They all stared at each other and seemed to be waiting for each other to do it first.

They practice the same sword technique. They naturally know each other better than those who fight with different martial arts.

"The wound on your body hasn't been cured yet!" Feng Chuxiu said. "I came to revenge in such a hurry. Compared with your father, my mood was too far away. When your father was poisoned, even in the face of the siege of dozens of people, he was still as stable as a rock!"

Yang wuhui didn't speak. His injury was really not good, but was temporarily suppressed, and he knew that he had only one chance.

When Feng Chuxiu shot, he used his sword to break Feng Chuxiu's Fengshen sword technique, so as to kill Feng Chuxiu.

In this way, we can change the original unfavorable situation. Feng Chuxiu is Feng yaori's favorite son. If he dies, Feng yaori will be in a swing.

In this way, his grandfather will have the opportunity to turn the unfavorable situation into a favorable one and complete revenge.

However, Feng Chuxiu obviously knew about the day-to-day war, and the situation was completely on his side, so he was not in a hurry.

"Are you waiting for me to do it?" Feng Chuxiu said directly, "unfortunately, I'm not as stupid as you. It's not too late for me to do it when all the people in your golden sword door are dead."

"By the way, do you want to know how your father and your mother died?" Feng Chuxiu said. "It's terrible. Your father was cut alive by a random sword. He didn't compromise until the last moment. His pain is like being late, and your mother... Hum, he was killed alive in bed by my father!"

"Little bastard, I'll kill you!" Yang wuhui trembled and took a step forward with a sword.

Feng Chuxiu showed his satisfaction and was preparing to counterattack, but he found that Yang wuhui suddenly stopped. His hand holding the sword was trembling, and the raindrops fell on him and were forced away by the trembling body.

"You can really bear it!" Feng Chuxiu said. "Unfortunately, why don't you bear it more? In this way, you will have a greater chance."

Yang wuhui took the first step and retreated back. He stood in the rain and suddenly calmed down: "do you really think I have only this means?"

"Hmm?" Feng Chuxiu was surprised, but suddenly laughed, "hahaha, you're talking about another deputy landlord of the Jiuchong building!"

When Yang wuhui heard this, he suddenly looked ugly. There were three giants in the jiuchonglou, Hu Cong and Feng yaori.

The other is the first deputy landlord of the Jiuchong building, also the strong one in the list.

"Vice landlord Yu Xiao, although he was loyal to your father, he finally took refuge in my father!"

Feng Chuxiu said with a smile, "he told my father everything about your golden sword gate. This is your last backhand. You want him to stab my father in the back and reverse the situation? Unfortunately, it's too childish. What can you give him? Jiuchonglou can double it. He's already my father's brother."

Yang wuhui's face changed greatly. At this time, a voice came from the ninth double building and said, "landlord, let me help you!"

The man jumped into the field, raised his hand and cut down 7000 swords, which clearly fell on the fengyao sun.

"Die!" Ding Yue also shot at the first time, forming a double attack with Yu Xiao.

But Yang wuhui shouted, "Grandpa, stop, it's a trap!"

"It's late!" Feng Chuxiu sneered.