Martial Peak

"Yes. But the three emperors are indeed one more leaf than you. If I have not guessed wrong, the more the number of leaves, the more honorable it is. So it seems that you are not as good as the three emperors."

"That is... It is because the prince is not enough to repair, yes, this is the case, the prince is not willing to practice, so only the eight leaves, if any Japanese prince also has the same as the third, the area of ​​the nine leaves to come. ”

"Hey..." Yang opened a look of disdain. "I don't think it's okay. See you, I know you, the great emperor, you are a virtue. If I am a emperor, I won't like you. If you want to pass the position, then Consider the three emperors, the three emperors, the dragons and phoenixes, the repairs are good, the people are generous, how can you compare?"

"You...you shut up!" Fushu was swayed by Yang’s anger, and his claws fluttered over, cuddling with the sanctuary of the holy tree.

Although Yang Kai is talking, he has not stopped in his hands, constantly attacking the body of the Fushu, but he has never been able to break through the protection of the green light, and the attack of the Great Emperor against him is not swaying and can be ignored.

For a time, the two of them were like each other on the street, but no one could climb, and all the attacks were sinking.

The goatee sighed and couldn't stand it. He said, "Why should you care about his rhetoric? You can only use the sacred sacred technique. You are not as good as him. Only the sacred technique can be ashamed." ”

Yang Kai turned his head and said: "The old things are stunned again, believe it or not, I will knock your teeth off."

The goatee has a long-term heart: "Young people want to know how to respect the old and love the young."

"That's also what people look like, like you like to force everywhere, I have to kill dozens every day."

During the speech, the spell of Fushu has already sounded again, but it is a reminder that he got a goatee, no longer entangled with Yang Kaiduo, and directly applied a bloodthirsty technique to himself. The timidity and fear in his eyes disappeared quickly. The eyes were full of anger and excitement. He laughed and laughed. No one was screaming. "You kidnapped the prince, I want you to die. After killing you, I will love the beauty."

Bloodthirsty can affect people's reason and make people lose some judgment, but it is undeniable that they have a huge role in some special circumstances.

The fear and timidity of Fushu were suppressed by bloodthirsty, and the red eyes stared at Yang Kai, as if they had changed a person, and burst into the mouth: "Bundle!"

An invisible force suddenly pushed from the void, such as a layer of waves, bound to Yang's raised fist.

Yang Kai hard did not go down, no matter how struggling, the fist was actually set in the air.

He felt that his fist seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. The more he wanted to attack, the stronger the pulling force was. The look of Yang Kai was awkward, and the great emperor was only a three-tiered cultivation of Daoyuan. It is beyond his imagination to actually achieve this level with the so-called sacredness, and he is more vigilant about this changed witchcraft.

It is impossible for ordinary witchcraft to have such an effect, and it is impossible to do such an incredible thing. Only he has been fighting more and more, killing the enemy and killing the enemy. This is the first time that the guy who has been repaired as weaker than himself has made a good start.

He floated and then retreated, and was blocked again, and easily opened the distance from Fushu.

After a successful move, Fu Jian’s confidence increased greatly, and he laughed wildly: “Run? I see where you are going! Sword!”

He reached out and a burst of green fluorescence suddenly appeared in the void. The fluorescent color looked exactly the same as the energy of the shelter, and the fluorescence quickly converges in the air and turns into a long sword.

Fushu handles a finger, and the long sword will turn to Yang.

Yang Kai's pupils are miniature, instinctively aware of the power of this attack, the space law is surging, the finger is a few moon blades to meet.

After a long burst of rumbling, the green long sword smashed the ruin and destroyed the moon blade along the way. However, after intercepting the last moon blade, it suddenly collapsed.

After the shape of the body, there were two lines of blood flowing under the nostrils, but he was unaware of it, and he raised his hands and burst into tears: "Come on again!"

Still a radiant green bloom, still a huge green sword.

Yang Kai looked thoughtfully in a certain direction.

After several times, he finally caught a little subtle trace. Every time he played the sacred sacred, he seemed to resonate with something in that direction. This kind of resonance is very weak, if it is not Yang Kai, he is afraid of being strong. I can’t detect it either.

The symbolism of the three layers of Daoyuan cannot have the strength to compete with him. The reason for this can only be because he borrowed.

With the help of the power of the holy tree!

And the direction that resonates with it should be the direction of the holy tree.

He would like to see what the so-called sacred tree is, and it can be such a magical power.

The tide of the gods suddenly spread, and the emptiness of the emptiness of the goats was changed.

In the meantime, everything in the Emperor's City was printed in Yang Kai's mind. For example, the best painter drew a painting in his mind, and the music was completed, and the thoughts were advanced.

Suddenly a barrier was blocked in front of him, and Yang Kai was unable to prevent it. He was stunned and stunned.

Just at this time, the green sword had fallen, and a sword slammed on the shoulder of Yang Kai, and blood was on the spot.

Fushu laughed: "Let you be crazy, let you humiliate the emperor, this is the price!"

He rubbed his hands and controlled the green sword to press down. It seemed to break Yang Kai’s sword into two halves.

Yang Kai snorted, a million swords in hand, a sword smashed up, the smashing sword broke out, and the green sword was cut off.

Fushu stayed for a while, some accidents.

Yang Kaidao: "You can do this with the big prince? The applause makes people laugh, and there are other means to make it out and see how you can take me."

Fushu was furious and shouted: "The kid is going to be crazy!"

He suddenly sang the curse again, but this time Yang Kai did not hear this kind of witchcraft curse, and while the curse sounded, Fushu put on a frame archery.

A green arrow appeared in front of him, and he was gently pinched and placed on the invisible bow.

"Follow the stars month by month! Die!"

Accompanied by the wrath of Fushu, the green arrow slid and slid, breaking the space and leaving a vacuum in the naked eye along the road, and immediately ran to Yang Kai.

Yang opened a hoe, and the arrow lost his hair and flew over it. He cut off a few black hairs and fluttered in the wind.

"Don't dare to hide!" Fushu's whole person broke out like a volcano. No matter what he asked, he began to pull the bow and archery. The arrow was lost like a meteor. The blood in his nostrils was like a leak. The flood of the gate flooded like a flood, wet the clothes and the ground, but he did not notice, the whole person was in an indescribable state of excitement.

Three or five arrows came down, and even his seven scorpions began to bleed.

The display of the Holy Spirit seems to have a great load on him.

There is no power in this world that is obtained for no reason. Even if the body is a great prince, he is born with the blessing of the sacred tree, and can use powerful sacred rituals, but with the level of his three sources, he can show energy and Yang. The strength of starting a battle is inevitably a great price.

His unrestrained attack made Yang Kai better and more convenient to explore the source of the power of the Holy Spirit.

At a certain moment, Yang opened his brow and suddenly wrinkled. He seemed to think of something, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Fushu saw a big overjoyed and innocently said: "I have seen the strength of this prince? Now it is too late to ask for mercy, and this prince will want you to taste human torture."

The talking room is again raising his hand, and the green arrow is whistling.

At this moment, Yang Kai suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and grabbed the green arrow in his hand. The arrow with powerful power was instantly fixed in front of him and did not move.

"how come?"

Yang Kai and Fu Shu said this sentence at the same time, but one was a stunned face and the other was full of shock.

"Your breath..." The goatee's eyeball suddenly rounded and stared at Yang Kai, as if the fledgling calf was full of puzzles.

At the moment when Yang opened his eyes and blinked his eyes, his breath suddenly changed dramatically.

It didn't become so strong, but now the breath gives people a very old feeling, as if he came out from the distant time and space, and there is an ancient rhyme that is unclear and unclear.

The green arrow lost in the open hand of Yang, and the sound of a curse sounded in Yang Kai’s mouth.

At this moment, he is not an emperor, but a witch king, a witch king from the Southern Ministry of the Ancient World!

His curse is more ancient than the big prince, and his voice is not big, but he is extremely garish.

"You..." The great prince was stupid, and he forgot to continue his attack. He couldn’t help but point at Yang. He seemed to see something that could not happen.

The goatee is also a body shock, and the whole person stays alone.

A small fire snake suddenly appeared in front of Yang Kai, vivid, like a real creature, rolling in the air.

"Holy!" The goatee screamed and almost bit his tongue, but soon he denied his judgment.

This is not a sacred technique, because the fire snake does not have the unique green light of the sacred ritual, but the process of casting the whole is almost exactly the same as the sacred technique.

"This is the holy sect..." Yang opened his mouth and Wei Yang, and clearly felt that he had established a connection with something in the imperial city, and this connection was after his transformation into the witch king. Only after the establishment of the witchcraft, this layer of contact became much stronger.