Swish~~~

While Chen Xixiang punched the two people with one punch, the flying sword of the soul followed and killed them back.

He pierced through Gong Jiu's back.

This moment!

Although he didn't see it, Gong Jiu, as a swordsman at the level of a master, keenly sensed the terrible danger!

This danger made him creepy and he couldn't help but feel shocked:

"I felt death coming towards me... Could it be the one who killed Ye Gucheng..."

Just think of this.

But it's too slow.

Chi~~~~

In the midst of huge air waves.

Gong Jiu was stabbed in from the back of his head by the sword light.

At that moment, his consciousness roared with fear:

"Save the old man..."

But I didn't even shout out my thoughts.

The Taoist Fei Flying Sword flew out from his head, and the blood mist and brain mass roared and exploded.

Kill this person in an instant!

The flying sword kills people, only speed and sharpness!

"Ming Jiu!!"

The little old man screamed, his voice full of grief and rage.

But I saw it.

Buzz ~~

After this sword passed, the remaining momentum remained unabated, causing the sound of rolling sounds to be heard.

The air is like the surface of water, twisting and rippling around and ripples!

In the end, he restrained himself in front of a person and disappeared into peace.

After killing Gong Jiu because of the sword, it had already fallen into the hands of the young emperor in front of the dragon throne.

After Chen Xixiang's soul returned, she did not speak, her eyes were faint, calm and powerful.

The momentum of his body naturally roared out, as if a real dragon was standing in this hall and came alive!

Then he threw down the dragon that was dancing by the windless dragon, stretched out his arm, and slowly pointed it at the old man with a sword.

It seems to be saying,

It's your turn!

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone in Shi Wenlou.

Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuxue looked at the emperor holding a sword on the dragon throne, and were in a very strong mood:

"This sword..."

"It turns out that Ye Gucheng actually died at the hands of the current emperor!!"

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked by what she saw.

No matter what, he never expected that the master in the Wenlou would be the current emperor.

Kill Ye Gucheng with one sword, and then kill Gong Jiu with another sword.

"This kind of master..."

Ximen Chuxue looked at Gong Jiu's body not far from Chen Xixiang's feet, and her heart was cold and numb.

A master at the level of the Sword Master was actually slaughtered like a pig or a dog in front of the emperor!

On the other side.

The little old man was pointed at by Chen Xixiang with a sword.

He looked at Gong Jiu's body. The person who was very optimistic about him and thought he was the most hopeful to inherit everything, died easily under the emperor's sword.

The plan he and others worked hard to organize was destroyed in front of an emperor who had hidden his invincible strength, like a child playing house, and was destroyed like a bubble.

The little old man looked at Chen Xixiang's eyes as faint as the Emperor of Heaven, with the remaining power of killing the master like killing a dog.

Such power is not only possible for the emperor.

He couldn't help but look at the sky.

Then, I laughed at the sky and felt lonely:

"Haha...hehehe..."

In his low laughter.

Bang!

Bang bang!!

Situ Zhaixing, Hua Manlou, the honest monk, the four famous guards, and the Yuhuatian all broke the windows.

The masters and others from the Great Hall of Supreme Harmony also came in.

As soon as I came in, I heard Wu Ming’s long smile.

After the little old man smiled lowly, he murmured in place with confused words doubting life:

"Who could have thought that who would have thought that today's Emperor of China actually possesses such powerful martial arts and swordsmanship. The master of swordsmanship is inferior to dogs under your hands."

He shook his head, his head full of white hair, full of loneliness and madness:

"It's really a joke. I have been plotting for ten years and organizing today's assassination and actions that have been organized for ten years are simply a huge joke!"

He already understood that neither he nor Gong Jiu could kill the emperor, and his last chance would disappear.

Now the sword that could control the air fell into the emperor's hands, and other masters from the Supreme Hall came over.

He, Wu Ming, is unable to live without here.

His murmuring voice was small.

But it is natural that anyone present is not a master.

And after hearing these words, my head buzzed.

Then, each one looked at it...

The young man holding a sword on the dragon throne had a faint eyes, high and down like a heavenly emperor, looking down at them all.

And their eyes noticed the sword that killed Ye Gucheng on the door plaque.

Now, in the hands of the emperor.

"this……"

Sikong Zhaixing turned into a mute and couldn't even speak.

The ruthless face was shocking, muttering to himself:

"It's actually the Emperor, it's impossible..."

While his mind was surging.

After the little old man was lost, his old eyes suddenly narrowed and finally looked at Chen Xixiang on the dragon throne:

"The winner is the emperor! Your Majesty is worthy of being in this position of 95! However, although I am defeated, I will never be a defeated enemy. I was insulted and asked to die!"

Chen Xixiang withdrew the sword pointing to the old man and said lightly:

"You are also a hero. If I don't humiliate you, you'll commit suicide here."

The little old man took a deep breath and raised his head.

After one or two breaths.

A smile of sadness:

"Caomin... Thank you, Your Majesty!"

A word fell.

Just under the shocking eyes of everyone coming in.

The little old man suddenly raised his palm, and the nails on his two fingers popped out, and pointed like a sword, stabbed into his forehead!

puff!

The blood light splattered into the air with the sound of the old man falling to the ground!
To be continued...