"Can't beat you?"

The emperor sneered and directly showed his sword: "Little girl, let's try a fight! Li Shier almost beat me up back then. If you can't beat me, Li Shier would be a deceiving person!"

"What if I've been beaten?"

Yin Feng opened his hand, and a flame was beating in his palm. "I've beaten it, what are the benefits of me?"

She looked at the Emperor's Master with a pair of phoenix eyes with interesting slightest eyes.

The two strong men were talking, and Wen Jingzhu and Xiao Long did not dare to interrupt casually.

"Hmph! Yin Feng, you helped the evildoer back then, but you bullied us a lot! When Chi You is resurrected, I am afraid that he will be the first to seek revenge on you!"

The emperor pointed at Yin Feng. It was obvious that he wanted to suppress his anger, but he still couldn't control it.

"So what?" Yin Feng's smile was always so confident. "He resurrected once, I will kill him once! He resurrected again, I will kill him again! I will see if he destroyed his Ghost Martial Clan, who else can help him resurrect him."

"Crazy! You female madman!" The emperor shook his head with a bitter face: "You two are both madmen! But I heard that you have never met him."

"Old thing." Yin Feng snorted: "Have you learned gossip after being locked up for thousands of years?"

"You..." The Emperor Master raised his sword and shouted softly: "Battle!"

"Are you sure you have beaten me? You have been imprisoned for thousands of years. You are no match for me now." Yin Feng hugged her hands, with disdain in her eyes: "First take care of your undead tribe and be fucked by the younger generation. What kind of face do you have to be one of the seven emperors?"

"you!"

When the title was mentioned, the Emperor's face looked even more ugly.

Back then, he was definitely not an ordinary person!

Even compared to Chi You and others, the identity of the imperial master is more noble!

Otherwise, why did the emperor call himself emperor after overthrowing him?

Because the Emperor Master was the overlord who was famous in the past!

"Do you know why the Holy Lord refused to accept your title of Western Emperor back then?" Yin Feng seemed to be worried that it would not be exciting enough and laughed "Puchi".

"Because you are not worthy."

“Geeh.”

Even Wen Jingzhu next to her couldn't listen.

No matter what, Emperor Shi was definitely a character back then, and he was an invincible existence today!

Can……

Such a big boss was actually ridiculed?

Still laughing at me one after another?

A little too much.

It's okay to slap the face, but it's swelling all sides of the face?

"Little Nizi, have you ever heard a word?" The imperial master's right hand shook slightly, and the sword's body was actually filled with golden light. "Jing, it's still so spicy!"

"Is that true?" Yin Feng not only did not have any serious expression when facing the imperial master who was about to go crazy, but instead laughed more presumptuously: "Old thing, you are so old. Then I'll ask you..."

"Have you ever heard a word?"

"Don't respect for the old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky!

A phoenix sound came!

A fire phoenix slowly condensed in the sky, soaring around her fingertips.

"You..." The imperial master pointed at Yin Feng with his other hand, obviously a little surprised.

"Are you still fighting?" Yin Feng was disdainful, and it can even be said that he had never looked down on the Emperor's Master from the beginning.

"I haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and everyone is all friends. Why do you fight and kill like this?" The imperial master took back his sword and put his hands on his back, looking like a fairy-like appearance. "Sit down and talk?"

Wen Jingzhu and Xiao Long, who were standing beside him, had already retreated and wanted to watch a wonderful battle between the powerful ancients.

Can……

That's it?

It's too...unsatisfactory, right?

"Are you worthy?" Yin Feng asked back, not seemingly inappropriate.

"Haha." The emperor sneered, turned around and looked at Wen Jingzhu and Xiao Long: "We have something to do, right?"

"have!"

Xiao Long nodded immediately: "It's a very anxious thing!"

"Do work first, let's talk about the others later." The imperial sage nodded with satisfaction and strided forward.

Xiao Long carried Duan Tongtian and followed closely behind.

The three of them walked far away, and Wen Jingzhu suddenly spoke: "What's the matter? Why don't I know?"

"Oh, I remembered it!" She suddenly realized: "The old senior wants to invite us to dinner!"

"Yes." The emperor coughed to prevent himself from falling into an embarrassing situation.

...

After the victory, the Hei Song League was full of festive and peaceful atmospheres.

The martial arts masters of Kunlun Mountain gathered here, and were so uncomfortable with the reception of Zhang Jinsong.

But the middle road of Kunlun Mountain is in a very difficult situation.

Leng Han and others, with the fake Holy Lord, were actually slow to move forward.

"Xilou's ability is far beyond our imagination."

In a spacious conference room, Lin Qingdi and others looked sad.

I thought that they would gather all the strong men along the way, and they could successfully push them to Fengshantai by cutting melons and vegetables, and fight to the death with Nanshan Han.

But I never expected that they became the slowest way.

"If we can't defeat the enemy ahead, we will fall into a passive state. What is the Black Song Alliance and what is the strong! They are all a group of waste!"

Leng Han only had one hand, but he still angrily smashed the table!

His emotions were completely out of control!

Especially Ye Bugui returned because of his injury, which made their combat effectiveness decrease again.

"What should I do? A strong attack tomorrow? If we can't win, we really want..."

Bang!

Just then.

The door was kicked open.

Sima Wuji walked in with a gloomy face and carried a long knife.

"Sima? When did you come back?" Lin Qingdi stood up and asked with a smile: "I'm about to ask you, why are you doing so badly in the Hei Song League?"

"He was betrayed." Ye Bugui, who had not spoken, said, "Insider."

"Insider? Who is the Insider?" Leng Han looked around for a week and looked at the people in the room: "Only we know about this matter. If there is an Insider, we can only appear by our side."

Sima Wuji's failure was also expected by him.

Although it is not difficult to instigate the Black Song League, there are too many variables in a large number of alliances.

Now that Ye Bugui said this, he realized that things were not that simple.

"Sima, it doesn't matter if you fail. But it's a mistake to make excuses for yourself..."

Puchi!

Not finished speaking.

Sima Wuji cut down with one knife!

Punching into Lin Qingdi’s body!

"Emperor Lin Qing! You dare to harm me behind your back!" Sima Wuji roared angrily.

This knife is the Sky-Breaking Sword he hid!

No one knows it except Lin Zhan.

But now, Sima Wuji doesn’t want to hold on anymore, or he feels that he can’t bear the day he sees the emperor!

He lit up his sword.

"what are you up to!"

"Sima!"

Almost instantly, everyone stood up!

Sima Wuji was not sure whether his Sky-Breaking Sword was real.

His heart beats wildly!

It can even be said that from the moment he became an undead tribe, Sima Wuji changed.

"You dare to cut me!"
Chapter completed!