Everyone widened their eyes, and no one expected that she would say this.

For a moment, I didn't know whether she should be careful or logical.

"No problem." Wang Cheng said gritting his teeth.

It was the first time he had encountered such an opponent in his practice for so many years.

"very good--"

After Chu Yue chuckled, the battle axe slashed the ground and slashed a flash of fire and extended to the gully under the foot of the royal city.

The pair of cold-blooded black eyes under the broken hair on the forehead filled with boundless fighting spirit and evil spirits.

"Ye Chuyue, Ling Tian, ​​and Wuzong's eighth Duan, dare to kill Emperor Wu, please give me advice!"

Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled bitterly. After saying that, she stepped on the ground and rushed out of her feet.

Leaping into the air, raising the Bone-breaking Battle Axe high and slashing from top to bottom.

"court death!"

With a loud shout, golden lightning surrounded his body.

At the same time, the light golden power of the Martial Emperor swarmed into the royal city like a tide bursting from all directions of the world, outside the cold wind tower.

Wangcheng's body ran like an iron leopard and jumped up a few steps. The two swords crossed and burst into purple lightning, and golden lightning burst into inside.

The two swords collided with each other, and a deafening and sharp sound broke out.

The mighty martial emperor's strength was passed to Chu Yue's palm through the two swords and axes.

In an instant, the tiger's mouth became numb, the metacarpal bones cracked, and the bone-breaking battle axe flew out of his palm.

The moment she fell, she grabbed the handle of the axe with her left hand.

"The beautiful world is not a remote area of ​​your imperial domain. When will the Wuzong Realm dare to be rampant in the capital?"

Wang Cheng sneered and slashed two more swords in the air.

The blade on the left side is as blue as frost, and its strength turns into a dragon, like a dragon breaking through the sea.

The sword in his right hand was full of fire, and the fire phoenix spread its wings and roared, like a phoenix reborn in Nirvana.

The dragon spits out the frost and ice to seal the Chu Yueru sculpture.

The fire phoenix cried, and the fire burned Chu Yue’s internal organs.

The purple blade was in the snap of his fingers and left hundreds of bloody wounds on Chu Yue's martial body.

"Bang!"

The frozen Chu Yue was like a bloody sculpture, and it became the most satisfying handicraft in God's hands. It fell on the ground of the Cold Wind Tower and smashed a huge deep pit.

Around her, thick smoke filled her figure.

"Little junior sister!"

"Sister Xiaoyue!"

“…”

Behind, Tu Weiwei and others and the giant ghost spirit, their eyes were red with rage and rushed over desperately.

The royal city shouted softly like thunder, and slashed out with two swords.

The blade edge rushes around.

Frost dragon.

Fireworks Phoenix.

A pair of crazy swords were made like a method, and they solved the enemy, including the giant ghost spirit, within three moves.

The royal city was floating in the air, feeling that it was not satisfying enough, and released the vast Wuhuang Domain Field!

Domain field—

Only practitioners who have reached the Martial Emperor realm are qualified to practice.

The higher the strength, the stronger the domain field will be.

The domain field originates from the soul, similar to the crushing of willpower.

Its terrible degree is no less than that of a mountain breaking the backbone of a warrior.

The situation of the war is a one-sided situation and a one-sided massacre.

Such an ending is within everyone's expectations.

Not surprising.

It is normal for Emperor Wu to massacre Wu Zong and Wu Sheng, not to mention the martial artists who came from a resource-scarce place like the Five Lands of the Imperial Realm.

"Bad guy, don't hurt my mother."

Xiaobao rushed to the deep pit and stretched out his hands to protect his mother. His small figure could stand up to the sky.

He gritted his teeth with red eyes.

At a young age, I understand what hatred is.

He hated this group of people to bully their mother while Emperor Daddy was not.

I also hate that I am powerless in the face of powerful strength.

He was stalking his neck, and the fortitude and indestructibility of his purple eyes.

At this moment, Chen Nian ran out wildly, protected Xiaobao behind him, stared at Wangcheng with his eyes: "You are an eight-foot man, how can you bully a woman?"

"Martial arts, no matter how men or women, only strength or weakness."

The royal city is cold and authentic.

"Is it not the meaning of becoming a strong person to punish evil and promote good to protect the weak?"

Chen Nian's eyes were red: "If martial artists in the world practice strongly to trample on the weak, then is there any need for this martial arts to exist? Those born in the woods and lowly people, are they destined to be bullied? Are they not worthy of standing in the steep sun? My mother once told me that the knife in my hand is used to protect my family and innocent people. Lord Wangcheng, I Chen Nian is willing to guarantee my life. Sister Ye is a good person and she should not die under your knife. If your knife needs blood to pay tribute, I am willing to give it to you."

Wangcheng frowned.

He met Chen Nian once, at the sect conference.

The reason why I was impressed was that Chen Nian, as the son of the sect leader, crawled on the ground and was released by the new wife of Tianshan Sect.

Those who have seen this scene are hard to forget.

The boy is as obedient as a dog.

"The Lord of the Hundred Ghosts must die." Wang Cheng said coldly.

"Ling Tian Chennian, I'll ask for death."

Old age is stubborn and authentic.

Wang Cheng wanted to speak but stopped, and there was a little shock in his eyes.

Chen Nian actually claimed to be a man of Lingtian...

“Aged!”

A familiar voice sounded, but with a little weakness.

But when Ji He was being carried, he saw that the royal city was moved, he shouted with all his strength: "You really think you are a good person, and you are arrogant and talk about martial arts here. When you feed your mother's ashes to Chunlong, you are not worthy of standing on the road of martial arts."

Chen Nianru was trembling all over her body. A violent sense of electric current rushed from the inspiration to the heart, and then spread from the heart to the limbs and bones, and even her fingertips were trembling and chilling.

He turned his head mechanically and looked at Ji He, who was wrapped tightly with the soft cloth on the stretcher outside the door, with clear bloodshots in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Chen Nian asked.

"Have you never discovered that there were ashes in the food?"

"That's right, that's your mother's ashes."

"It's ridiculous that you still want to pick the Ice Soul Flower and return to the sect. If you pick it back, no one will wait for you."

"I watched your mother burned to ashes by the fire."

"When she died, she didn't even struggle, but she cried. You know, she cried, just cried and called your name."

“…”

One by one, the sounds are like a demonic sound.

Chen Nian stepped back step by step, his eyes widening so hard that he was furious.

In his mind, he recalled the scene of himself feeding the pure dragon.

Those foods...

It's really strange.

But he didn't think much about it, but just did his own responsibilities.

Only when he lives like a dog can he have the life to go back to see his mother.

But he never thought that he fed his mother to Pure Dragon.

"thump--"

Chen Nian's knees were pressed to the ground and his hands were supported.

Tears as big as beans slid across his face, and the boy was heartbroken in the wind.
Chapter completed!