The Immortal Emperor Returns - Chapter 239

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The thunderstorm character was already hot, and when Yan Chong was so strong, he was instantly furious. Shouted:

"Yan Chong, looks like you are leaving me?"

This is the end, Yan Chong is not hiding his mind, now he is holding a gossip bronze mirror, everything is under control, there is nothing to worry about.

"Brother Lei, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and a family cannot be without a master for a day. I think nothing is more important than the future of Yanlong Palace."

Thunder storm sneered, and yelled, "Yan Chong, I understand what you mean. Don't you just want to be the master of the palace? Now I'm clear, I don't agree."

The smile on Yan Chong's face froze and became gloomy. He said, "Brother Lei, I admit that I want to be the master of this palace. But this is also the general trend. Who among the four people present, except me, has this qualification? "

Thunderstorm sneered and sarcastically said, "Don't you just rely on the power of Secret Treasure? You have the ability to fight with the true ability. I lost thunderstorm, and I am willing to serve you. If you lose, I will kneel down for you. Head, then roll back to your astrology group, and never mention it again. "

"Joke, Mibao is part of my strength, why not use it. If you have the ability, you can also use Mibao to fight me." Yan Chong mocked.

The thunderstorm flushed, and his mouth was speechless.

"Leader Yan, it seems that no results will be achieved today, will you give up?" The pretty widow had a shameful face. No one is happy because he was persecuted for no reason.

"I am thinking about the future development of Yanlong Palace." Yan Chong said.

The pretty widow sneered, "It's pretty grandiose. But I also take a stand. If you want to be the master of the palace, I don't agree with Firefox."

Yan Chong's eyes flashed cold.

The thunderstorm walked side by side with the pretty widow, sarcasticly: "Yan Chong, I don't know if your secret treasure can defeat me?"

Yan Chong's chest fluctuated violently. What he wanted was a complete Yanlong Palace. It seems impossible now.

He grinned, with a sly expression, and said, "It seems you are so hard-hearted that you are going to fight me?"

The pretty widow said: "Yan Chong, don't think your purpose, we don't know. You just want to turn Yanlong Palace into your private power. We will not agree."

"Yan Chong, you're too ambitious, don't think we are all fools and can't see what you're thinking." Thunderstorm said.

Yan Chong looked calmly and looked at the thunderstorm and the widow witty, but the war tiger was ignored, saying: "Since you are not willing, I will destroy your Firefox and Fenglei groups."

"On you?" Thunderstorm disdain.

The secret treasure is very strong, but he and the pretty widow team up, even if Yan Chong is holding the secret treasure is by no means an opponent.

"I know that the two are highly advanced, of course, it is impossible to rely on only one secret treasure." Yan Chong sneered, and then drank: "Brother Zuo, Brother Song, please show up."

Huh! Huh!

The two figures came together, almost lightning, and appeared next to Pei Chong.

The two had a strong breath and a proud look. Both of them bear long swords, and they are powerful.

Two emperors.

The thunderstorm and the witty widow looked dignified.

"Introduce the two." Yan Chong laughed, looking at the man with the sword, "This is Zuo Ziqiu of the Quartet Sword School."

After that, introduce another, "This is also from the Quartet Sword School, Song Ding."

"Yan Chong, you turned to the Quartet Sword School?" Thunderstorm rebuked.

Yan Chong shook his head and said, "Brother Lei, you are wrong. We are working together to create a great cause."

"Brother Yan, we don't have time to listen to you here." Song Ding spoke proudly.

Yan Chong's eyes were slightly angry, then he covered the past well, watching the thunderstorm and the widow widow, and said, "I advise the two to think about it, the earth is mutating, and the opportunities are numerous. Why not create a great cause with me?"

The pretty widow sneered, "We cooperate with the country to cut fierce beasts and save the people, which is also a piece of cake. Let's be a dog for the Quartet Sword School, we can't do it."

"I have a thunderstorm, but I also understand what to do and what not to do."

Huh!

The thunderstorm's voice had not yet dissipated, and a dazzling sword light cut at him. It was Song Ding.

The thunder raged, thunder and lightning walked around him, a punch blasted out, a thunderbolt struck, hit Jianguang, and exploded.

"Vile shameless villain." Thunderstorm was furious. He had been hit slightly by Yan Chong with his secret treasure. He rushed to face the injury just now, causing blood to shed from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Yan, since they are going to be the savior, let me behead him so that he can understand that he can't even save himself, how to save the world."

Yan Chong smirked and clenched his fist: "Then trouble Brother Song."

Huh!

The long sword came out of the sheath, and the chill poured out. A swordmang cut it off, bringing a hissing sound, like a serpent vomiting a letter.

"Really when Lei Ye is a soft persimmon."

Thunderstorm was furious, his body was surging inside, his fists were pulsing, and the arc was radiating.

Huh!

Violent blast, Jian Mang was scattered, and his energy raged.

Song Ding pushed forward, sweeping his sword, sweeping his sword, insidious and hot, and staying true to the thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm roared again and again, a pair of iron fists waved airlessly, the thunder thundered, and the two fought together.

Zuo Ziqiu's eyes moved on the widow's body, with strange weird light under his eyes, and he turned to look at Yan Chong, and said, "Leave it to me."

Couldn't Yan Chong understand what Zuo Ziqiu was thinking, he also relaxed and nodded with a smile.

Zuo Ziqiu lightly pointed on his toes, swiftly moving towards witty widows and raised his hands to her shoulders.

The pretty widow had a shameful face, snorted coldly, Zuo Ziqiu was too big, and even the sword did not come out. The moment Zuo Ziqiu's hand was about to grab her shoulder.

boom!

A layer of hot flames rose from her entire body, and her hands were raised violently, and a red flame in the palm of her hand struck Zuo Ziqiu's chest like a fire dragon.

Zuo Ziqiu was frightened. He closed his hands and hurried backwards, but he was one step too late. He was hit by the fire dragon on the lower abdomen.

"You will regret it." Zuo Ziqiu stared at the pretty widow.

"I will make you blind." The pretty widow angered. Just now Zuo Ziqiu's eyes were full of obscenity and obscenity, which made her sick.

boom!

The witty widow was surrounded by flames, and the air was refined, making a crackling noise, and rushed to Zuo Ziqiu fiercely.

Zuo Ziqiu's long sword came out of the scabbard, wielding the sword sharply, the coldness was fierce, and the stinging poisonous widow widow.

clang!

The witty widow hits the blade with one palm, sparks explode, and terror energy spreads.

Dangdang ...!

The two battled together, and Chiyan, the widow widow, was very overbearing. With a pair of flesh palms, Zuo Ziqiu was indistinguishable.

The battle of the emperors was so horrible.

Huh!

The thunderstorm flew up, blood blew up in the air, and a dozen-centimeter-long sword wound surged on his chest.

He would have been wounded, but if he hadn't escaped quickly, Song Ding would have had his stomach broken.

The pretty widow is in a hurry, the flames around her are smashing, the palms are shot continuously, and the horrible flames keep blowing.

clang!

Zuo Ziqiu's sword was distorted with a single palm. The widow wielded like a flashlight, and the other head hit his shoulder.

Zuo Ziqiu groaned, his shoulder clothes instantly burned to gray, his shoulder skin was black, and the force of the bursting fire penetrated into his body, destroying his veins.

Seeing this, Song Ding abandoned the thunderstorm and rushed towards the widow widow.

The pretty widow didn't hesitate and raised her palm to meet.

Dangdang ...!

After several consecutive sounds, Song Ding was beaten by the widow widow.

boom!

The red flames of her palm ignited, and her palm was hit with a severe palm. Song Ding's swords were all red. If they were replaced with ordinary iron swords, they would have become molten iron.

However, at this moment, a dragon chant came from behind her.

boom!

A golden dragon shadow hit her, and a dazzling golden light broke out. The witty widow spewed a large blood, and the whole person flew out.

"Yan Chong, you mean, shameless villain." Thunderstorm roared blood.

Yan Chong took advantage of the widow to confront Song Ding, and actually attacked her with a gossip bronze mirror.

Yan Chong snorted coldly and said, "Become the king and defeat the pirates, I think you should ask for more blessings."

Song Ding smiled, rushed to the thunderstorm, the sword groaned, and pierced his heart fiercely.

The thunderstorm was furious, but the injuries were too severe, and it was obviously slower.

Suddenly there was a bang, and only listening to the sound of "声" breaking into the air, shouting at Song Ding.

"Rewind." Yan Chong shouted.

Song Ding heard the sound, and he didn't know well. He swept backwards, like lightning.

Huh!

A silver mang rubbed his back-flying over, and then only heard the sound of "Boom", the fire was soaring, the horrible storm spread and the ground trembled, and a group of buildings within a hundred meters instantly turned into flying ash.

All present were scalp numbness, cold hands and feet. In particular, Song Ding saw sweat on his forehead and had a lingering fear.

Everyone looks at War Tiger.

The war tiger also stared straight. He did not expect the power of the pulse gun to be so horrible. This can definitely kill a good man.

"You're looking for death." Zuo Ziqiu forced the power of the flame in his body. He was closest to the battle tiger. A sword was cut out, and the sword gas was trained into a blast.

boom!

The whole pulse was bombarded, the war tiger coughed up blood, and flew out.

"Ding ants, dare to shoot at me." Song Ding sullen and rushed towards the war tiger. If Yan Chong had reminded him in time, even if he was the emperor, it is now exploding into blood. Therefore, he wants to kill the war tiger and vent his anger.

The thunderstorm roared, forcibly performed merit, followed Song Ding, trying to stop him and rescue the war tiger.

He did not look down on a small ant like Zhanhu, but Zhanhu saved him just now. He couldn't watch Zhanhu die in Song Ding's hands.

It was a pity that he was too injured. He spit out a large mouthful of blood when he rushed for ten meters, and he was stupefied and almost fell.

The war tiger was furious and looked at Song Ding who came from the attack. He laughed bitterly, and the emperor struck him. How could he escape?

Song Ding's face was bleak, and his sword was so strong that it was necessary to chop the war tiger into flesh.

The sword is not falling, the sword is coming, and the fighting tiger feels cold.

"dead."

Long sword brought a cold Yinmang severely cut, Song Ning's eyes were cruel and cruel.

Huh!

At the very moment of death, a silver mang burst into the air with a sharp breaking sound.

Song Ding was frightened and swept his sword fiercely.

clang!

It was a silver gun, the tip of which hit the blade and sparks splattered. Song Ding's long sword cracked.

A spear like a dragon, destroying a sword, unstoppable.

puff!

Blood sprayed, and the silver gun penetrated Song Ding's neck, and flew out with him, and he was nailed to a stone wall several hundred meters away with a bang.

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