013 Emperor Chu Castle

Seeing him like this, Wuchen was afraid that he would have trouble, so he said, "Donor, dare to ask why you are looking for the sea city mage."

Yang Zifan didn't want to have more entanglement with this monk and casually said, "Go away and get out of the way." One man skimmed a little higher and flew over his head sideways.

Wuchen said together, "If the donor doesn't give a reason, the little monk can only be offended."

The body of Buddhism's cultivation broke out, and his body moved a few feet horizontally and blocked it again. Yang Zifan was upset and didn't expect to hide his cultivation at all. He shouted, "Move." The whole person quietly appeared 100 meters away from Wuchen.

"It's him."

Wuchen turned around and saw Yang Zifan disappearing in sight, and he was shocked.

That night, the masked man escaped from his Buddha's clothes. He didn't speculate for a day to guess who the man was. No matter how he thought about it, he would be such a teenager in his early 20s.

When he found such a clue, he would not give up the chase and shouted, "Don't run away." I caught up.

Just as the two confronted each other, a figure hid in the trees on the ground and made them leave and quickly fled west. This man was not the iron guard spy who killed Master Qianxun that night.

One person and one monk, one before and after, flying in the air.

Not long, he rushed across a river and suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing a huge natural city appear in front of him, Yang Zifan's heart moved. At this time, he only had yin and yang cold jade in his heart. He found it and was looking for Si Nanxiao. He didn't notice any visions in the grass outside the imperial city at all. When he rushed through here, he realized Dust down your body.

I don't know what treasure it was. It was bright. Yang Zifan's body was pulled by the strange force bursting out of the treasure light. A large group of guards jumped up from the ground, holding a scorpion-shaped knife, and took Yang Zifan's head straight.

Yang Zifan ignored it and bumped into it like a crazy lion. The fire splashed everywhere, the knife merged a foot away, and the guards fled in horror.

There was a slight roar in the sky, and a white palm grabbed it down. When the palm fell, Yang Zifan had rushed into the guard. There were panic and screams everywhere, and the iron guards fell to the ground and could not get up.

Behind the plain white palm was an extremely charming man, with a solemn look. He waved his hand and rushed up again, with his hands and claws, and several Zhenyuan flew like knives.

Yang Zifan sneered, and his body flying forward suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he came behind him, waved and chopped, without hesitation. The charming man's expression changed greatly, and his head flashed sideways, but his neck had been hit, and his eyes fell black.

Wuchen, who wanted to take action behind him, was stunned when he saw Yang Zifan so powerful that he did not take action. Yang Zifan turned around and stared at him with a pair of blood-red eyes. The flames on his arms dissipated and flew straight to the city of Emperor Chu.

The iron guards along the way were all caused by his move.

He flew over the wall of Emperor Chu, looked at the glorious palace in the distance, and shouted, "Master Haicheng, come out."

The bells rang in Emperor Chu's city, and a large group of black guards rushed to the city wall from all directions.

They all wore black armor and held long guns, and a man flew out of the sky and shouted, "You know that it's a bold thief who dares to break into Emperor Chu's city without permission."

Yang Zifan looked coldly. At this moment, he was already in a semi-crazy state. The heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body was spinning crazily. A powerful and unparalleled force hit his body, and his spiritual sense was extremely hot. In his eyes, there was only the sea city mage and only the yin in the hands of Haicheng mage. Yang Lengyu.

"Where is the sea city mage?"

"You want to die." The general was furious. Who dared to speak like this in Emperor Chu's city? With a wave of his arm, the long knife in his hand flew out and turned into thousands of knives to cover Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan laughed and said, "The little skill of carving insects." He jumped up and grabbed the long knife-like treasure. The flames burned, and the long knife turned into ashes all over the sky. The general spit out blood and fell from the air.

Yang Zifan patted the dust in his hand and said, "Who dares to block me?"

Thousands of imperial city guards don't know who shouted and caught the thieves. The black guard rushed to the head of the city, and Yang Zifan did not flash and flew up. His hands were full of green lotus. He shouted and flew down with a boxing ground.

Two-leaf flowers bloom, what a power, swarming out.

All the guards of the imperial city fell wherever they passed, and even the wall of the imperial city roared, and most of them were destroyed. The smoke covered the gate. One person jumped up in the thick smoke and dust, and the headscarf flew away.

He looked at the imperial city in the distance and shouted again, "Master Haicheng, come out."

Wuchen, who hid in the distance and watched, found that something was wrong. The man obviously went crazy. Seeing that his cultivation was so profound, he hurried east.

Yang Zifan's face is pale, surrounded by black air on his cheeks.

In the majestic imperial city, an angry shout flew out of a man, wearing gold armor and holding a long gun. He shouted, "Xiaoyuan's cultivation, dare to destroy half of the wall of Emperor Chu City so arrogantly. Let's see how I deal with you."

On the ground, some remnants of the imperial city guards saw the man flying out. For a moment, they didn't know where the strength came from and shouted, "It's General Shuo Wei, the Flying Dragon."

"General Flying Dragon..."

Yang Zifan frowned. The other party's cultivation could not be seen clearly, but how could he take care of who the other party was and turned into a fireball to hit this person.

Shuo Wei, the flying dragon general, one of the three generals of Emperor Chu, has the highest cultivation. His cultivation has been close to the empty underworld period, and the flying dragon Taoism practiced is even more domineering. There is also a flying dragon gun in his hand, which can turn dragon elephants, and is invincible.

"Looking for death." General Shuo Wei saw that the other party rushed up without hesitation. The long gun shook, and the real air of the flying dragon poured into his whole body, instantly broke through the flames around Yang Zifan and took Yang Zifan's chest.

The flying dragon gun broke the body of everything, which was extraordinary. Wherever Yang Zifan passed, the flames of the green lotus on his body were extinguished. Yang Zifan is unconscious.

General Feilong sneered and said that Yang Zifan was a powerful fool. As soon as the dragon gun arrived, he would definitely die.

When the gun enters, everything is silent.

The person was close and hit the head of the gun.

A trace of blue fire lit up, which made everyone's eyes hurt in a blink of an eye. After that, a circular aperture oscillated vertically. Break through the dust-covered world.

There was blue light and golden light. The silence seemed to be torn. Then came the huge sound of impact. General Shuo Wei hummed down three feet but pulled his body hard and jumped back. The long gun shot and shot out.

The gun body changed and turned into a hundred-foot golden flying dragon, roaring towards Yang Zifan who was at hand.

When the flying dragon came again, no one could see what was going on under the golden flying dragon. He only heard three phoenixes, which made his ears deaf, and the golden light pierced his eyes blind.

For a long time, after everything is over, everyone can see it. The flying dragon gun turned into a prototype and fell from the sky. After the dragon gun, General Feilong covered his mouth with his hand and reached out to grab the flying dragon gun that had never left his hand, but finally failed to catch it.

Opposite, Yang Zifan was wrapped in bronze armor with cyan flames, and there were two flying feather-shaped purple flames on his shoulder. On the simple face, there is still a cold expression, the turban on the head has been destroyed, and the green nine-leaf lotus pattern exudes a suffocating breath.

"Moon Demon."

Everyone exclaimed almost at the same time.

General Feilong swallowed his blood and said in a trembling voice, "It turned out to be you."

Above the imperial city, Chu Huai, the emperor of Emperor Chu, who sat and watched the flying disaster, stood up and said, "Waste, ordinary waste, the other party is obviously a teenager in his early 20s. You guys can't beat it. General Feihu, General Feifeng quickly went to catch him.

Flying Tiger General Lucheng, Feifeng General Mu Chen took the order and flew to the sky and stood side by side with General Feilong.

The three strongest fighting forces of Emperor Chu City, two masters of the Yuanying period and a master of the quasi-air underworld period stood together today, facing this figure who is in his early 20s but has the title of moon demon.

Yang Zifan did not pay attention to the new two, but continued to ask, "Where is Master Haicheng?"

"How can a mage from Haicheng be seen by people like you?" General Mu Chen said coldly. General Feihu seemed to have a very good relationship with General Feilong, so he first asked General Feilong if he could fight again.

General Feilong said that it was unhindered, took a deep breath and recalled the Feilong gun. Unfortunately, he looked at the cracks on the gun body.

The gun waved again, and General Feifeng quickly retreated. General Feihu pulled out a long knife at his waist and rushed to Yang Zifan side by side with General Feilong. General Feifeng pulled out a long bow in the air, pulled the bow string, and turned the arrow into a real yuan.

One knife and one shot, and each master equivalent to Yang Zifan's cultivation, under the full attack, the sky was strange, the wind gusts, and the unparalleled Zhenyuan actually converged together, turning into a huge spirit of gold and purple, rising to the sky and falling again.

Behind him, General Feifeng pulled his long bow and aimed at the eyebrows of the opposite teenager, and the bow string was full.

Yang Zifan stood in the air, and the flames on the Qingluan fairy armor swallowed. He looked at the strength that fell from the sky that was enough to destroy his own energy. Unexpectedly, he had no idea of fear at all. The green lotus in his body was as cold as water and crazily brought him into another special realm. Everything around seems to be silent, but you can hear complicated and chaotic sounds. Everything in front of him is obviously enough to threaten life, but he is not afraid at all and doesn't think about what to do.

He turned his head, looked at General Feihu, looked up at General Feifeng, and his energy fell. Even though he flew up, his whole body suddenly broke out without reservation.

The "broken" formula was against the purple gold gas. A crack appeared from the middle position, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it extended to the tail. The whole gas collapsed after a gust of wind blew.

The guards of the imperial city on the ground looked at this scene in horror.

General Flying Tiger only heard the shouting of General Flying Dragon in his ear: "Flying Tiger, get out of the way."