Chapter 127 Emperor's Sword!

Jinyang held his breath and stared at Zhao Qing, who was broken. There were nine golden sword lights, with an imperial spirit in the nobility. The sword light trembled with bursts of dragons, and Zhao Qing came close to Jinyang.

"Hmm?"

Looking up at Lei Yun above his head, Zhao Qing, who stood in the thunder disaster, seemed to be non-existent. Zhao Qing, who was shrouded in the killing, wrapped in the imperial breath, looked at Jinyang and suddenly laughed.

"Ky, more than ten years have passed, I, Zhao Qing! Achieve the immortals and fight 100,000 miles in blood! With the inheritance of the ancient emperor, the number of strong people who have been killed can't be counted!" Zhao Qing's conversation and laughter, his hair loosed with a strong blood.

Slowly pulled out the suzerain's sword, Jin Yang stepped on the earth and stared at Zhao Qing, who looked down at him without any fear. The extreme humiliation in the prince's school palace could be endured. Now Zhao Qing can't shake Jin Yang's mind no matter what he says.

Huh? The broken sword from there also dares to compete with my emperor's sword!" Zhao Qing was not in a hurry for a moment and said with some laughter. It's just that the nine swords around the body are not a joke.

The patriarchal sword with ancient war marks does look a little depressed, but Jin Yang does not think its actual power is the same. Holding a sword in both hands, his eyes fell on a big sword in Zhao Qing's right hand. It was three feet long. The golden flame was unspeakable, and the world's eyes were hot.

"The sword of the three ancient emperors really fell into your hands?" Jinyang has always been a little suspicious of Zhao Qing's words. The ancient three emperors, the legendary supreme saints, their weapons are at least a congenital holy weapon, so powerful that people dare not look directly at them. Zhao Qing's immortal cultivation can't stir up any waves in the world. Even if there is, it will be taken away!

Zhao Qing looked at the suspicious Jin Yang and somehow felt excused. Over the years, she has been used to talking with the sword in her hand, and all the people who wanted to rob and question died under her.

Zhao Qing smiled and said, "There have been many people who have questioned these years, but they have all died under its power!" The smile on Zhao Qing's face gradually thickened, and Jin Yang's heart suddenly sank.

Bang by the heavenly disaster, the erosion of the wind, Jin Yang's whole body is tense, and he already believes that what she has in her hand is the emperor's sword.

Zhao Qing, standing in the sky, lost his patience. The three-foot emperor's sword waved, and the nine golden sword lights roared with her will to the golden sun on the ground. The thousand-foot-long sword spirit brought by the wind blowing bones.

In an instant, Jinyang's hands holding the suzerain's sword sweated. The existence of the innate sacred weapon of the middle emperor's sword of the ancient three emperors made people heartbroken. Jinyang, who jumped up hard, went head-on and had no idea of waiting to be killed at all.

"Is it a seal?" As soon as his consciousness moved, Jinyang shouted loudly and waved the sword of the suzerain in his hand. Jinyang soared, and the black sword went straight to the light of the sword, sonorous, like the sound of metal attack.

The nine golden swords had no vigorous breath and sank vigorously, and the blood boiled on Jinyang's sword.

"Go!" Zhao Qing shouted fiercely, holding the emperor's sword in his hand, and ordered the nine golden sword lights to line up and fall towards the golden sun. Jinyang smiled and saw that these nine golden swords were powerful but not very sensitive. If he stood still, he would die. He would not stand still!

"Zhao Qing, I want your young master's life. Let's go home and practice for a few years!" Jin Yang shouted and laughed in his heart as he looked at the golden sword light that had been flashed by him.

"If you think I only have this ability, then you are ready to die!" Zhao Qing shouted sharply and went straight to Jinyang. The two were less than ten miles apart. The fairy light moved differently. Zhao Qing could easily kill Jinyang with his cultivation beyond a realm of Jinyang.

Nine golden sword lights surrounded Jinyang, and the thunder and lightning overhead fell from time to time, all hitting Jinyang's body, and no aftershocks fell on the sword light of the emperor's sword.

"Wow..." Jin Yang, who was exhausted, stared at Zhao Qing, who flew quickly. He looked up and wanted to rush into the disaster cloud. He didn't want to believe that Zhao Qing could really ignore the disaster cloud. With her cultivation, he should be able to contain her again.

The clouds pressed against Jinyang's head, and the clouds were clearly visible. Just when Jinyang wanted to stand up, the dusty ** was held around the waist of the golden flame, hard like red copper.

With a scream, Jinyang flew out, and Xianxia's body trembled. The heavenly disaster and the wind did not stop, and the roaring sound resounded through the world.

Zhao Qing was extremely cold and charming, looking sideways at the golden sun flying out. Nine swords stood all over him, like a king defending himself. Thunder and Tianfeng couldn't stay around her at all, as if they had been driven away. Jinyang fell sharply from Tianshan Mountain, and the wind surged from the lungs to the whole body.

"Cough, cough..."

Jinyang, who slowly got up, dripped blood on the ground and sank into dark red in the soil. Holding the suzerain's sword in his hand, he kept coughing, and even his body arched down, and half of his body was numb.

"Do you know that the prince's school palace has turned upside down? I don't know that the prince who came out there is extremely strong. Ten years have been a perfect fairy!" Zhao Qing, who had the upper hand, suddenly opened his mouth and told Jin Yang, but did not immediately kill him.

Jinyang, who was sweating all over in pain, gritted his teeth, and his body was almost naked, with only a little fairy spirit around him. Looking at Zhao Qing puzzledly, the sword in his hand was ready to fight to the death.

"What do you mean?" Jinyang asked in a low voice. Between his words, it was thunderous, shining on the world, and the sky and the wind roared, but Jinyang didn't care about all this. The essence of his 30,000 years of mana was almost exhausted. Now Jinyang can't go to heaven or escape to the ground, and it has reached a desperate point.

"One blow will kill you!" Zhao Qing did not answer. The emperor's sword in his hand slowly raised it and put it in front of him as if it were appreciating, but it was a precursor to a desperate blow in Jin Yang's eyes. Under the thunder and lightning, she slowly raised the suzerain's sword and waited for her strength to pour down.

For a long time, Zhao Qing seemed to enjoy the pleasure of hunting. His jade hand stroked the emperor's sword, making people's impulsive red lips gently open: "Be my slave, and the 'Emperor's God Fist' in the emperor's inheritance will be taught to you!" Zhao Qing's words sounded hundreds of miles away, and many monks who came to Chudi to get a little benefit heard it clearly.

People in the distance were shocked to hear the emperor's name. No matter what the immortals are, even the immortals in the dark are no exception. The emperor was the emperor of the ancient king of the earth. The prestige handed down from the endless era has not passed away, and his majesty is enough to pass on through the ages.

Jin Yang suddenly became angry when he heard this sentence, and the blood of war roared all over him. He could no longer calm down. More than ten years later, Zhao Qing was more ruthless and incomprehensible.

"If you want me to submit to Jinyang and be your slave, I will pass on to you the flawless Taoist books of 'Emperor's Golden Book', 'Xuanyu Jade Sutra', 'Big Cave True Sutra' and 'Taishijing'! There is only one condition to be my slave!" Jin Yang gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Qing ferociously. Zhao Qing, who was ten-nine stable, looked at Jin Yang, extremely tragic, with no wisps on his burnt body and messy hair like a savage.

"No wonder the life Sister Su wants! Just take out those Taoist books! Make me Zhao Qing!" Emperor Zhao Qing's sword was horizontal, and his face was no longer so relaxed. He looked at Jin Yang's struggle.

Jin Yang looked at Zhao Qing, who was full of confidence, and laughed. There was another huge shock between the lightning and thunder, and the boiling blood and blood were drying up.

"If you want a Taoist book, go back to the Prince's Academy to find it yourself! Su Qin's bitch wanted to seize the Taoist book, but unfortunately she accidentally fell into the third prison.

Before Jin Yang's words fell, Zhao Qing laughed coldly. The emperor's sword pointed directly at Jin Yang and shouted, "Su Qin's life is not so easy to take. In a hundred years, there will be another peerless demon king in heaven and earth."

The sharp sword spirit flowed endlessly, and the sharp sharpness hit Jinyang. Even the monks 100 miles away could feel the power and retreated hurriedly.

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