Chapter 170 Sword Slave!

The military camp 150 miles away condensed into a white tiger evil spirit, looking at the four directions, and a slight movement is a thunderbolt. The face of the galloping Black Mountain old demon changed, and his heart thumped. Jin Yang's behavior was tantamount to taking the initiative to provoke.

"Deputy suzerain, hurry up!" The old demon of Montenegro shouted softly and looked around, guarding against the patrol of the king of heaven and Marquis Wu. Jinyang, who stood quietly, was full of mountains and seas in his heart. Yingwuhou died in the battle and his wife moved into the palace. His only daughter Nie Wushuang disappeared, which made a lot of rumors. Even the military commanders who went abroad knew it. It can be imagined that this incident caused a sensation in Chen's internal area.

The melancholy Jinyang listened to the call of the old black demon and knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time.

"Let's go." With a casual sound, he turned around and looked at the direction when he came and flew away. The old demon of Montenegro withdrew his eyes. In less than 20 breaths, the soldiers patrolling in the distance had not come in a hurry.

Jinyang, who was heavy, galloped away, with blood scarlet in his eyes, and he didn't even notice the strange fluctuations in the distance. The old black demon who followed raised his eyebrows, stared at it, and was stunned.

A city is like gold casting, engraved with the only nine real dragons of origin in the world, with clear scales and high dragon heads overlooking the world. There is also a vast imperial spirit, holding up the floating fairyland of the imperial city.

"Deputy Patriarch!" The old black demon who came to his senses hurriedly stood in front of Jinyang and shouted loudly. Jinyang, who was immersed in his own world, recovered and looked in the direction pointed by the old black demon.

Jinyang, who narrowed his eyes slightly, was touched fiercely, and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom. From afar, the vast imperial city fairyland was guarded by four swordsmen, standing on the four gates. This is not the key point. The noble atmosphere is permeated, and the power of the four extremes and eight wilderness cities are subject to. Within the four seas, there are no ups and downs!

The driver is self-evident - Zhao Qing.

The great imperial spirit is exactly the luck of heaven and earth that the immortals would envy that day.

Just when Jinyang saw the fairyland of the imperial city, Zhao Qing in the fairyland of the imperial city also saw Jinyang. His domineering eyes flogged the world and shocked the imperial domineering in her perfect body.

The four swords guard the Qingjin sword in their hands, and the emperor's inheritor in the middle. The corners of Jin Yang's eyes shrank when he looked at the imperial city, and the sword holder standing silently seemed to be a little familiar.

A fierce look in the ancient city of the emperor slowly fell on Jinyang, full of domineering, contempt and invincible self-confidence.

"Jian Si, kill him." The calm voice fell into Jinyang's ears like water waves spreading far away. Killing Jinyang in her eyes is as simple as crushing an ant. Even the six immortals like Yingwuhou died in her hands, not to mention Jinyang.

The swords standing in the ancient city of the emperor flying from the air are like an ancient sword, and the sword cast in blue gold are still guarded by the side of the emperor's sword after the ancient war. Their holders are even more contemporary heroes.

"Yes." Jian Si is like an ancient unmoved body. When he opened his eyes, his body moved and jumped to Jinyang. His unwavering eyes were like looking at the dead.

Although the oncoming ancient city of the emperor shocked Jinyang, he was more thinking about how to deal with it. In January, Zhao Qing broke through the realm of immortals, and even the Yingwu Marquis died under her punch, which further protruding her cultivation.

"Deputy Patriarch, I think it's still--" Before the old demon words of Montenegro were finished, Jian Si, who was a hundred miles away, had rushed up with an eternal bronze sword, and the sky was crushed by him. Jin Yang, who was attentive, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Today, even if he can't beat Zhao Qing, he will I know this so-called sword four."

The moment of the god of hell is also a battle for ages, and the ancient marks of war highlight its ancient achievements. The cold sword that ignores life is really like a sword. When it rushes to Jinyang, it is always cold.

Ten feet......

three feet......

yi zhang......

The sound of metal sounded, two lightnings beat in the sky, sparks splashed everywhere, and the two condensed swords were always three feet away from the sword in hand, torn sharp, and the dangerous two people wandered around.

The two fought for less than a breath, staggered and stood in each other's position. Jian Si, who was always cold, finally jumped his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and turned to look at Jin Yang coldly.

"But that's it!" Jin Yang's voice against his back was gentle, and a wisp of black hair fell silently, and the vertical and horizontal sword spirit left three visible bone wounds on his body. However, the moment of Jinyang's underworld was even more horrible. A Mingzong sword broke the armor on his chest. If it weren't for the same ancient armor, he would have been dismembered by Jinyang.

"It's really a little capable to be able to enter the master's eyes. It's a pity that if you meet my sword four, you will die!" With a fall, the broken armor fell off by itself. The copper-colored skin and resolute face always made Jin Yang feel a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it.

Jinyang's heart, which turned around and saw his appearance, shrank fiercely, his breath was short, and the moment of the underworld was trembling.

"Yingwuhou!"

The old demon of Montenegro, who heard Jinyang's scream in the distance, also opened his eyes, and the deputy patriarch galloped in, because the British Marquis, now holds an ancient sword and fights with Jinyang. The two Taoist dragon beards who had just arrived saw the Yingwu Marquis standing in the sky from afar. They looked at each other and were extremely scared, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Yingwuhou, have you defected to Zhao Qing?!" Jinyang, who gradually recovered, stared at the body of Yingwuhou Xiongjian, but Yingwuhou, who had taken off his armor, was like a cold raw iron, and looked at Jinyang as if he were looking at a dead man.

After half axiang, Jinyang did not get an answer. It was Zhao Qing who came slowly in the distance. The three sword-wielding men guarded, wrapped in the emperor's clothes and wearing a majestic crown, like the emperor who came in ancient times, the domineering and suppression of the realm.

"It's just a sword slave." Zhao Qing, who glanced at Jin Yang, opened her mouth. Her eyes turned to the army of the State of Chen in the distance, and her mind did not stay any longer on Jin Yang, even if it was equal to the sword.

Jin Yang, who turned his head and looked at Zhao Qing's words, was stunned, and turned to the fierceness in his eyes and flashed away.

He took a deep breath and looked at her coldly. He was right and said fiercely, "Zhao Qing, you actually trained him into a sword slave!" Jin Yang had nothing to say to scold her, but angrily, and the sword in his hand pointed straight to his head.

Zhao Qing, who turned around for a long time, looked at Jin Yang, with a smile on the corners of his mouth and said, "How about this sword slave? The body of the peak of the immortals in the world is really strong, and even the fairy sword at the level of fantasy fairy treasure can't cut off his body." Zhao Qing smiled and commented on her achievements by the way, as if she had a sense of accomplishment.

"You!" Jin Yang was furious and shouted, and he was about to rush to the ground. The 120,000-year-old immortal mana paid attention to the moment of the god of the underworld, and the extreme sharpness was ready to cut Zhao Qing open at any time.

"Do you want to challenge me with this little cultivation? What about Jin Wuzu's blood? It's not a small fairy. Zhao Qing, who was full of domineering atmosphere, suddenly became interested and laughed at Jin Yang. If others had punched him, he would have killed him.

After saying that, Zhao Qing stroked the broad sleeves of the emperor's clothes, casually looked up at Jinyang, and slowly watched him come. Less than 100 meters away, every step he made fell on his heart, and the arrogant and domineering imperial road pressed his mind fiercely.

He took a step forward with his left foot, holding his sword sideways at Zhao Qing, and his spirit wrapped himself in defense.

Zhao Qing, who came slowly, stopped ten meters away from Jinyang and looked directly at him calmly. The domineering in his eyes restrained and smiled foolishly: "Leave flaws on my heart. Today I will abruptly erase it." As soon as Jin Yang heard this, his blood was cold. He stared at Zhao Qing's eyes and suddenly noticed that Zhao Qing did not wear the emperor's sword as usual. His heart beat and he said, "Where is the emperor's sword?"

Zhao Qing, who is about to take action, wears a crown of heaven and wears the imperial suit of the real dragon, but he is empty-handed. The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and Zhao Qing's domineering reappeared. He looked at Jin Yang coldly and didn't say anything.

However, these two stopped outside the barracks, and the Marquis of Heaven had long noticed that the army under his command had gathered, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the State of Chen were all elite. Bloody veterans and cultivation were all in the realm of immortals, and the gathered magic power was unparalleled. The neat and uniform, vast, and the black battle array collapsed 800 miles of mountains and went straight to Zhao Qing.

In the distance, there was a cold hum, and the voice of the Heavenly King Wuhou resounded through the world.

"Zhao Qing, cut off my green wings, seize my Hedong County, and kill me, rebel Yingwuhou. Don't think that you can resist my attack by achieving the emperor's sword body. Today is the time for you to present the emperor's inheritance!"

The voice of the Heavenly King Wuhou came. Zhao Qing, who suppressed a field and swept the starry sky, snorted coldly: "I don't know how many people want my head - unfortunately, all of them are under the soul and will never be born."

The afterglow of his indifferent eyes swept Jin Yang and shouted casually, "Jian Si, kill him!" As soon as the words fell, the sword behind Jinyang rushed to Jinyang with a huge bronze sword, and the sword waved mercilessly.

Facing Zhao Qing, Jin Yang's body turned sharply. The fierce Jiansi, that is, the sword slave refined by the body of the immortals of the Marquis of Yingwu, could not be underestimated. Even if the law of the immortals was completely lost, it was difficult to resist. His expression was a little complicated. Looking at this former Yingwuhou, although the time was short, he and his wife brushed on themselves. Now they can't even go into the earth to be safe, which makes Jin Yang deeply sad. However, the moment of the god in his hand did not dare to be slow at all, and the blade cut fiercely on the bronze sword, leaving ravines.

"Zhao Qing, you are so fierce, have you ever thought about the true way of the emperor!" Jin Yang, who was fighting, had a headache and his scarlet eyes couldn't help questioning her.

Zhao Qing, who was fixed in place and stared at the army of the State of Chen, glanced at Jinyang, suddenly laughed, and the laughter spread far away. Finally, he shouted: "The way of the emperor's hegemony sweeps the turbulence of the world, and it is still a clear universe!"

Invincible self-confidence and domineering spirit spread all over the sky with her shouting.

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