Thunderstorm's personality was already hot, and when he saw Yan Chong so strong, he was immediately furious. Bellowed:

"Yan Chong, it looks like you want to keep me?"

The matter has come to this, Yan Chong is not hiding his thoughts, now that he is holding the gossip bronze mirror, everything is under control, there is nothing to scruple about.

"Brother Lei, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the family cannot be without an owner for a day. I don't think anything is more important than the future of Yanlong Palace. ”

Thunderstorm sneered and shouted angrily, "Yan Chong, I understand what you mean. Don't you just want to be the master of this palace? Then I will make it clear now, Lao Tzu does not agree. ”

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

Thunderstorm sneered and sneered, "Don't you just rely on the power of the secret treasure? I lost the thunderstorm, and I am willing to serve you as Lord. If you lose, kneel on the ground and kowtow to your Lei Ye three times, then go back to your astrological group, and don't mention it again. ”

"Joke, the secret treasure is part of my strength, why not use it. If you have the ability, you can also take out the secret treasure to fight me. Yan Chong's face was full of mockery.

The thunderstorm blushed and opened his mouth speechless.

"Team Leader Yan, it seems that there is no result today, will you give up?" the pretty widow had a scowling face. was persecuted for no reason, and no one could be happy.

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

The pretty widow sneered, "It's a high-sounding thing. But I also make a statement, you want to be the palace master, and I don't agree with the Firefox group. ”

Yan Chong's eyes flickered with cold light.

Thunderstorm walked over and stood side by side with the pretty widow, and sneered, "Yan Chong, I wonder if your secret treasure can defeat the two of us?"

Yan Chong's chest rose and fell violently, what he wanted was a complete Yanlong Palace. Now it seems impossible.

He grinned with a sinister expression and said, "It seems that you are determined to go against me?"

The pretty widow said: "Yan Chong, don't think that we don't know your purpose, you just want to turn Yanlong Palace into your private force, we won't agree." ”

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

Yan Chong looked at Thunderstorm and Pretty Widow sarcastically, while Zhan Hu was ignored and said, "Since you don't want to, I will destroy your Firefox Group and Wind Thunder Group." ”

"Just you?" Thunderstorm dismissed.

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

"I know very well that the two of them are highly cultivated, and of course it is impossible to rely on just one secret treasure. Yan Chong sneered, and then shouted: "Brother Zuo, Brother Song, please show up." ”

Whew!

The two figures came together, as fast as lightning, and soon appeared beside Pei Chong.

These two people have a strong aura and a proud expression. Both of them are carrying long swords and are imposing.

Two first-class human emperors.

Thunderstorm and the pretty widow's face was solemn.

"Tell you both. Yan Chong smiled and looked at the man with the sword on his back, "This is Zuo Ziqiu of the Quartet Sword Sect." ”

After speaking, he introduced another person, "This one is also from the Quartet Sword Sect, Song Ding." ”

"Yan Chong, it turns out that you have taken refuge in the Quartet Sword Sect?" thunderstorm scolded angrily.

Yan Chong shook his head and said, "Brother Lei, you are wrong, we are cooperating to create a great cause." ”

"Brother Yan, we don't have time to listen to you here. Song Ding's words were arrogant.

Yan Chong's eyes were slightly angry, and then he covered up the past well, looked at the thunderstorm and the pretty widow, and said, "I advise the two of you to think about it, the earth is mutating, and there are countless opportunities, why don't you create a great cause with me?"

The pretty widow sneered, "We cooperate with the country to kill the beasts and save the people, which can be regarded as a leisure." Let's be a dog for the Quartet Sword Sect, we can't do it. ”

"I'm a thunderstorm, but I know what to do and what not to do. ”

Swish!

Before the thunderstorm voice dissipated, a dazzling sword light slashed towards him, it was Song Ding.

The thunderstorm shouted angrily, and the thunder and lightning swam around him, and a punch blasted out, and a thunderbolt struck, hitting the sword light, and exploded with a bang.

"Despicable and shameless villain. "Thunderstorm was furious, he was slightly injured by Yan Chong with a secret treasure before, and he rushed to meet the battle just now, affecting the injury, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Yan, since they want to be the savior, let me behead him, so that he can understand that he can't save himself and how to save the world. Song Ding's words were gloomy and fierce like a sword.

Yan Chong sneered, hugged his fists and said, "Then it's troublesome Brother Song." ”

Bang!

The long sword was unsheathed, the chill poured out, and a sword slashed in, bringing a hissing sound through the air, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"It's true that you Lei Ye is a soft persimmon. ”

The thunderstorm was angry, and his body was surging, and his fists were swung in unison, and the arc of electricity was fired.

Boom!

There was a violent explosion, the sword was scattered, and the energy was raging.

Song Ding pressed forward, raised his sword and swept, the sword was tricky, insidious and vicious, and his moves were inseparable from the key points of the thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm roared again and again, a pair of iron fists waved densely, thunder and lightning flashed, and the two fought together.

Zuo Ziqiu's eyes wandered over the pretty widow, with a strange lewd light in his eyes, turned his head to look at Yan Chong, and said, "Let her be handed over to me." ”

Yan Chong didn't understand what Zuo Ziqiu was thinking, he was also happy and relaxed, smiling and nodding.

Zuo Ziqiu tapped his toes, moved chicly, swept towards the pretty widow, and raised his hand to grab her shoulder.

The pretty widow had a sneering face, and snorted coldly, Zuo Ziqiu was too big to even have a sword. At the moment when Zuo Ziqiu's hand was about to grab her shoulder.

Rumble!

A layer of scorching flames rose around her body, and she raised her hand violently, and a red flame in her palm struck Zuo Ziqiu's chest like a fire dragon.

Zuo Ziqiu was obviously startled, withdrew his hand and hurriedly retreated, but he was still a step too late, and was hit by the fire dragon in the lower abdomen, and the whole person retreated back a hundred meters, and the white robe was scorched black, which made the chill in his eyes condense.

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

"I'll make you blind. The pretty widow said angrily. Zuo Ziqiu's eyes when he looked at her just now were full of obscenity and filth, which made her very disgusting.

Rumble!

The pretty widow was surrounded by flames, the air was refined, and there was a crackling sound, and she rushed towards Zuo Ziqiu.

Zuo Ziqiu's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword was fierce when he wielded it, and the cold air was fierce, and he stabbed at the pretty widow viciously.

Clang!

The pretty widow struck the sword with one palm, sparks rose, and terrifying energy spread.

Bell bell ......!

The two fought together, and the pretty widow's Chiyan Jue was very domineering, and it was inseparable from Zuo Ziqiu with a pair of fleshy palms.

The battle of the human emperor is so terrifying, the entire courtyard is full of flying sand and rocks, and explosions are continuous.

Boom!

The thunderstorm flew upside down, blood spilled in the air, and a sword wound more than ten centimeters long on his chest surged blood.

He was already injured, if he hadn't dodged quickly, he was almost broken by Song Ding's sword.

The pretty widow was in a hurry, the flames around her body were sultry, her palms were clapped continuously, and the terrifying flames continued to explode.

Clang!

Zuo Ziqiu's sword was slapped crooked with a palm, the pretty widow shot like lightning, and the other leader hit him on the shoulder.

Zuo Ziqiu snorted, his shoulder clothes burned into ash in an instant, his shoulder skin was scorched, and the power of the bursting flames drilled into his body, destroying his tendons.

Seeing this, Song Ding abandoned the thunderstorm and swept towards the pretty widow, a sword came eastward, and the sword qi was horizontal.

The pretty widow was not frightened at all, and raised her palm to meet it.

Bell bell ......!

There were several explosions in a row, and Song Ding was beaten by the pretty widow and retreated again and again.

Rumble!

Her palm ignited with red flames, and hit the sword body with a fierce palm, Song Ding's long sword was burned red, and if it was replaced with an ordinary iron sword, it would have already turned into molten iron.

However, just then, a dragon groan came from behind her.

Bang!

A golden dragon shadow collided with her, bursting out with a dazzling golden light, and the pretty widow spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out.

"Yan Chong, you despicable and shameless villain. "The thunderstorm spilled blood and roared.

Yan Chong took advantage of the beautiful widow to concentrate on facing Song Ding, and actually used the Bagua Bronze Mirror to sneak attack and injured her.

Yan Chong snorted coldly and said, "If you become a king or lose a king, I think you should ask for more blessings for yourself." ”

Song Ding smirked and rushed towards the thunderstorm, his long sword roaring, stabbing him in the heart fiercely.

The thunderstorm was angry, but the injury was too serious, and it was obviously a beat slower, and he saw that he was about to bleed.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, only to hear the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air, screaming and attacking Song Ding.

"Hurry back. Yan Chong yelled.

When Song Ding heard the sound, he knew that it was not good, and he swept back violently, as fast as lightning.

Swish!

A silver light grazed his back - flew by, and then only a "boom" was heard, the flames were monstrous, the terrifying storm spread and raged, the ground trembled incessantly, and a building complex within a hundred meters instantly turned into ashes.

All of those present had numb scalps and cold hands and feet. Especially Song Ding, his forehead was sweaty, and he had palpitations.

Everyone looked at the war tiger.

Zhan Hu was also staring straight, he didn't expect the power of the pulse cannon to be so terrifying, this could definitely kill the Yipin Human Emperor.

"You're looking for death. Zuo Ziqiu forced out the power of the flames in his body, he was closest to the battle tiger, and a sword slashed out, and the sword qi was sharpened out.

Rumble!

The entire pulse cannon exploded in all directions, and the war tiger coughed up blood and flew out upside down.

"Mole ants, dare to attack me. Song Ding's face was full of anger, and he rushed towards the war tiger, if it wasn't for Yan Chong's timely reminder just now, even if he was the human emperor, he would have exploded into a blood mist now. Therefore, he wanted to kill the war tiger to vent his anger.

The thunderstorm roared, forcibly exercised his skills, and followed Song Ding, wanting to stop him and save the war tiger.

He really didn't look down on a little ant like Zhan Hu, but Zhan Hu had saved him just now, and he couldn't watch Zhan Hu die in the hands of Song Ding.

Unfortunately, he was too seriously injured, and when he rushed out of ten meters, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, staggered and almost fell.

Zhan Hu was furious, looked at Song Ding who came to kill, and smiled bitterly, how could he dodge the blow of the human emperor?

Song Ding's face was hideous, and his sword aura was soaring, and he was bound to cut the war tiger into pulp with a sword.

The sword did not fall, the sword qi was present, and the war tiger felt cold on his skin.

"Die. ”

The long sword brought up a cold silver ray and slashed down fiercely, and Song Ning's eyes were hideous and cruel.

Sou!

At the last moment, a silver light flashed in the air with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

Song Ding was shocked and swept violently with his sword.

Clang!

It was a silver spear, and the tip of the spear hit the blade of the sword, sending sparks flying. Song Ding's long sword cracked.

The spear is like a dragon, destroying the long sword, unstoppable.

Burst!

Blood sprayed, and the silver spear pierced Song Ding's neck, flew out with him, and with a "snort", nailed him to the stone wall hundreds of meters away.

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