Ye Xiuhong replied: "As soon as the palace master is decided, the Martial Academy will have one less strong enemy." Isn't what Ao Fenggu is doing now to weaken the strength of my Phoenix clan and prepare for the next war? Whether it was the Seven Killing Palace, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, or even those half-orc powerhouses, they all added up were not as threatening as the palace master alone. ”

Ling Bo Sakura thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense, but why are you doing this?" If you say that you want to betray the Phoenix Clan and join the Martial Academy, then this conversation will definitely end. ”

Ye Xiuhong shook his head: "This kind of trick is an insult to you and me, the reason why I killed the Ruling Palace Master is very simple, only by killing him, under my leadership, can the Ruling Divine Palace exert its greatest combat power." ”

Ling Bo Sakura was slightly stunned.

She had never seen anyone say her ambitions so directly and rudely.

"You're confident." She complimented from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Xiuhong said: "Compared to Ao Fenggu, I am still much worse, I can kill my Phoenix clan alone in the current situation, I am afraid that apart from him, there is no second person in this world." ”

Ling Bo Ying secretly smiled bitterly, thinking that the little junior brother was the most afraid of death, if he had a choice, how could he do such a crazy thing.

"It's a gamble." Ling Bo Sakura said.

Ye Xiuhong said: "It's also a transaction." ”

Ling Bo Ying picked up the firewood knife placed in the corner of the wall again and handed it to Ye Xiuhong.

Ye Xiuhong was a little puzzled.

"Since you want to borrow a knife to kill, I'll lend you a knife." Ling Bo Sakura explained.

This is a firewood knife, Ling Bo Sakura often uses it to open the way, but earlier, when she came to the martial arts academy to become a disciple of Guilai Emperor, Guilai the Great used this firewood knife to chop trees and chop wood.

Ye Xiuhong put the firewood knife close to his body, looked at the Panasonic hut, and imagined that in the past, the scene of the tall old man who made the Phoenix Lord seriously injured with just one move lived in this hut, and couldn't help but be a little distracted.

"I've always had a question," Ye Xiuhong said, "Since the Great Emperor is so powerful, why did he only seriously injure the Phoenix Lord that day, and let go of many strong people of my Phoenix Clan?" ”

"These things are big things for us, but maybe for teachers, they're just small things." Ling Boying thought for a moment and added, "Junior Brother and Teacher talk a lot about these things, so Junior Brother may know the teacher better." ”

For countless years, in the eyes of the emperor, whether it is a mortal or a warrior, a dragon or a phoenix, they are as small and humble as ants, and the Phoenix Lord, who has always been on his guard and vigilant, is actually just a flying ant.

Eagle in the sky, is it necessary to deal with an ant?

Thinking about the logic, Ye Xiuhong's body and mind trembled, and only after a long time did he sigh: "The emperor is worthy of being the emperor." ”

She bowed to the Panasonic hut and bowed with great respect.

Then he turned and walked away.

The Emperor is an eagle on the mountain, disdainful of the trivial matters of the ants on the ground.

But she is different, Ling Bo Sakura is different, Ao Fenggu is different, everyone is different, the world of Kyushu is the world of ants.

The ants start a war, plundering and killing each other.

Ye Xiuhong spread his fiery red wings, soared into the sky, and headed north.

Ling Bo Sakura retracted her gaze, fetched a bucket of water from the well next to her, found a rag, walked into the Panasonic hut, and began to wipe it.

She wiped it very carefully, and she didn't let go of the beds, tables, chairs, teapots, and corners, just as she did when the emperor was still there.

Ye Xiuhong came to Wudi Mountain, Ao Fenggu didn't know, but even if he knew, he wouldn't be too surprised.

After being reborn, in order to take revenge, his life is not only practice, but also fighting, and most of Ye Xiuhong's life has been spent on practicing and fighting, so from this point of view, Ao Fenggu and Ye Xiuhong are the people who know each other best in this world.

Above the clouds, Ao Feng Gu Imperial Sword walked, and when he came to the sky above the king's tent, the sword body of the god-killing sword was facing down, and he swooped down with Ao Feng Gu.

The screech of the sword breaking through the air rang out.

Around the king's tent, thousands of king's tent soldiers hurriedly raised their bows and crossbows and shot arrows at the rapidly falling figure in the sky.

The dense crossbow arrows roared away, instantly drowning the uninvited guest.

But what shocked all the royal tent troops was that the crossbow arrows in the sky suddenly moved from extreme to extremely quiet without warning, and hovered strangely in the air.

Ao Fenggu, who was walking with the sword, turned his fingers, and the thousands of crossbow arrows also turned around at the same time.

Ao Fenggu put his fingers together and went down a little.

Thousands of crossbow arrows shot away faster than before.

"Shield!" A lieutenant shouted violently, and the royal tent's guards reacted suddenly, and hurriedly picked up their shields to block their heads.

I heard a tingling tuk tuk sound, interspersed with the sound of crossbow arrows entering the flesh, followed by the shouting and wailing of the king's guards.

Ao Fenggu fell, and with a strong impact, he suddenly knocked dozens of royal tent guards away.

He wielded his iron sword, and with a slash, the blood of the orc warrior splattered and the stumps flew sideways.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of orc warriors died under his sword.

In the king's tent, more than a dozen majestic orcs, dressed in iron armor and holding spears, stepped on the ground with heavy crashing sounds.

Ao Fenggu had no intention of competing with these savage orcs, so he threw away the god-killing sword high, jumped into the sword, and came into the air.

As far as the eye could see, the army of black-pressed orcs was approaching from all directions.

Ao Fenggu's heart moved, and in the Takeda space, the Wind Power Medal emitted a burst of brilliant light, and the true qi poured into the medal, turning into the power of the wind and releasing it through the meridian air pockets.

Around Ao Fenggu's body, thousands of wind blades were condensed.

Ao Fenggu pinched his hands and shouted softly: "Disease! ”

Countless blades of wind, flying downward, as fast as lightning, they rubbed against the air sharply, emitting a screaming sound that almost shattered the eardrums.

A half-orc warrior, the crossbow in his hand was suddenly broken diagonally, the section was as smooth as a mirror, he was puzzled, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his left shoulder, looked down, his eyes widened suddenly, his left hand had fallen to the ground, only a bare shoulder was spraying blood.

The orc warrior wailed, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The orc in front of him suddenly leaned back, his head folded, the back of his head pressed against his back, and a face was kicking himself, and the head was attached to his neck by the skin of the back of his neck, shaking slightly.

Immediately afterwards, stumps and broken arms fell around, and even some people crawled on the ground with only their upper bodies left, and their organs were dragged to the ground.

The invisible blade of wind harvested the lives of the orc warriors, and the surroundings of the king's tent became purgatory.

A withered half-orc old man walked out, and behind him, three fist-sized fireballs chased and circled him.

When the panicked orc warriors saw him, they immediately calmed down, and even the orcs with severed hands and feet stopped wailing.

A half-orc with his stomach cut open by the wind blade crawled up to the old man, kissed his toes, and cried out in pain, "Lord Priest, help me. ”

The orc priest crouched down and stroked the man's forehead, whose eyes slowly closed and fell into a deep sleep.

The priest raised his head, looked at Ao Fenggu in the air, and asked, "Why did you come to my king's tent to make trouble?" ”

Ao Fenggu looked at the priest and found that the three fireballs behind him were actually composed of thin lines of the laws of heaven and earth, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, but it was just an accident.

"Since the orcs have taken refuge in the Phoenix Clan, they should be ready to die." Ao Fenggu said indifferently in his voice.

The orc priest said angrily: "The human phoenix has made a truce, you are provoking a war!" ”

Ao Fenggu shook his head and said mockingly: "The war never stops. ”

He traveled all the way north, killed the Seven Killing Palace, and leveled the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the sword was stained with a lot of blood, and he killed many people, as long as he was still in the emperor-level realm, the killing would not stop.

This is also the last thing he did for the human race, for the martial arts, and for himself.

The half-orc priest roared angrily, and the three fireballs behind him came to him, turning into a Zen staff, and the thin priest held the Zen staff in his hand, and pointed forward, and a tongue of fire erupted from the Zen staff, which grew in the wind, turning into monstrous flames and attacking Ao Fenggu.

(End of chapter)