This is a contest between the kings and gods of the realm, and the deterrence exuded from them alone has caused Yunhe's heart to be traumatized, and it is difficult to move an inch, and the sea of qi is churning.

The blood rushed to his throat again, and Yun He's thin body trembled in the cold wind.

He could only look sadly at the irretrievable thing in front of him......

Li Wuyuan was so frightened by Zhao Yingyan's momentum that he kept dodging, and he only had the ability to parry, but he had no power to fight back.

The power of the Heavenly Star Sword was too great, and his proudest speed was actually slowed down by half a beat, and with a "bang", the Heavenly Star Sword grazed Li Wuyuan's left shoulder in less than three moves, marking a deep blood mark.

Li Wuyuan clutched his left arm and retreated to the side, staring at Zhao Yingyan in shock and anger, like a trapped beast fighting to the death.

Zhao Yingyan waved in the air, shook off the blood beads on the blade, and said coldly: "Boy, how is it? After receiving the sword of the master, have you reflected on what it means to respect the teacher?"

How could Li Wuyuan be willing to admit defeat? He scolded angrily: "What do you have to show off? If you hadn't obtained a good magic weapon, where would you be my opponent! It's not fair! I didn't lose!"

"It seems that Master really spoiled you before. Zhao Yingyan sneered again when he heard this:

"Boy, you have become bad, and you are still a willful child in your bones! Today I will teach you another lesson, winning on the battlefield is winning, losing is losing, and the enemy will never care if you are fair or unfair!"

Zhao Yingyan's words were a sneer and sneer for Li Wuyuan, where could he stand it?

He roared furiously, and with all his strength, he slapped Zhao Yingyan a few times. Each palm carried the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, and the surrounding void was stirred and distorted by his palm wind, and a pool of clear spring was sucked and splashed into the air, and the mist of vines and vines instantly evaporated under the influence of heavy divine power.

If it weren't for Zhao Yingyan releasing his own aura to form a shield, Yunhe would have died even if he was lightly blown by Li Wuyuan's palm wind.

The smoke was thick and the vision was white.

When the water vapor in the void cooled and condensed into rain that suddenly fell, the vision was clear again.

Where can Li Wuyuan be found in the messy bath?

It turned out that Li Wuyuan saw that he couldn't win against Zhao Yingyan, so he put a big move and fled.

"It's really bad, I was escaped by this little rabbit cub!" Li Wuyuan couldn't kill it, Zhao Yingyan's heart was heavy, this time he was in trouble......

Zhao Yingyan anxiously turned back to Yunhe Dao: "Master, Li Wuyuan has failed, the Holy Emperor will definitely send more powerful people to kill us, maybe the Holy Emperor will go out of the customs in advance and shoot directly, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time." Let's go!"

"Hmm!" Yunhe nodded.

Seeing that Li Wuyuan had escaped, Yun He was secretly relieved in his heart. Just now he was really afraid that Li Wuyuan would die under Zhao Yingyan's sword.

Zhao Yingyan and Yunhe rushed out side by side.

Outside the Divine Mansion, it has long been surrounded by endless shadow puppets.

Yunhe's ten-fingered hand armor instantly demonized into a sharp blade, and with a "whoosh!", a shadow puppet that pounced on him with teeth and claws was torn apart by his finger blade.

"Master, this trick is good!" Zhao Yingyan smiled.

"Xiaoyan, don't make fun of me. I don't even have a decent weapon right now. "In fact, Yunhe was very helpless in his heart, he used to have Purple Lotus in his hand, to deal with these shadow puppets, as long as Purple Lotus came out, wouldn't it be instantly purified, why did he need to tear them apart one by one?

Also, it's been a long, long time since he's fought with his fingers.

The blade was almost abandoned and turned into a small carving knife for him.

The two fought side by side, and in the blink of an eye, they fought their way out.

Wind and rain are on the same road, and they have an incomparable tacit understanding between them.

These shadow puppets are all in the realm of the Nine Heavenly Gods, and Zhao Yingyan can deal with it as if he were at his own level, and although Yunhe is in the same realm as them, he has the strength to leapfrog the level, so he can also take it calmly.

It's just that the number of shadow golems is too much, and it seems that it is still growing endlessly, and it seems that the Holy Emperor is intent on draining their physical strength.

According to Zhao Yingyan's plan, the more disturbance caused by the better, it is best to make the Black Soul Star a mess, so that Qian Xiaoshan can take advantage of the chaos to rescue all the hostages.

Obviously, their so-called attack now can't make waves in the endless shadow puppet.

If they continue like this, they don't have to wait for the Holy Emperor to come and clean them up in person, they themselves are also dying here.

"Qiang!" Zhao Yingyan swung out with a sword, with a terrifying saint-level power, even the void was split, but the afterglow was still spreading out towards the split void like a wave.

He used ten percent of his strength with this sword, and the shadow puppet ghosts within a radius of hundreds of zhang howled and disappeared in the sword light.

Yun He's body standing next to Zhao Yingyan trembled slightly, he was affected when Zhao Yingyan and Li Wuyuan were fighting fiercely by the pool just now, and he had already been traumatized, and at this moment Zhao Yingyan's sword qi hurt him again.

His qi and blood were churning, and his throat was surging with fishy breath. The blood, which had not been easy to recover, quickly turned pale again.

Seeing that Yunhe's footsteps suddenly slowed down, his body swayed and fell, and his face was even more pale, Zhao Yingyan was startled and asked in a panic: "Master, did I hurt you?" I'm sorry, I was too careless to make a move that didn't know the severity, do you want it?"

Yun He pursed his lips and shook his head with a smile, as if to say that he was fine.

Seeing Yunhe's throat bone moving up and down, Zhao Yingyan instantly guessed what was going on!

Needless to ask, Yunhe was obviously injured by his own carelessness! And it was not lightly injured!

This stupid master learns to swallow blood on his own...... Did he think that if he did this, he would not know it, and he would not have to worry about him?

Zhao Yingyan's heart hurts!

Seeing that Zhao Yingyan had almost cleared the scene with a sword, Yunhe eased his nerves, and after swallowing the blood, he was finally able to speak, and he said weakly: "Xiaoyan, this sword is so beautiful! Let's go!"

In order not to let Zhao Yingyan ask more, Yunhe actually took the initiative to take Zhao Yingyan's hand and ran in the direction of the palace where the Holy Emperor was located.

Feeling that the hand that the master was holding him was cold, Zhao Yingyan didn't know what it was like, but he was more sad.

No matter how many words of advice they have, at this moment they are not in a paradise where there is no dispute with the world, but the black soul star of the sea of swords, maybe in the next moment, the two of them will die here.

The saddest thing is nothing more than this, knowing that it is a road of no return, I can only accompany my master to continue walking.

Zhao Yingyan chose to be silent, grabbed his master's hand, and quietly transferred a warm power to his master.

Soon the owner's hands warmed.

"Xiaoyan, thank you. It's all useless to blame me, without the Ninefold Temple and the Purple Lotus, it's like a wasted person, and you have to take care of it everywhere. Yunhe said inferiorly.

"There is no such thing, in my heart, the master is the kindest and greatest person in this world. Without a master, I don't even have the meaning to exist. Zhao Yingyan said something sincere without thinking.

Yun He was moved to tears when he heard this.

Zhao Yingyan knew that the master had always been glass-hearted and a crybaby, and he must be quietly crying again at this moment.

In order to save face for his master, Zhao Yingyan deliberately did not look back at him, but in fact, he scolded himself heavily in his heart: Zhao Yingyan, you are so stupid! How did you forget that the master without the Purple Lotus Protector was already too weak and overwhelmed? How did you become a slave? The next time you swing your sword, you must accidentally injure your master again!

Zhao Yingyan's domineering sword wiped out most of the shadow puppets of the Black Soul Star, alarming the entire Black Soul Star.

Green Qin has always been in charge of the Black Soul Star, and even after the Holy Emperor is out of the customs, this has not changed.

After Li Wuyuan was defeated, it was Luqin who used the black crystal ball to drive these shadow puppets to encircle and suppress the Envoy's Mansion.

Now that the Shadow Golem couldn't stop them, she ordered the Black Guards to attack. Within a few moments, a large number of black guards arrived.

Although the realm of the Shadow Golems is not lower than that of the Black Guards, they have no life and no intelligence, and will only launch indiscriminate attacks on enemies.

The Black Guard is different. They know how to use tactics, formations, and all kinds of magic weapons.

Zhao Yingyan waved the Celestial Star Sword in a heroic manner, and with each sword down, a large number of black guards were cut down in the air.

This time, he paid great attention to controlling the sword qi of the Black Star Sword, and no longer hurt the master behind him.

Zhao Yingyan pointed at the direction where Lu Qin was with the Heavenly Star Sword, and laughed contemptuously: "Lu Qin, is it true that you only have this ability as a black soul envoy? You will only hide behind like a shrunken turtle, directing these ants to send them to death? No wonder you have stayed by the Holy Emperor's side for thousands of years compared to me and Wuyuan for just one day here!"

"Despicable humans, shut up!" said Midori blushing in anger.

She stood on the walls of the palace.

When she saw Zhao Yingyan and Yunhe walking hand in hand, Luqin was particularly annoyed!

This Zhao Yingyan is really good at acting, and he deceived everyone around.

The most odious thing is that Zhao Yingyan's purpose in doing this turned out to be to protect Yunhe.

What's so good about Yunhe, why do so many people revolve around him like stars holding the moon?

Zi Xuan's two lives are like this, Li Wuyuan was like this before he lost his memory, and so was Zhao Yingyan.

Luqin hated Yunhe more and more.

Because the better these people treated Yunhe, the more angry the Holy Emperor she loved beloved.

As long as it is something that the Holy Emperor hates, Lu Qin will also find it annoying.

As long as it is something that the Holy Emperor thinks to be erased, Midori will also think that it does not need to exist.

And now, this person named Yunmo, no matter how many times he was reincarnated, made the Holy Emperor angry, and Lu Qin really wished that he would disappear forever.

"Zhao Yingyan, I am loyal to the Holy Emperor, and you have betrayed the Holy Emperor and done all the things with this fox demon, what qualifications do you have to scold me?"

Zhao Yingyan laughed disappreciatively: "Are you so angry because I deceived the Holy Emperor or did you snub you? Didn't I say that if I have a master to accompany me today, it will be your turn the day after tomorrow? Why are you so anxious? Are you jealous of my master? Don't talk so desperately, there will be no room to turn around if you want to get along with me in the future, and it won't be you who will be lonely and sad at that time?"

"Zhao Yingyan! Enough! You humiliate me like this again and again, it's unforgivable! Today I have to cut off your head and cut off your tongue!" Lu Qin was so angry that Zhao Yingyan's face turned blue, and the green shadow flashed, and it floated down from the city wall.

This time, she doesn't plan to fake her hands!

If she doesn't kill Zhao Yingyan with her own hands, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in her heart.