South Asian subcontinent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In an ordinary temple, a rugged man sat inside, and at this time, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up.

A white figure appeared in the temple, pale hands, pale swords, pale people.

The middle-aged man's gaze froze: "Ximen blows snow!" Have you become the emperor of men? ”

The man in white glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently.

"Gandhi, the king of South Asia, hasn't seen you for a long time!"

"You're here to kill me?!" The South Asian War Emperor calmly watched Simon blowing snow.

"When a new human emperor is born, the old human emperor must be replaced, so I came." Simon Fuxue said lightly.

The South Asian War Emperor was silent.

"Okay, then let me see how strong Ximen Blowing Snow is, who has become the Emperor of People." The eyes of the South Asian War Emperor showed an unprecedented battle intent.

"Please!"

The South Asian War Emperor clenched his left hand into a fist and slowly pushed towards the West Gate to blow snow!

Bang! With a loud bang, the entire temple was instantly flattened by the shock wave generated by the battle between the two people!

The South Asian War Emperor and Ximen Fuxue appeared thousands of meters in the air.

"Buddha Fury!"

The South Asian War Emperor directly transformed into Sakyamuni, and his golden palm slapped heavily towards Ximen Blowing Snow.

The sky over the whole of South Asia turned golden, and countless people felt as if the end of the world was coming.

The buildings around me started to shake non-stop!

Ximen Fuxue pulled out the long sword at his waist and stabbed it lightly towards the golden palm, and the sky instantly turned black.

Ou Yang, Sha Jia and others, who were far away in the imperial capital, saw this child who was like the end of the world.

"The Human Emperor is really terrifying, obviously so far away, but we can feel the power of heaven when they fight. The other human emperors should also be able to feel it, won't they go to support the South Asian War Emperor? Ou Yang couldn't help but ask.

Saga shook his head: "No, even if they go to support, it will be useless, because the South Asian War Emperor will not allow others to interfere in his battle." ”

Ou Yang looked puzzled.

"Because the South Asian War Emperor has never relied on others for so many years, but has relied on his own strength to fight all the way, so he was given a battle word." Ying Yue explained.

Ou Yang nodded as if he didn't understand.

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"Senior brother!" The Dark Man Emperor's gaze looked at the battlefield on the other side of the earth, and muttered softly.

South Asian subcontinent.

The South Asian War Emperor continuously attacked Ximen to blow snow, and without flinching a step, the two of them hit directly from the Indian Ocean to the Himalayas.

Everywhere the two men went, everything turned to ashes.

Ximen Fuxue frowned and glanced at his opponent, no matter how he attacked, he didn't flinch, even his sword passed through his ribs, and the South Asian War Emperor was still unmoved.

"Zhan Tian!" The South Asian War Emperor burst into a shout, and his whole person turned into a giant!

The huge palm slapped towards the snow blowing at the West Gate!

"A sword from the west!" Ximen blew the snow and drank softly, and a sword light and the giant palm slammed together.

The world's highest peak was directly cut in half by the aftermath of the battle between two people! At the same time, everyone in the world felt the violent shaking of the earth!

"Split the sky!" The South Asian War Emperor burst out again, and the Mount Everest that he had cut off just now turned into a huge axe and slashed towards the West Gate!

Bang! Simon Blowing Snow's long sword and axe collided together, directly breaking into several pieces!

Burst! Simon blows snow and spews out a mouthful of golden blood!

The South Asian War Emperor was unabated, and the giant axe slashed at Ximen to blow snow again!

"Peerless. Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect! ”

Countless various swords appeared around his body, and even Ximen Fuxue himself became a black sword!!

Hiss! The sword is gone!

Poof! Dozens of sword rays directly pierced the body of the South Asian War Emperor.

"Destroy the sky! The South Asian War Emperor shouted frantically, and the huge Himalayan Mountains were directly pumped up by him and turned into a giant lion!

Rao is cloudy and light wind in Ximen Blowing Snow, facing such a scene, his expression became extremely solemn.

The huge male lion let out a roar, and at this moment, everyone in this world could feel the power of the male lion to destroy the world!

Simon blows the snow and keeps going backwards, he is faster, the lion is faster!

The huge lion slapped Simon Blowing Snow from the air!

Just under the nose of the South Asian War Emperor, the figure of Ximen Blowing Snow disappeared!

"Ground crack!" The South Asian War Emperor shouted again, and the earth began to tremble.

There are hundreds of meters deep ravines on the ground, and a huge waterfall of earth rises from the ground!

"The sword god smiled!" At this time, the sound of Ximen blowing snow suddenly sounded.

Just when the South Asian War Emperor's pupils shrank, his attention was focused on blowing snow towards the West Gate that was attacking him.

He suddenly felt his heart shredded.

The South Asian War Emperor suddenly found that the sword of Ximen blowing snow just now remained in his body, and he had been lurking.

"Realm of War!" The South Asian War Emperor snorted softly.

The sky and the place where he was suddenly turned blue.

There is only one person in the world, the arrogant and unyielding and high-spirited South Asian War Emperor!

Ximen Fuxue suddenly found that he couldn't move, and he looked at the South Asian War Emperor in the distance.

Although his heart has been chopped by himself, the human emperor of Dao still looks high-spirited and continues to attack, perhaps in his number, he doesn't know what defense is at all.

Ximen Blowing Snow's whole person was suppressed by the realm of the South Asian War Emperor, and he couldn't move.

The golden fist slammed into the face of the snow blowing at the West Gate!

Simon Fuxue looked at the golden fist motionlessly, and just as the fist was about to hit him, it stopped abruptly.

The South Asian War Emperor is dead!

The human emperor, who had been fighting non-stop, died at the hands of the new human emperor Ximen Fuxue.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he was able to die on the battlefield, and at the hands of his opponent who was also emperor.

The sky turned golden, and at the same time it rained heavily in every corner of the earth, even in the icy North and South Poles, but it was rain instead of snow.

The people of the South Asian subcontinent couldn't help but cry, their gods were gone, and His Majesty the War Emperor, who had never flinched a step, was gone!

Ximen blew the snow and looked at the South Asian War Emperor who was standing tall and smiling, and he had indescribable complicated feelings in his heart.

In this world, if there is any human emperor who is admirable, it is undoubtedly the deceased South Asian war emperor.

This high-ranking human emperor has never been as high as the human emperor, but mingles with ordinary people.

He has fought with all the human emperors, and whether he wins or loses, he makes his opponents admire.

He is more like a happy and vengeful man than an emperor. (To be continued.) )