The emperor beggar and the pervert fought against each other, and the pervert's face gradually became solemn, and he found that as he slowly increased his strength, the other party was also getting stronger, always pressing his head.

The demon no longer suppressed his strength, his qi rose rapidly, and his realm was unobstructed, although he was short and fat, he gave people a feeling like a towering mountain, and the flames rising up and down his body were like the fire god in the world.

"Aren't you going to try my pounds? I'll let you try it today, and you won't have any regrets. The demon said fiercely.

The flames in the clutches of the color demons were blazing, and a palm was slapped out, and wherever the palm passed, the flames were rolling, approaching the emperor's beggar.

The emperor beggar shouted, "Okay, I'll see how many catties and taels you have." ”

The emperor no longer deliberately suppresses his own strength, he is also a fire aura, and his appearance is not much better. In the face of the oncoming attack, he scattered with a wave of his left hand, and after the scattered aura landed, the ground became potholes, and the potholes became charred. The right hand is raised, the aura gushes out, and the starlight floats in the air, emitting scorching heat, and the light increases, like stars, enclosing the color demons in it, connecting them into a piece, and instantly bursting out of rainbow light, and the fire soars into the sky, just like the momentum of the spark burning the plain, this martial art is called 'Starfire'.

In fact, when the demon saw that the opponent was able to disperse his own attack with his hands, he had already realized that he was wrong, and the person who was provoking in front of him was not a fool, but very smart, and he had been playing tricks on himself, and he was the mouse. But now it's too late to regret it, and it can only be seen who has more ability.

The color demon faced the starfire attack, his face was as usual, he could be in this position now, and he was a person who had done all the bad things, he had already experienced the test of life and death, and more than once, the more he got to this time, the more he had to stay calm, only when he was sober-minded, he could not make mistakes to the other party when the enemy and me were holding each other, but instead seized the enemy's mistakes and laid the victory in one fell swoop. Of course, if the other party is too strong, then everything is in vain. However, I have been mentally prepared, I have enjoyed all the blessings that should be enjoyed, and I have happily created the evils, and now I have earned one more day of life, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Although the demon is not afraid of death, he is not willing to wait for death, the red light is more abundant all over his body, wrapping himself up, attacking slowly, his legs are slightly bent, he jumps up, and the streamer in his palm lingers, scattering the aura that hits the vital point. The demon leaps into the air, dodging the Emperor's spark. The sparks exploded, sparks overflowed, and the flat ground beneath their feet turned into large pits, and the sand was filled with dirt, obscuring the view.

The color demon was pressed by Mount Tai in the air, his palms struck, the aura flowed wildly in his body, and the fire on his palms hit the emperor's head. The emperor's hands were spread out, raised above his head, and the fire spiritual energy between his palms surged, viscous as molten as molten, as if holding a sea of fire, and from time to time the tongue of fire erupted. The demon fell in the air like a meteor across the sky, plunging headlong into a sea of fire, bursting with flames. The demon felt that his aura was eroded by the other party, and plunged into the opponent's aura, as if he had entered mercury, his movements were slow, and he could not break through the sea of fire filled with fire and spiritual energy, so he could only use his aura, wrap his body, and protect himself from harm.

The emperor beggar looked up at the pervert who couldn't hold on to him, smiled slyly, twisted his arms, and a vortex appeared in the aura of the sea of fire, and the sea of fire turned into a whirlwind of flames, and it kept injecting the aura again, turning into a tornado, and rolling the demon into the air again. The demon instantly felt that his aura was consumed and he had no time to protect himself, and the burning pain hit, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he couldn't help but scream.

In the pavilion, the lightly dressed women looked at the scene in front of them, unconsciously clenched their fists, and their eyes were filled with joy. However, the eyes of one person in the pavilion were full of worry, that is, the scribe, seeing that the situation of the demon had taken a turn for the worse, knew in his heart that he had been defeated, and he was puzzled, where did Uncle Wang find this person, he had never heard of it, and he must pass the news to the eldest prince. began to think about retreating, now escape from the pavilion, if you attract the attention of the beggar, you can take your life with a wave of your hand, noticed that Zu Zhenlin stood on the edge of the pavilion to watch the battle, this young man followed the beggar to the island together, but did not speak, but looking at his demeanor, he should not be a subordinate, the two are companions, and they have not made a move, the cultivation should not be high, it seems that if he wants to leave safely, he will count on him. Alas, I don't have to be used to water, otherwise I don't have to go so far, I have to find a boat, jump off the pavilion directly, and swim from behind.

As a strategist, the scribe gave advice to his master, and his wish was to help his master ascend to the throne, become a minister of Fulong, govern the country, make the country strong, expand the territory, and leave a name in history. The beggar was right, when the eldest prince ascended the throne, the situation was stable and the strength was strong, he would definitely eradicate these scum and strictly enforce the law. In fact, I hate these scum very much in my heart, but for the sake of the overall situation, I still make suggestions to the eldest prince, recruit them, do great things, especially when laying the foundation, it is necessary to use both good and bad, it is not about quality, the important thing is ability, of course, the premise is to be loyal, and then slowly go to the good. I will feel guilty, but I will never regret it, for the sake of this world is peaceful and the country is strong, it is helpless to sacrifice some people, and I will definitely make this country peaceful and peaceful, and become the lord of the Seven Kingdoms. But now is not the time to imagine a better future, if you don't handle it well, you will have no future, and your ambitions will turn into bubbles.

The scribe drew the short sword from his bosom, this sword was as sharp as clay, and it was a well-deserved sword, which was given to him by the great prince for self-defense. I can't help but rejoice in my heart, although I like to read and be good at scheming, but I also practice exercises, although I don't care, but I am not powerless, I will gamble now, that young man's skills.

The scribe held a short sword and slowly approached Zu Zhenlin, seeing that Zhenlin had been looking down, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword stabilized, in fact, he was only practicing by himself, and he had never fought against anyone at all. It wasn't until the scribe came to Zhenlin's back that he didn't react when he saw him, and he was even more relieved, but just as the scribe was about to put the short sword on his neck, Zhenlin suddenly turned around and looked at him with a smile. In fact, Zhenlin has been paying attention to this scribe, as an enemy, how can he rest assured that his back will be exposed.

The scribe suddenly saw the young man turn around and look at him with a smile on his face, and he cried out in fright, and also alarmed the woman next to him, and saw him holding a short sword, although it may not be against himself, he instinctively dodged it.

After the scribe shouted, he stabbed Zhen Lin with his sword in both hands, not realizing that he was going to kill the other party, not to hijack him. Zhen Lin looked at the panicked scribe in front of him, and felt amused, the blue light on the sword confirmed that the person in front of him was a cultivator, although he had just started, he would not be so embarrassed, he had never touched anyone, and he had not even sparred.

Zhenlin grabbed the opponent's wrist and strangled it hard, the scribe let go in pain, and the short sword fell. Zhen Lin stretched out his right hand to catch the sword and put it on the opponent's neck.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" asked Zu Zhenlin.

The scribe's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he could not accept the thought of dying before the great cause was completed, and cried out: "Please don't kill me, for if you let me go, you will be grateful." ”

"Shut up, watch the excitement first, and then talk about you. Zu Zhenlin commanded.

The scribe felt the chill of the blade and shut up.

The emperor beggar knocked the demon away, and when he was about to land, he rushed over, the index finger of his right hand was brought together, and he accurately placed it in his qi sea, and the aura passed through the skin and entered his qi sea dantian, destroying it.

The pervert couldn't bear the pain, screamed, fell to the ground, grabbed the ground with both hands, and said frantically: "Why, why did you do this? Kill me, kill me!"

"Why should I kill you? Don't you like to play? I'll let you experience it. The emperor said.

After hearing this, the demon's expression was twisted and painful.