Chapter Ninety-Five: Hooked

It was night, the blizzard was like a waterfall, and the cold wind was biting.

On the water, but it is calm, just because the river has formed a thick layer of ice, on both sides of the river, the voices of people are boiling, the crowd is crowded, most of them are ordinary warriors, knowing that Emperor Qin Haotian invited the Great Yin Emperor Xiang Yang here, they all want to see the style of Emperor Qin, after all, this is one of the most eye-catching young emperors in the land of Kyushu since ancient times, of course, they want to see if their emperor is really as rumored, possessed by demons.

In addition to ordinary martial artists, there were not a few monks who came from other states overnight, they were either standing in the air from afar, or hiding in the crowd, but whether it was them or mortals, everyone's eyes were focused on the black-robed figure above Ba Shui at this time.

Qin Huang Haotian!

It was a slender and upright figure, the dragon pattern black robe of the nine dragons and five claws hunted in the cold wind, a black hair stood up high, dancing with the wind, wild to the extreme, he carried his hands behind his back, standing proudly, as if everything in this world was not in his eyes, his eyes were only the high sky, at this time his eyes were slightly closed, his face was expressionless, and his extremely cold face was enough to make countless women in the world pound, but unfortunately it was cold and cold that rejected people thousands of miles away.

On the edge of the water, in an inconspicuous corner, there was an inconspicuous carriage parked, the curtain of the carriage was lifted to reveal a stunning face, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her face was melancholy, a pair of eyes like autumn water with a trace of apprehension and panic, and her eyes were only the arrogant figure in the air.

At this moment, a crisp and agile voice sounded from behind her:

"Sister Mingyue, don't worry about him, he is so indifferent and ruthless, so calculating, if you are not completely sure, how can you be so risky, they all say that good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years, and a bad person like him doesn't know how many thousand years he will live. ”

The woman sighed softly and said softly:

"I'm just worried that he's too conceited, he's the smartest person in the world, he thinks everything can be in his own hands, but there are always some accidents that can't be controlled, hopefully, everything goes well. ”

After speaking, she lowered the curtain in her hand to cover her beautiful face, and the crisp voice in the carriage sounded again:

"Sister, don't worry, with Uncle Lingyunzi here, he is not so easy to die, he is the master of the Burial Sword Mountain, and the master and his old man must have left him something to save his life. ”

"I hope so. ”

......

In the distant void, there were two figures standing in the sky among the snowflakes, and they were also looking at Haotian in the distance, waiting for the battle that everyone watched tonight.

The beautiful girl in purple looked at the figure in the distance, and turned her head to ask the woman next to her with some puzzlement:

"Your Highness, we came so early just to give him a treasure armor, it was a superb spiritual weapon, you actually gave it to him, isn't he your opponent?"

Standing beside the girl, it was Gong Li, who was dressed in a golden robe, this time she did not wear a cold mask, but covered her face with a thin veil, which was a little less cold than usual, and when she heard the girl's question, she said softly:

"Although he is my opponent, he is not an enemy, and I still need him to lay down half of the country for me, and this treasure armor is given to him to prevent him from accidents in this battle. ”

"But, after all, it's a superb spiritual weapon. The purple-clothed girl pursed her lips, her face full of distress, after all, even if she wanted to have a top-grade spiritual weapon, it was very difficult, let alone a defensive top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Didn't he say that he was just borrowing it temporarily when we gave it to him?" Gong Li glanced at the girl beside him, revealing a rare light smile.

The purple-clothed girl snorted lightly and said:

"Hmph, I think he's hypocritical, he gave him a superb spiritual weapon and pretended to excuse himself, and in the end he didn't accept it? ”

"Then how about I make a bet with you?" Gong Li turned his head to look at Haotian in the distance, his eyes deep.

"What does Your Highness want to bet on?"

"Just bet on whether he will come to return Dillon Armor, if he doesn't, I'll give you a superb spiritual weapon. ”

"Really?!" The purple-clothed girl's eyes lit up and her face was full of excitement. "What if he returns?"

"If he returns, you will retreat and cultivate until you step into the infant transformation realm. ”

Hearing this, the girl in purple suddenly wilted, but after thinking about it, that person would not come back, so she agreed.

At this moment, in the direction of the Dayin Palace, a figure wearing a dark gold robe stepped into the air, and Xiang Ying finally appeared!

This martingale tiger has a bear on his back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are round, not angry but mighty, it is really the majestic posture of a generation of overlords, but from his eyes, there is a trace of coldness, and only from the breath, he does not have the heroic qi of being the lord of a country at all, and the luck on his body has also dissipated, but it is black gas, and the demonic mist is steaming, this demonic qi cannot be seen by ordinary people, but ordinary monks can see it clearly.

There is no imaginary pre-war dialogue, nor is there any momentum dispute, as soon as they met, Xiang Ying moved directly towards Haotian, his divine sense had already covered a radius of ten miles, and he was clear about everything around him, after confirming that this little guy in the spirit fetus realm was the Great Qin Emperor, he didn't want any accidents to happen, so it was better to fight quickly, first restrain the other party, and then take it back and slowly take it away.

At this time, Xiang Ying slapped it with a palm in the air, and a huge palm print appeared in the sky above Haotian, which fell fiercely on the top of his head, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, Haotian's figure was directly slapped down in the Bashui River with a palm, and he couldn't even do the slightest resistance, and the difference in strength between the two was obvious.

Haotian's body smashed through the ice, disappeared into the river, Xiang Ying frowned slightly, his palm just now seemed to be unremarkable, but it actually contained the power of blood, not to mention a small spiritual fetus realm monk, even the ordinary infant transformation realm would be instantly annihilated, but Haotian seemed to have no power to resist, but he resisted intact, although he fell into the river, he was obviously still alive.

"Hmph! It's not bad to be able to resist this palm, Ancestor, I want to see what other means you have!" Xiang Yan secretly snorted coldly, and swooped straight towards the river, he knew that there was something strange in the river, although his divine sense did not find anything abnormal, but he still resolutely rushed in, for the dragon, the trap laid by the ants, do you still need to be careful?

At this time, in the depths of the water, Haotian, who was constantly sinking, quietly opened his eyes, he used himself as bait, and sure enough, he caught this giant crocodile, no matter how cautious Xiang Yan was, he couldn't resist the temptation of his superb body after all.