Chapter 1711: The Warrior of the Golden Dragon Gate
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"Hand over the demon soul!"
The voice was unmistakable.
Ye Qingyun stepped on the void, raised his head, looked at the figure, and heard the continuous exclamations of the people around him.
"It's a person from the Golden Dragon Gate!" "It's a seven-star Golden Dragon Gate martial artist, oh my God, the Golden Dragon Gate divides the martial artists into one to nine stars, one star is the weakest, and the nine stars are the strongest! In the entire Golden Dragon Gate, there is only one nine-star martial artist, and that is the master of the Golden Dragon Gate! This seven-star martial artist has a very high status in the Golden Dragon Gate, and his strength is very strong!
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"I didn't expect that the white-clothed young man had provoked the martial artist of the Seven-Star Golden Dragon Gate! However, I was curious, what did he take? He actually asked the emperor of the Wind and Snow Empire to beg the martial artist of the Golden Dragon Gate to make a move!"
"I don't know, but the young man in white is not weak, you know, it is rumored that he is the one who killed Leng Yuehuo, one of the seven demons!"
"After all, rumors are rumors, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, what do you really want to do with the facts? No one knows, and it is very likely that there are exaggerated elements!"
At this moment, the masked man's eyes were as sharp as sharp blades, staring at the white-clothed young man in front of him, and said coldly: "I count three times, if I don't hand over the demon soul, die!"
Ye Qingyun sneered a few times when he heard these threatening words, stepped proudly in the void, and said disdainfully: "I'll give you a second to quickly disappear in my eyes, if you don't disappear, die!"
His tone mimicked that of the other party, and his voice was full of strong menace.
The word dead fell, and the cold meaning permeated the surroundings, causing the space to freeze.
When the surrounding warriors heard this, their pupils trembled slightly, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.
They didn't expect that the young man in white would dare to be so presumptuous even if he met a seven-star martial artist from the Golden Dragon Gate?
When the masked man heard this, a bright cold light burst out of his eyes, and under the mask, the corners of his mouth set off an extremely indifferent arc, which was even more full of killing intent: "You are very good, I will help you make a choice, die." โ
The cold voice fell, as if a poisonous snake was hidden in the shadows, spitting snake letters.
The hissing sound resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.
The seven-star martial artist quickly took a step, and his momentum skyrocketed, like a flood, constantly roaring and rolling, and it looked quite evil!
When everyone saw this scene, their hearts trembled.
Is the seven-star martial artist from the Golden Dragon Gate going to make a move?
Everyone here knows that Ye Qingyun is very powerful, and since he came to the Demon Land Empire, his deeds have spread all over the streets and alleys.
His deeds are even more legendary.
Now, he has to face the seven-star martial artist of the Golden Dragon Gate, can he defeat it?
That's what everyone thinks in their hearts. "Boy, I know that you killed two of the strongest ten people under the Seven Demons with just one move, Nanxiang and Peng Yuyang! I also know that the Fenghua General of the Wind and Snow Empire is not your opponent, and he can't even resist you with a single move! I know even more that you killed Leng Yuehuo! But so what
In the face of me, you will be cowardly!" The voice of the golden masked man was extremely cold, and it made people feel very timid when they heard it, and his voice seemed to come from hell, full of magic.
"Die!"
No more nonsense, the golden masked man's eyes were extremely cold, and a strong killing intent burst out of his eyes.
Just as he made a move, suddenly, a cold voice struck, blowing like a cold wind, falling on people's eardrums, making people's bodies tremble.
"Stop!"
It was an old voice.
The person who came was an old man in sackcloth, who stepped on the void, and his body did not exude the slightest breath.
His appearance is ordinary, and his clothes are very ordinary, but no one naively thinks that he is just an ordinary martial artist.
can appear in such a direction, so silently, how can it be an ordinary person?
Ye Qingyun's pupils shrank slightly.
This is definitely a master!
As for cultivation, he couldn't see it clearly at all!
Few people have given him such a feeling!
When the man in the golden mask saw the old man in sackcloth, his body trembled visibly, as if he had seen a demon.
"Ma Lao. โ
The golden-masked man said very respectfully, a light of awe clearly appeared in his eyes, and at a glance, he knew that the old man in front of him had a very high status.
"Is this Ma Lao?" The young burial knife standing beside Ye Qingyun looked deeply at the old man in front of him, and his mind slashed down like thunder.
"Do you know?" asked Ye Qingyun suspiciously.
"He is a member of the Wind Demon Alliance, he used to be a member of the Seven Demons, and then when he got older, he entered the Wind Demon Alliance!"
"This person is very strong, he went to participate in the Human Emperor Contest on behalf of the Wind Demon Emperor Domain, and as a result, he won the top spot and became famous in one fell swoop!
The burial knife said deeply, all of this he had learned from the mouths of the predecessors of the Immortal Demon Land.
Ma Lao is too famous, and he has the top spot in the list of emperors, it is impossible for people not to know.
"I see!" Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered.
Suddenly, the old man in sackcloth looked at Ye Qingyun and asked suspiciously, "You are Ye Qingyun?"
"Exactly!"
Ye Qingyun said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Okay! You have already met the qualifications to run for the Seven Demons, come with me!" said to the old man in Mai to Ye Qingyun, and then looked at the martial artist with the golden mask next to him and said, "He, you can't kill!"
A simple sentence contains unquestionable and bursting self-confidence.
As if he said he couldn't kill, then he couldn't kill!
When the golden masked man heard this, his face twitched violently under the mask, and his eyes were filled with a strong light of fear.
However, he rolled his eyes, looked at the old man, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say, "If he fails, won't he be protected by the Wind Demon team?"
The old man in Mai's cloudy eyes opened slightly, and then nodded his head in acquiescence.
Seeing the old man in sackcloth nodding, the cold light in the eyes of the golden masked man flashed, and then he looked at the old man again and asked, "I wonder how many people are qualified for the Seven Demons this time?"
"There are three people in total!" The old man in Mai knew the man with the golden mask, his eyes flickered, and he slowly spoke: "There are three people in total, they are him, and the Demon Dragon Sea, and Su Can!" "Oh, I've heard of these two!" The golden masked man's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ye Qingyun as if he was looking at a dead man.