In the eyes of other human countries, the power of death, that is, the representative of evil, the group of people in the Empire of Death, are all extremely evil people, they deal with corpses and souls, and their power is extremely strange.

If it weren't for the Empire of Death, which was powerful and towered above all nations, it might have been destroyed by the "righteous people" of other countries.

Countless people were stunned to see the silver light condensed from Yechen's spear, and Yechen's face flashed under the light of the silver light, and it was extremely evil in the eyes of everyone.

"Are you from the Death Empire?" Lu Song said in a deep voice.

Yechen sneered and said, "Do you still need to ask?"

Pang Yuhai smiled and said, "You, an evil Death Empire martial artist, dare to enter our Flame Empire, boy, you are dead." ”

The little fat man kicked Pang Yuhai's stomach and kicked it over, and then stepped on Pang Yuhai's stomach one after another, and said: "As long as you talk a lot, Lao Tzu has long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye." ”

"Ahhh

Lu Song looked at Yechen and said lightly: "Since you are a member of the Death Empire, then the old man has no psychological pressure to kill you." ”

Lu Song took out a long sword, which was his own nurturing magic weapon, and he had just been promoted to the king level.

Lu Song glanced at Chang Baihui and said coldly: "You, a girl from the Flame Empire, dare to collude with the people of the Death Empire to steal the wealth of my Flame Empire, and now I want to take you down and hand it over to the Empire for questioning." ”

With this charge, Lu Song no longer has any worries, even if Danshi Han Yanzhu is displeased, he has enough reasons.

The long sword rose with red flames, and with the unique power of the Martial King's master, it swept towards Yechen's chest.

"Ordinary first-order martial kings dare to be wild in front of me?" Yechen sneered, and the spear swept out and swept at Lu Song's long sword.

After the collision of the gun and the sword, Yechen stood still in place, on the other hand, Lu Song's whole person retreated continuously, and then sat on the ground, holding the sword with a shock in his eyes.

Behind Yechen, Pang Yuhai looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes were full of disbelief, he never thought that on one side was the unattainable uncle in his eyes, and the other was the young boy he looked down on, but the collision between the two sides would be such a situation.

This picture shocked Pang Yuhai a lot.

Not only him, but everyone in the Chixia Sect and the Purple Flame Sect fell into shock, watching all this in amazement.

"Not good!" Xiong Junpeng shouted, his body retreating sharply, and then suddenly rushed towards Yongdao.

Behind Yechen, the little fat man smiled hideously: "If you want to run, have you asked Master Dou about me?"

The little fat man's hands were full of earthly power, and then slammed on the ground, and at the entrance of the corridor, stone thorns suddenly rose, blocking Xiong Junpeng's figure.

The little fat man's martial arts, stabbing in the sky.

"Break it for me!" Xiong Junpeng's long sword burned with billowing flames, slashing at the rising stone thorns. The stone thorns were like a cage made of magic weapons, and cracks appeared one after another, but they were not broken.

"Elder Xiong, let's join forces to destroy this kid, what are you running?" Lu Song shouted.

On the steps below, where everyone was standing, suddenly a figure rushed out, this is a figure on horseback, the black horse is galloping in the sky with flames, and the knight on the horse is holding a spear, and the spear is burning with black flames.

The death knight came quickly, and Shunjiang descended at the entrance of the Yongdao, and when Xiong Junpeng wanted to cut out the second sword, he had to turn the direction of the long sword to meet the spear swept by the death knight.

The sword collided with Mao, and the sword was a billowing red flame, and the spear was a tumbling black flame.

"Bell!" After the impact, Xiong Junpeng's body was swept away, and then slid to Lu Song's side, and the huge force of the shock caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

In a confrontation, he was injured internally, and this scene shocked countless people.

Then, the two sect disciples standing at the entrance of the Yongdao Road quickly ran towards the two Martial Kings, not daring to stand beside the Death Knight.

Lu Song exclaimed, "Death knight, why did that death knight help this kid, damn it. ”

Pang Yuhai watched all this blankly, and all the scenes in front of him were beyond his cognition, making him feel unreal.

Xiong Junpeng sneered and said, "Haven't you seen it yet? This is not a dead creature infighting at all, but this kid's dead creatures, and the dead creatures below, I'm afraid he also brought them." ”

"His death creature, how is it possible? This is a king-level death creature, and he is just a martial spirit. Lu Song said in a deep voice, and then as if he remembered something, he muttered in his mouth, "Martial Spirit, Martial Spirit, how is it possible to be able to fight against a king-level Martial Spirit." ”

Immediately, Lu Song's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Yechen with incredible eyes, and said in shock: "Are you Yechen?"

"Yo, in the Flame Empire, there are people who know my name yet. Yechen smiled faintly.

It was confirmed by him that Lu Song was even more like ashes, and the various legends of Yechen in the secret realm of origin were spread in the major empires.

Young geniuses, in order to avoid falling behind, naturally said Yechen is very powerful, the more powerful Yechen is, the more powerful they are, in order to show that they are not so bad, as people spread the word, Yechen is rumored to be countless times stronger than themselves.

What a single person slaughtered the flying dragon, what killed the emperor of the martial king in one sword, and killed dozens of emperors of different races in three moves.

It has really reached the ears of these ordinary Martial Kings, and it has been rumored that they can compete with the Martial Emperor in the Martial Spirit Realm.

So when they heard Yechen's name, the people of the two major sects turned pale, especially Lu Song and Xiong Junpeng, who looked at Yechen with a frightened expression.

Pang Yuhai looked at Yechen blankly, he never thought that the young man he wanted to kill would dare to make such a big flip when he clearly felt that his side was winning.

Yechen, that is the idol in the hearts of countless young people, and it is also the target of envy of countless young people, Pang Yuhai is a member of the jealous army, and he hopes that Yechen will die one day.

But when Yechen really appeared, what brought Pang Yuhai was a deep fear.

Lu Song squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, and hugged his fist at Yechen and said: "I don't know if it's the arrival of the night boy, I miss the distance, and I hope to forgive the sin." ”

Xiong Junpeng opened his mouth and said: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding, you must know that you are the night boy, we have already bowed down to greet us, how dare you make a mistake." ”

"Oh, that's a nice thing to say. Yechen smiled faintly, for this kind of person who has no discipline, Yechen has seen too much, just now he had to shout to kill himself, regardless of whether he is innocent or not, now that the situation has changed, he immediately lost the temperance, this kind of person, Yechen has no psychological pressure to kill.

(End of chapter)