Chapter 553: Quicksand of Life

When Yu Wenhao returned to the team of Shuyu and the other women, the battle was announced.

With one against nine, complete victory.

"Congratulations to Childe for breaking through the Martial Saint!"

Shuyu saw Yu Wenhao and congratulated happily.

"It was so dangerous just now, you didn't come to save me, aren't you worried about my sudden fall?" Yu Wenhao deliberately put on a very angry look, staring at Shuyu.

"Although it was unexpected, it was all under control, how could such a thing happen? Shuyu replied without shying away.

"Okay, Ben Gongzi will forgive you. Yu Wenhao pinched Shuyu's nose and sighed.

Such an intimate scene, Shuyu is naturally very useful, but the other women, thinking of the previous incident, are still frightened, so many masters, in front of Shuyu, like ants, fall apart, this is the strength of the strong!

Yu Wenhao was in a good mood, teased Shuyu, and set his eyes higher in the air.

There, it was the battle of the three top powerhouses.

The Dragon King, a martial emperor with amazing defensive power and mastery of the rules of thunder, was dressed in a golden robe, and purple thunder and lightning surrounded him, and every time his body moved, it was accompanied by the sound of thunder.

Shuyu, who masters the rules of life, seems to be a weak woman, every time her body flutters, she can make people pleasing to the eye, as if she is not fighting at all, but dancing in the sky.

A steady stream of life rules surrounded her, and every move drove the entire range of life breath, the majestic life breath, which made others physically and mentally happy, but the Sword Emperor who fought against her was miserable.

Deprivation, deprivation of the rules of life, he is the Martial Emperor who has been promoted for many years, and he has already raised the spirit of twelve points against the Dragon King, who is known as the number one in the world in terms of defense, but with Yan Xueqing, whose strength is not inferior to that of the Dragon King, the situation is not very optimistic.

The vitality was invisibly deprived, making his movements slow, and the dragon king's huge body constantly blocked the space around him, coupled with the penetration of purple thunder, making it difficult for him to exert his strength perfectly.

Over time, he gradually fell into the downwind, looked down and looked down, the entire Yundi Mountain, where is there still the breath of the rest of the martial artists, the martial artists of the Broken Sword Pavilion, shouldn't they kill the martial artists of other forces?

However, when he saw Yu Wenhao, he knew that everything was unexpected.

People are not as good as heaven, I thought that I would deal with a Martial Emperor who was consumed by the formation, it must be a trivial matter, but who would have thought that the other party had more than one Martial Emperor, and the siege of two Martial Emperors, he did not dare to speak out, and now, the situation is not optimistic, he has no intention of fighting, and more is to escape here unharmed.

Even if the other party is two Martial Emperors, they don't want to keep themselves.

"Lord Sword Emperor, where do you want to go?"

Yu Wenhao pulled Shuyu and flew high into the air, and at the same time, his eyes locked on the Sword Emperor.

"It seems that humans and animals are harmless, but in fact they are scheming, Yu Wenhao, you are so scheming!"

Indeed, at this moment, he knew that the biggest reason why Fengyun Sect was defeated in the hands of Yu Wenhao was not that Fengyun Sect was not strong enough, but that Yu Wenhao's methods were endless, which made it impossible to guard against it.

With his strength alone, he will overwhelm the crowd, and with Emperor Wu in charge, can Fengyun Sect not be destroyed?

"Thanks to the praise of the Sword Emperor, it is really flattering to be able to let the dignified Sword Emperor dispatch this time!" Yu Wenhao looked at the Sword Emperor without denying.

It is worthy of being the Sword Emperor, the position he is in, the sword intent is dense, and the sword momentum is soaring to the sky, as if between heaven and earth, there is only a sharp sword that smashes the stars, and the Sword Emperor is the master of this sword, controlling all life and death.

"Hmph, you are a newly promoted kid, what qualifications do you have to talk to the old man?" The Sword Emperor was instantly unhappy when he saw Yuwen Hao's breezy appearance.

He is the Martial Emperor who has been famous for many years, and the person who interlocutes with him on an equal footing must be the generation of the Martial Emperor, on weekdays, those peak martial saints are respectful to him, and today, a newly promoted kid is not afraid of his majesty, this is not a provocation?

"You are a senior, so I call you the Sword Emperor, you don't know what to do, so I can only call you an old horseman. Yu Wenhao scoffed and put up a shelf, you have to see when it is!

Now, you are a fish and a meat, and I am a sword, and you dare to be so presumptuous.

"Huangkou child, Hugh is rude. "The Sword Emperor blew his beard and glared, the dignified Sword Emperor was actually called an old puppet by a kid, what a humiliation.

"Old horseman, you are in danger today, your courage is commendable, but you should stay!" Yu Wenhao threw a look at the Dragon King and Yan Xueqing, Yu Wenhao's words fell, and the two of them had already shot again.

"Yu Wenhao, when the old man frees his hand, he will definitely let you die a good death. The Sword Emperor's position was blocked again, and he felt that the attack was getting stronger and stronger, so he let out a roar.

"Then you have to have this chance, there are many people who want to kill me, but in the end, it doesn't seem to end well. Yu Wenhao glanced at the Sword Emperor, indeed, he was telling the truth.

From the fact that he has not yet become a martial artist, he has already faced a sneak attack by the Martial Emperor of Youyu Mountain, and almost died, after that, he has been promoted to a four-crystal martial artist, and has been chased and killed by Yuwen Jiang, a disciple of the family, chased and intercepted by the Viper Gang, chased and killed by the holy beasts of the White Tiger Academy, Ge Long competed for the Cloud Hand Technique, the calculation of the Flower Rain Palace, and then to the Fengyun Sect's invitation to enter the urn.

The dangers he faced were innumerable, but every time he was able to turn danger into a disaster, not only his heart, but also superhuman wisdom, brave and fearless spirit, and luck, which were indispensable.

The pressure again and again made his strength progress rapidly, and those so-called dangers gradually became the stepping stones of his martial arts path.

One will be a success!

The growth of every warrior must have countless warriors become stepping stones, in this process, the fall of the strong, the death of genius, is an indispensable condition, the winner is king.

If you want to become a strong person who is admired, you must go through baptism again and again before you can reach the top and meet a new future.

"The accumulation of quicksand is like the beginning of life, but the scattering of quicksand is the end of life, and I grasp the rules of life, and I can deprive the meaning of life, so ..... Life deprivation. ”

Yan Xueqing danced in the air, her mouth was full of words, and as her words fell, she saw many gray things floating out of her body, gradually floating towards the Sword Emperor.

"Pretend to be a ghost, wait for me to cut it!"

Seeing the gray gravel coming towards him, the Sword Emperor shouted, and slashed out with a sword.

The sword shadow occupies half of the sky, the sword momentum goes straight into the sky, the sword intent is like a thunderbolt, and like a tiger descending the mountain, the bright sword light is dazzling and abnormal, as if it is going to split the stars and the moon, and split the mountains and rivers.

The sword was monstrous, like a broken bamboo, slashing straight down from the sky, and Yan Xueqing, in front of the giant sword, was like a speck of dust.

Under the attack of the sword shadow, there was no deafening sound, no gorgeous scene of streamers, but a silent collision, the quicksand swinged, and the cut was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, surrounding the sword shadow.

"No.... No way!"

The Sword Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and he let out an unwilling roar.