"Poof, poof, poof",

Those few sword rays submerged into the eyebrows of the several Fuso warriors, and the blades in their hands had already been broken by the fierce sword qi.

Several Fuso warriors froze, and their faces showed horror.

Then the Fuso warriors didn't have time to scream before their bodies fell limply.

Ding Xiaoyi's body stirred up a strong killing aura,

He saw that the sword intent on the handwriting on the sign he left behind had been erased, and the handwriting that erased the sword intent was just like ordinary handwriting.

And to erase the sword intent on that handwriting, only the strong can do it.

It was impossible for an ordinary Fuso samurai to erase the sword intent from that handwriting.

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi killed the Fusang warriors strongly, several more Fusang warriors rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi and the others.

They had murderous expressions on their faces.

Each Fuso samurai was surrounded by a furious spirit.

Several cold blades streaked in the air.

Ding Xiaoyi's anger flew up, and his figure disappeared into this group of Fusang warriors.

"Bang, bang, bang",

After a few dull sounds,

The several Fuso warriors who rushed with their swords raised were kicked away by him.

Several figures smashed down on the audience of the gladiatorial arena like a broken kite.

They let out a wail.

The diminutive old man of Fuso just watched it all calmly.

A feminine middle-aged man had a nervous look in his eyes, and he whispered in the ear of the short Fuso old man from time to time.

The Imperial Capital monks who were beaten down saw Ding Xiaoyi's strong entry, and their faces showed excited expressions.

Tang Qing and the others helped up this group of hard-hit Imperial Capital monks.

Ning Wuzhi's face was calm, and he followed behind Ding Xiaoyi.

He is not good at fighting, as long as Ding Xiaoyi is in charge.

"Bastard",

Several Fuso warriors raised their swords in their hands,

They saw that Ding Xiaoyi was so violent, but they didn't dare to step forward again.

There was a look of cruelty in their eyes, but none of the Fuso samurai dared to make a rash move.

"A bunch of eggless pirates",

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes swept away, and he sneered from this group of Fusang warriors who were fierce but did not dare to step forward.

Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's ridicule, the faces of this group of Fuso warriors became very ugly.

"Smack, smack, smack",

The short old man of Fusang, who was sitting like Mount Tai, couldn't help but clap his hands when he heard Ding Xiaoyi's taunt.

His eyes were cold and murderous,

He looked at Ding Xiaoyi and the monks of the Great Yonghuang Emperor, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

Ding Xiaoyi's gaze also fell on the short old man of Fusang, and the two looked at each other.

"It's worthy of being a young hero, if my Fusang Erlang is as heroic as King Ding Zhan, I won't just live in that small country."

The short old man of Fusang gave Ding Xiaoyi words of approval.

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Xiao Yi raised his eyes coldly, and then said unceremoniously:

"You Fuso Wakou are just a bunch of beasts, and it is already a gift from heaven that the small island can accommodate you."

Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's merciless mockery,

The short Fusang old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes flashed with a palpitating coldness.

"King Ding Zhan, even if I am a small island country of Fusang, then isn't your Emperor Dayong going to marry my Fusang?"

"You Dayong are just like that, my Fusang warriors occupy the killing capital, what about your Dayong's strong masters?"

The old man of Fusang retorted to Ding Xiaoyi.

"The ability of Fusang beasts to sit in a well and watch the sky is really a must, but I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Ding Xiaoyi knows

Dao's marriage this time is just for the fate of the Nirvana Stone, and Feng Qingwu has already explained everything.

Got the Destiny Nirvana Stone,

He didn't mind sinking Fuso Island and making it disappear into the East China Sea completely.

"Sitting in a well and watching the sky? King Ding Zhan also looks up to your country too much, my Fusang country is the country of the sun, shining on the entire East China Sea, and your country can only survive for a while."

The old man of Fusang said disdainfully to Ding Xiaoyi.

Hearing the words of the old man in Fusang, Ding Xiaoyi knew that this old man in Fusang was extremely ambitious.

They should have deployed everything a long time ago,

Fusang died and Dayong's heart did not die.

They are fierce and violent by nature, and they are far from being able to satisfy them by a Dayong.

"It's really unashamed, you don't stay in the Fusang Island Country, but you come to the Dayong Emperor to find death, and today the king of this war will fulfill your group of Fusang widows."

As soon as the long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand was raised, a violent aura stirred up around him.

Though his spiritual sea is destroyed,

However, the sword intent around him turned into a substantial sword qi and swayed, covering the sky and the sun.

"King Ding Zhan, today you can feel the divine skills of my Fusang Kingdom."

The old man got up,

His body jerked out, and his short body suddenly grew taller.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes shrank slightly,

This old man of Fusang really cultivated the Eight Divine Skills of Fusang, and I don't know how many Divine Skills this old man has cultivated.

"Fusang Eight Divine Skills, it's just Er'er, isn't Geng Liqiu also died under the sword of this war king."

"To put it bluntly, your Fusang Eight Divine Techniques are just the Eight Great Beast Combat Techniques, which seem to be extremely powerful, but in fact they are just vulnerable."

Ding Xiaoyi shook his head and taunted the other party again.

When the old man heard this, his face became gloomy.

Fuso Yajin Technique has always been the pride of Fuso samurai, and every Fuso samurai is proud to practice the Eight Divine Techniques.

But when it came to Ding Xiaoyi's mouth, the Fusang Eight Divine Technique had become an ordinary beast combat skill.

How could he stand it.

"I hope that King Ding Zhan's strength is the same as your mouth, don't let me down."

The old man of Fusang said coldly to Ding Xiaoyi, his eyes

The flickering killing intent in the room became even stronger.

"Be careful, he is Dongcang Xuanji from the Fuso Dongcang family, and the Fuso warriors here all call him Lord Dongji."

There was a reminder of Ning Wuzhi in his ears,

Ding Xiaoyi didn't expect that this seemingly short and obscene old man would actually be a strong man from the Fusang Dongcang family.

The Dongcang family is one of the famous surnames in Fusang country.

It is also one of the oldest surnames in Fuso, and its bloodline can be traced back to the Sun Clan.

The Fusang Kingdom claims to be the Sun Country, and the Sun Clan used to be a type of human race in the Cangxuan Realm.

Later, for unknown reasons, I left the Cangxuan Realm and went to the East China Sea.

Then settled in an island nation in the East China Sea,

Back then, the Sun Clan took away a sacred tree, and this sacred tree was called Fuso.

Later, the small island was called Fuso Island, and finally evolved into Fuso Kingdom.

The people of Fuso consider themselves descendants of the Sun Clan, and the king of Fuso calls himself the Sun King.

Geng Liqiu is the eighth son of the Sun King of Fusang Kingdom,

The Dongcang family and the Sun King family have been friends for generations, and Geng Liqiu's death also caused the wrath of the Sun King of Fusang Kingdom.

This time, Dayong married Fusang State, and this Dongcang Xuanji was also one of the envoys of Fusang.

And what he wants to do is to avenge Geng Liqiu and come to the killing capital for the purpose of killing Ding Xiaoyi.

"I heard that your Dongcang family has cultivated a technique of eight beasts, but I don't know which one?"

Ding Xiaoyi's mockery echoed in the ears of the old man in Fusang,

And his figure had already shot towards the battle platform.

Ding Xiaoyi fell on the battle platform, and with a flick of his hand, he picked up the wilted manberry.

"King Ding Zhan",

Mangrove's face was pale and bloodless,

She felt a sense of faithful security in her thick chest pouring into her heart, and she didn't need to look to know that it was Ding Xiaoyi who picked her up.

"Go down first, and leave it to me here."

Ding Xiaoyi's slender palm pressed on the back of the mangrove, and a majestic sword intent spread out into the manberry's body.

The domineering sword intent was like a dragon going to sea, dissolving all the prohibitions around the mangrove.

Manluo only felt a fierce sword intent coming from her body, and that sword intent was like a bamboo, and the prohibition that the old man Fusang had left in her body collapsed.

She felt a lightness all over her body, and her cultivation returned.

Ding Xiaoyi's powerful sword intent directly cleared the prohibition left by Dong Cangxuanji before he stopped.

"Be careful",

Manlo rolled her eyes, and her face began to flush a little shyly.

Ding Xiaoyi nodded,

The woman who bullied him, he wanted to make Dong Cang Xuanji kneel and leave the killing capital.

Feeling Ding Xiaoyi's surging anger, Manluo's heart warmed.

Together, she turned into a fluttering butterfly and fell down the battlefield.

Seeing that the mandarin got off the battlefield,

Ding Xiaoyi's gaze fell on the old man of Fusang, and he did not hide his-for-tat killing intent.