"What!"

"The Fourth King?"

"Three?"

The voice of His Majesty the Demon Saint has spread throughout the entire Demon Domain, whether it is on the grassy slope on the bank of the Lechuan River, or in the greenery of the 100,000 mountains, far away in the Ten Thousand Demon City, Ji Wanzhu is pale and clenched Xu Yuyao's small hand, when the murmur of "the five kings of the human race are destined to die" floated with the wind, the face of Yue Guogong was already dead. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It took a long time for people to react to what the Demon Saint was talking about.

The eyes of countless people began to look at Liu Chen with complicated faces, the sage's words could not be groundless, he said that the five kings of the human race were destined to die, then the five kings of the human race would definitely die!

The so-called five kings of the human race, aren't they the four generations of Canglan Kings plus the Holy Ancestor Tianji!

The two dragons, the water dominates, and the sky is endless!

The Seven Saints of the Demon Nether, the Barbarian God, the Hades Monarch, and the most powerful Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Death Acolyte, the two Demon Netherworld clans did indeed have seven particularly outstanding leaders.

The snow of the extreme north, needless to say, the Lonely Mountain Protoss is the snow of the north that soars in the sky.

In this way, Liu Chen is indeed the fifth king of the human race, so the strange expression of the demon saint, and the fourth king who suddenly spoke...... Juggernaut - Liu Bai!

The people who realized it followed the gaze of the demon saint, and looked at the sky behind the grassy slope, on the other side of the cloudless sky, a figure like a mountain was slowly pacing, every step of his was on the colorful auspicious clouds, and every one of his eyes was like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, looking at the heroes of the world!

He has a face similar to Liu Chen, more vicissitudes, more years, his hair is gray, his shoulders are extremely straight, he is the living god, he is the pride of the entire human race, he is sixty years ago, the legendary sword of the southern kingdom, he is sixty years ago, by the Canglan River, the greatest king!

"Why, the five kings of the human race must die?"

Different from the awe of ordinary people, that figure stood proudly opposite the Demon Saint Phantom, and asked with a faint expression: "How dare a reptile who has already turned into dry bones curse me!"

Crawler...... Tsk, dare to scold the demon saint for being a reptile that has long been turned into dry bones, this person is really ...... But even so, all the Donglu masters on the side of the bridge did not have any objections, the main thing was that they didn't dare, who would dare in the face of Liu Bai?

"Reptiles?" The Demon Saint Phantom didn't get angry, he still smiled lightly, and then sighed lightly: "The five kings of the human race, it's really mader than the other!"

"If you are not crazy, how can you have the most beautiful vicissitudes in the world!" Liu Bai smiled lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the image of the demon saint turned into nothingness in the intermittent sigh, and the heaven and the earth suddenly fell into an oppressive silence......

"Beigong, you have regressed!" When the demon saint disappeared, Liu Bai's eyes fell on Beigong Xu, who was smiling lightly, and after a long time, he said in an indifferent tone: "You can't clean up just one person who smells the rain?"

Only then did everyone know that the woman in white who was going to kill Liu Chen just now was the once world-famous transcendent master Wen Ren Huayu......

"Why do I want to clean up the smell of the rain for you?" Beigong Xu sneered, raised his head and said-for-tat: "You guys eat dogs, don't want to involve me and kill her, why don't you do it yourself?"

"What a dog eats a dog!" Liu Bai suddenly laughed, the laughter echoed for a long time, so depressed that people didn't dare to come out, for a long time, his eyes glanced at Liu Chen, meaning inexplicably: "Did you hear it, she said you are a dog!"

"I'm a dog!" Liu Chen's face was complicated, and he struggled in his heart for a long time, and then he twisted his face and sneered: "You are also a dog!"

“！！”

"Yi'er!"

"Damn!"

"What's the situation!"

"Poof!"

The pot exploded in the crowd, Liu Jingfeng's face turned a little pale, from beginning to end, he had not digested the news of Liu Bai's sudden appearance, in the end, Liu Chen was really disrespectful, and others also said that as the king of Canglan, there is no need to compromise anyone, but who is Liu Bai, that is Liu Chen's own grandfather, how can he scold his grandfather for being a dog......

The night crow sighed, slowly lowered his head, and helplessly lowered his hand and stopped talking......

The faces of the demon clan powers changed, and their eyes kept falling on Liu Bai and Liu Chen's faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The masters of the state religion sneered in their hearts, but their faces were indifferent.

The great cultivators of the seventy-two clans in the Western Regions, the moment Liu Bai appeared, their faces were already sinking like water, and they quietly hid at the back of the crowd.

Beigong was smiling, smiling like a flower, just like the early spring when the ice and snow were melting, and it was a little dazzling......

Silence, death-like silence.

Until Liu Bai fell from the sky and slowly walked in front of Liu Chen, the crowd consciously separated a road, and no one dared not be in awe of the Sword Saint.

"You hate me?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"Okay!"

Liu Bai was expressionless, just looked at Liu Chen so coldly, and met that stunning gaze, Liu Chen did not flinch at all, he kept gritting his teeth and insisting, from the bottom of his heart, Fancheng Ranger is a competitive character, even if you are a sword saint, if you do something wrong, you should be blamed!

"Then why do you hate me!"

"Shouldn't you hate?"

"Yes!"

Such a nutritious and slightly clumsy conversation, into everyone's ears, but no one laughed, I just heard that this pair of ancestors and grandchildren have an inseparable estrangement, today the first time to meet, I believe that it will not be long before Liu Bai and Liu Chen's-for-tat confrontation will follow the wind from the south, and spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent with a thunderous attitude.

"I'm here to help you get Hao's infinite inheritance!"

"I don't need your help, it should be mine, no one can take it away, it's not mine, I don't want it!"

"You won't get anything good by going against me!"

"What benefits can you give me? Isn't it enough to kill my father and mother?" Ignoring Liu Feng's obstruction, Liu Chen came to Liu Bai's side with some excitement, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he grabbed the placket of the Sword Saint with one hand, and said with a vicious face: "In their eyes, you may be a hero and a god!" But in my heart, you are just a coward, and you can't even protect your own son, you are a waste!"

"Yi'er!"

"Brother Chen!"

"Lord Wang!"

"Your Highness!"

The friends all exclaimed, and the sword lord who was confident in the end of the matter was almost not shocked by Liu Chen's words, on one side was his father, and on the other hand was his nephew, such a deep hatred and hatred, Liu Fengfeng felt a big head, if it weren't for Liu Shayun from the side, the sword lord would have been weak in his legs and sat down on the ground.

"Are you looking for death?"

Liu Bai's face became more and more cold, and his cold gaze all declared the anger from the Sword Saint, whether it was as the previous generation of Canglan King or as a grandfather, Liu Bai did not allow Liu Chen to say such unethical words, as a descendant, he should not be blasphemous like this!

The endless anger was almost about to scorch Liu Chen's soul, but he didn't avoid it, even if Liu Bai under the anger might tear him to pieces, about the character of the Sword Saint, everyone present knew it, once the anger came, it could be called a six relatives who did not recognize it, and the former Western Regions was a no-man's land, and the bloodthirsty brutality of the Sword Saint was written everywhere. (To be continued.) )