Covering his heart: "Okay, then I'll teach you a lesson!" Emperor Qiye knew that he couldn't run away, so it was better to fight with him, who wins and who loses, it's not certain.

The two figures were quickly entangled, after all, the Seventh Emperor was a member of the Emperor's family, naturally not an ordinary person, and in an instant, he was on par with the Seventh Emperor.

Emperor Xuanyin stared coldly at Emperor Qiye, his eyes full of killing intent.

The Seventh Emperor was shocked in his heart, and said in disbelief: "What happened to you in the first place, how could you have such a high strength?"

In his opinion, it seems that Emperor Xuanyin has some kind of fantasy dream realm at most, but who knows that he has actually reached the spirit saint realm, which is really weird.

Emperor Qiye was thinking about it, and suddenly saw a flash of purple light in Emperor Xuanyin's eyes, and behind the deep purple pupils, there was this familiar aura.

Emperor Qiye's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief and shock: "You, do you have pure blood?"

Before, he only helped him drive Di Xuanyin away because he wanted to please the third master, even if he knew that he might be the biological son of the eldest brother, so what, anyway, he was not a person of pure blood, and it was nothing to die one or two.

But......

"Poof—"

A long sword pierced his throat fiercely, and Emperor Qiye's pupils gradually dilated, and there was no more sound.

"Ah, we're late, the Seventh Master is already dead, kill him!

When Emperor Qiye's subordinates arrived, Emperor Qiye was already dead.

These people frantically killed Emperor Xuanyin one by one.

Emperor Xuanyu, the master of the imperial family, Murong Qingqing, and these people were all dispatched and fought with those people.

In an instant, rivers of blood flowed.

Of course, the people who died were all the people of the Emperor Seventh Master.

After all, these people are just a guard, and these people, all of them, are elites.

Even Yu Hanxi, who was the weakest chicken before, had a little red bear to protect him.

Such a heavy smell of blood made Ye Bingyi frown in disgust.

Secretly scolded that the blood of these people stinks, the character is not good, and even the blood is so dirty.

Di Xuanyin noticed her expression, walked over and took her hand and said, "Yiyi, are you scared?"

"When did you ever see me afraid of something?" Ye Bingyi pinched her nose and said in disgust, "It's just that these people stink too much." ”

Di Xuanyin was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then funnily pressed her little head into his arms.

The unique tea fragrance on the man's body immediately dispelled the smell of blood, Ye Bingyi suddenly felt refreshed, sighed comfortably, and also stretched out his hands, pulled Di Xuanyin, and shrank in his arms, looking for a good place to enjoy the shade.

"Ding—"

Suddenly, a golden thing fell out of Emperor Qiye's arms.

Emperor Xuanyin took the thing in his hand, and then gave it to Ye Bingyi, "Yiyi, this is for you, you should like it, it is similar to our Evian Pavilion." ”

Ye Bingyi took it in his hand, looked at it curiously, and then smelled a smell of sweat, and said in disgust: "Where is our home smelling good." ”

Turning her head, she remembered that Qian Xihan didn't even have a superfluous ornament on his body, which was too shabby, and shouted: "Little Qianzi, this thing is for you!"

Hearing Ye Bingyi's shout, Qian Xiehan, who was fighting with the emperor's family, turned his head, and saw what Ye Bingyi threw over, he reached out to take it, stuffed it into his arms and continued to kill.

In this fight, there was a pair of fierce eyes staring at Emperor Xuanyin.