Although the blue-eyed beauty has the upper hand, the shock in her heart is no less than that of the emperor.

Her great shift has already reached the realm of sending and receiving from the heart, but it can be rigid and soft, and ever-changing. Except for the first generation of sect masters, although there have been many people in the Zoroastrian sect throughout the ages, no one has ever been able to cultivate to such a state at her age. But the Song boy in front of him, who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, has unheard of internal strength.

"Are all the people of Middle-earth so powerful?" she thought to herself, but she felt a little less confident about the purpose of her trip.

At this time in the West, the Byzantine Empire and the Arab Empire were on their own, and the Persian Empire had long been history. After the conquest of Persia, the I-S-Lam religion quickly replaced Zoroastrianism, and although Zoroastrians revolted several times, they were unsuccessful. In desperation, these Persians traveled as far as Chongyang to focus on the mysterious East.

Compared with the fragmentation and turbulence of the West and Central Asia, the Central Plains at this time, the two huge empires of Song and Liao, were at the peak of prosperity in the rare years of peace. More than 30 years later, the first crusade of the Crusaders, in the name of religion, poured the power of the country, noble knights and poor middle peasants to pick up hoes and take up posts, and the number of participants in the war was only more than 80,000. At this time, the Great Song Kingdom had a standing army of about one million, and the Great Liao Kingdom would only be even larger because all the people were serving in the military. It was very common for the Song Dynasty to fight a battle with Liao and even Western Xia, each leading an army of 100,000 or 200,000.

These Persians followed the clues and finally found the address of the Great Song Branch. Just want to take the power of this shareholder for yourself, and it is indispensable to use some means.

This plague is the method of the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings to suppress evil, this person is the best at using poison, and originally planned to use the severity of the plague to force the sect to return to the sect.

Huang Fu Yan guessed in his heart: "Could it be that this alien woman is from Persia, then isn't she a holy woman of Zoroastrianism?" Thinking about it, he was even more curious about this exotic beauty in front of him, seeing that her skin was like congealed fat, white and red, blue eyes were shining, and her hair was fluttering, he felt that it was really wonderful and indescribable.

But he quickly came back to his senses, stared deeply at the blue-eyed beauty, and said coldly, "Who is the girl?"

"Presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a stiff-sounded shout came from behind the two of them, and it turned out to be the small boat carrying these people that had docked.

The Emperor saw that there was a flaming flag on the bow of the ship, and thirteen tiger skin chairs were set up below, one of which was empty, and the rest were occupied. My heart moved, and I knew that the twelve people on the ship were the twelve treasure tree kings of the Persian Zoroastrianism. These twelve people are arranged in order, from left to right, namely: the Great Sage, Wisdom, Constant Victory, Holding Fire, Diligent Cultivation, Equality, Faith, Suppressing Evil, Integrity, Merit, Unity, and the Twelve Kings of Enlightenment.

The person who spoke happened to be in eighth place, and it was none other than the Evil Treasure Tree King of that town. He was a yellow-bearded man in his forties, with a thin build, wearing a red robe.

After the Evil Suppression Treasure Tree King shouted, he ignored the emperor's death, jumped off the boat first, and bowed down to the woman, "Pope!"

Huangfu Yan frowned and said, "Pope?" His face suddenly became a little solemn, and he said, "What kind of sect are you?"

The King of the Evil Treasure Tree said proudly: "Persian Holy Sect. ”

The emperor said in his heart: "Sure enough!" Seeing that this person was very arrogant and very unhappy, he smiled and said, "Oh, it turned out to be a Persian Zoroastrian, no wonder the tone is so big." The master had heard that the Holy Pope of Persia was martial arts, and he had long wanted to meet him, but the road was too far and he didn't go. I don't want to fight today, so it's just that!"

"You!" The Twelve Treasure Tree King's faces changed, if he hadn't seen that the Pope was on par with this person just now, he would have to go up and teach this stinky boy in front of him a lesson.

"My name is Hestia, I don't know what Your Excellency will call me!" said the woman who had been honored as the Pope, in a strange tone, but in a gentle voice, which sounded very charming.

Huang Fu Yan didn't expect this woman to be able to speak Chinese, so she was surprised and casually shouted: "Huang Fu Yan!"

How did he know that the Persian people had crossed the ocean and were bent on recovering the Eastern Sect, so they had already learned Chinese in advance. If there was no Huangfu to intervene in the bar, it would not be long before these people would be exterminated by Fang La's design, and the Persian Ming Sect martial arts inheritance would have been interrupted since then.

Huang Fu Yan thought of his previous speculation about the plague, and asked, "I don't know what you are doing when you come from afar? The epidemic that has been prevalent recently is related to you!"

The Suppression Evil Treasure Tree King was short-tempered, and he was also the Treasure Tree King of the Holy Fire Sect, and his status was only under the sect master, where had he received such a cold drink, his face turned red for a while, and he said, "What if it's me?"

"Hmph, damn it!" Huangfu was furious, "Fanbang evil dog, dare to disregard human life!" As he spoke, he turned into a sharp sword shadow and stabbed at the Zhenevil Tianrong acupoint from a tricky angle, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, intending to cut the artery in his neck.

The piercing and icy murderous aura surged from all directions, and the King of the Evil Suppression Treasure Tree raised his eyes to see only the sword light beating in his eyes, and his heart was frightened, and his body was cold. His strength is all over the use of poison, and the emperor is too fast to allow him to resist.

The Persian people were furious, the Persian Zoroastrians overrode the imperial power, where would they put the ordinary people in their eyes, not to mention the people of the Great Song Dynasty, but the Persian civilians, and it was unambiguous to kill. Unleashing the plague to deter the sect was the best way they could think of, and they could take it back without bloodshed, so what if some civilians died.

Hestia frowned, her mind still swirling with the sneer of the Emperor Fu just now, and she was a little ashamed for a while. But at this time, Huangfu had already flashed to the evil suppression, and she couldn't think about it too much, so she suddenly lifted the strength of the Qiankun Great Shift, raised her sleeves, and blocked it in front of the evil suppression.

"Peng!", the sword sleeves collided.

The Emperor stared at the strange light, and slashed his sword at Hestia's crossed sleeves. But he felt that the other party's sleeves seemed to be real and empty, so that he not only couldn't focus on urging, but also felt a strange energy of sucking and procrastinating, making him feel that if he continued to attack, he would fall into an unpredictable danger.

The Persian martial arts are really weird! The emperor did not dare to advance for a while, and drew his sword in horror and retreated. It's just that he hated the evil deeds of the Treasure Tree King who suppressed evil too much, and he didn't forget to teach him a lesson before leaving.

In mid-air, looking at the vacancy of Hestia's sleeves, the emperor stabbed out four swords in a row, although it was not fatal, but it attracted blood.

These four swords are swift and incoherent, and they are even more poignant. The first sword pierced through the left shoulder of the Treasure Tree King, the second through his right shoulder, the third through his left arm, and the fourth through his right flank. The four swords all passed back and forth, and soon eight holes were pierced in his big red robe, and the blades of the swords passed past the flesh, leaving blood marks one after another.