Emperor Tianwu

Compared to the camp that is all composed of Martial Emperors, almost all of which are Thrones, the gap between the two is too obvious.

"There are only three Martial Emperors, and the rest are all Thrones, and there are even monks on the second and third floors of the Throne. The monks in the Eastern Continent are really getting worse year by year. If you ask me, Star Wars Palace should give up on the Eastern Continent!" The stern young man spoke, with undisguised sarcasm in his voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

Especially Zhao Zilong and Yan Wudao looked even more ugly.

Because they have the lowest cultivation level, only the second and third floors of the throne.

Yan Wudao rarely talks and looks quiet, but that doesn't mean he is easy to talk to.

The fact that he can come to Feiyu Palace shows that his talent is already higher than that of most people in the Eastern Continent.

"Senior, although I am only on the second floor of the throne, it does not mean that I am afraid of the monks at the peak of the throne. Under the Martial Emperor, it is up to you to choose and see who can fight with me!" Yan Wudao stood up directly. , spoke somewhat unconvinced.

Zhao Zilong also said: "Yes, under the Emperor Wu, it is up to you to choose. If I, Zhao Zilong, are afraid, I will not be considered a man!"

If Yun Chen hadn't become the Martial Emperor, they would never have dared to say this.

Don't look at the fact that Yun Chen was only on the throne at first, but when he was on the throne, he could fight against the powerful Emperor Wu!

This guy is completely different.

If they dare to say this, if the stern young man lets Yun Chen fight with them, then they may not even dare to fight and will have to admit defeat.

But now, they no longer have such worries.

Because Yun Chen was already the Martial Emperor, there was no way that stern young man would let Yun Chen fight with them.

Yun Chen also wanted to see if the throne monks here were really much stronger than those on the Eastern Continent, so he did not speak to stop the two of them.

Hearing this, the people behind the stern young man had disdain on their faces.

He actually dared to challenge them when they were just two thrones in their early stages. It was a desperate situation.

"Since you want to die, I will help you. You two, come together!"

At this time, a very charming-looking man stood up, twisted his waist, and said with a smile.

He was obviously a man, but he was wearing a long skirt, his face was covered with makeup, his lips were blood red, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked very awkward.

He is only on the fifth floor of the throne, and his aura is slightly feminine, so he is obviously not an easy person to get along with.

After hearing this man's words, Yan Wudao and Zhao Zilong's faces turned pale.

However, the two of them did not dare to be careless.

After all, this place is already within the scope of the Star Wars Palace. If the other party is an ordinary throne monk, how can he be qualified to stand in this place?

You know, Star Wars Palace is not a peerless talent.

"Are you going up or should I go up?" Zhao Zilong asked.

Yan Wudao said: "I'll go first, this guy is so disgusting, I can't help but want to punch him to death!"

When the man heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and then he sneered: "Good boy, how dare you say this to me, I will let you know today what it means to be in pain!"

"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!"

Yan Wudao had already stepped out of the camp, and then released a cloud of gray mist.

As the gray mist twisted, it was like threads wrapped around his hand.

This gray mist looks a bit like the evil spirit thread, but it is much more solid than the evil spirit thread, and exudes a trembling aura.

When the cold young man saw Yan Wudao's weapon, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and a fierce light bloomed in his eyes.

Although this is not the evil spirit thread, it is similar to the evil spirit thread. It is also made of soul and blood.

Moreover, a small section requires the blood and souls of hundreds of monks to refine it. It is a very cruel magic weapon called Soul Hunting Silk.

"It turns out that he is a cruel and murderous guy, and he actually used such a vicious magic weapon. It seems that you killed many people for this magic weapon!" After seeing Yan Wudao's magic weapon, the charming man's eyes also glowed with fierceness. .

Even Yun Chen frowned slightly and looked at Yan Wudao with a somewhat evil look.

If you want to refine this kind of magic weapon, God knows how many monks you have to kill and how many souls you have to extract to do it?

Even Zhao Zilong and others subconsciously stayed away from some Yan Wudao.

Yan Wudao, as if he didn't see this, directly sacrificed the gray mist.

As the gray mist rolled, it turned into a huge black spear. The spear rolled up the surrounding aura of heaven and earth, and like a meteor piercing the void, it suddenly stabbed the charming man.

He took out the gun extremely fast, and it only took two or three breaths from when he shot it to when the spear appeared in front of the charming man.

Two or three breaths are sometimes very short, but sometimes they are also very long.

The moment the spear appeared in front of him, the charming man moved. The folding fan in his hand had been opened and suddenly blocked in front of him.

With a "boom" sound, the spear pierced the folding fan. It was like two mountain peaks colliding together. A violent roar broke out, true energy splashed out, and laws overflowed.

Obviously, both of them directly used the power of law.

The blow returned in vain, Yan Wudao's expression remained unchanged, he suddenly moved forward, grabbed the spear, then raised it with one hand and smashed it directly at the opponent.