Emperor Yutianwu

Outside the general election platform, many people were watching. Seeing the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but sigh for Chu Yan and the young man with tressed hair: "These two people are able to persist until now with the fourth level of saint, which can be regarded as some ability." , with extraordinary combat power and the ability to fight across borders. Unfortunately, the Immortal Lord is cruel in selecting generals. Now that Yan Feng has spoken, their lives may end here. "

Yan Feng heard the words of the man with tied hair, smiled sarcastically, and took a step forward with a bang, surrounded by several fire dragons, roaring. His body was already extremely strong, but now he raised his head slightly, like an invincible god of fire, oppressing He kept approaching the young man with tied hair: "You want to challenge me?"

The young man with tied hair stood there, enduring the burning heat. His heart sank, and he felt a little afraid. However, he had extraordinary fighting power and an unusual character. With a wave of his hand, a lightsaber flickered and came out wreaking havoc. Weaving a sword net in the void.

"Destroy!" Yan Feng snorted coldly. As he raised his hand, the fire dragon swallowed the sky, the destructive magma exploded in the air, and the sword nets suddenly shattered.

"It's a gift for you to challenge each other. If you don't cherish it, then you will die." Yan Feng smiled ferociously, and the flames turned into a huge palm print in the air. The space was distorted, and humming sounds continued to splash.

"Ah!" The young man with tied hair screamed, and his eyes were stabbed by the flames. He covered his eyes with his hands, feeling extremely painful. The next moment, without even a chance to admit defeat, his body was under the endless flames. Being burned, it was as if this world had never existed.

"So strong...!"

Even though they had expected the outcome of this battle, everyone was still a little moved when they saw Yan Feng kill the young man with tied hair in an instant.

The seed players who are known as having a chance to succeed in the selection are indeed strong enough.

"You are the only one left now!" Yan Feng killed the young man with tied hair, glanced at Chu Yan, the only fourth-level saint left on the stage, and coldly snorted: "Kill yourself."

Chu Yan stood there all the time. When he heard this, his face remained extremely calm. He raised his head and glanced at Yan Feng: "You are taking too much care."

Yan Feng was not surprised by Chu Yan's attitude. He had killed someone before, but Chu Yan was very courageous and contradicted him. In this case, why not commit suicide?

That would make his life worse than death.

"You're looking for death!" Yan Feng teased with his eyes, and with a wave of his wrist, the fire dragon in the void flew around in a circle, then turned around and turned into a sky-covering flame, as if to destroy everything, crushing Chu Yan mercilessly.

When everyone saw this scene, they sighed: "This man has come to an end."

Although Chu Yan's previous moves were extremely fast and very exciting, after all, his level was a little lower and he was born at the wrong time. If he had come to participate in this Immortal Master selection two years later, I am afraid that no one could beat that speed alone. Enemy, it's enough to be in an invincible position.

"It's a pity." Kuang Dao stood in the distance and shook his head, but didn't say anything. This is the battlefield for selecting generals, and only one person can survive. Since Chu Yan came up, he should be mentally prepared to see if he could survive. As we go on, it’s all unknown.

Under the pressure of the flames, Chu Yan stood there quietly, wearing a black robe, the young man's face, and his eyes were somewhat innocent.

He shook his head, it seemed that it would be difficult not to take action, so he was ready to take a step forward.

"Buzz!" But at this moment, a very gentle force suddenly rose into the air behind him, and then the ground under his feet turned into a lush green color, and vines soared up, and finally bloomed in the air. Brilliant bright red flowers bloomed, blocking the fire dragon from outside.

Seeing this sudden scene, everyone was slightly startled. Yan Feng's eyes turned cold and he looked at Ying Yuhua coldly: "Rose with thorns, Ying Yuhua?"

"I didn't expect Yan Feng, who kills people without batting an eye, to know about me. I'm so honored." Ying Yuhua's smart autumn eyes blinked.

"You want to help him? Do you think you are my opponent?" Yan Feng's tone became extremely cold. So far, no one has dared to save the people he wants to kill.

"Yan Feng has a great reputation, is invincible in his field, and has the power of a superior saint. Naturally, this little girl is not as good as him." Ying Yuhua still smiled sweetly: "But this is the chosen general of the Immortal Lord, and I am also a sixth-level saint. "

"What do you mean?"

"If I risk my own life and fight with you desperately, you won't be able to escape unscathed, right?" Ying Yuhua said calmly: "If you are injured by then, you, Yan Feng, may not be able to survive at this general selection stage. Can't go on."

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Feng's eyes became extremely cold, and Ying Yuhua smiled slightly: "Yes, I'm just threatening you. Anyway, I don't want to go on alive."

Although Yan Feng is strong, a good tiger is not as good as a pack of wolves. Once he shows the slightest disadvantage, he will immediately be attacked by the pack. At this time, the reason why everyone does not take action easily is because they are worried about this and plot against each other.

"You're fine." Yan Feng squinted his eyes, but didn't make any move in the end. With a squeeze of his palm, the sky-high flames dissipated. Then he glanced at Chu Yan again and snorted coldly: "You're going to keep hiding here." Behind the woman?"

"Idiot." Chu Yan glanced at Yan Feng and said sarcastically.

"Let you live first, but you will die sooner or later on this stage, and Ying Yuhua can't save you." Yan Feng's eyes became colder, he turned around and walked in the other direction. There was a Saint Five When a person of this rank saw Yan Feng approaching, his face suddenly darkened.

"Little brother, sister saved your life, how can you thank me?" After Yan Feng left, Ying Yuhua looked at Chu Yan with a smile.

"He is the one you saved, let him thank you." Chu Yan's eyes were still calm, he said indifferently, and turned around.

Ying Yuhua's charming face couldn't help but be startled. She looked at the back and murmured softly: "I'm so proud."

The selection stage continued, and people kept being killed and eliminated. Because Chu Yan had Ying Yuhua, no one took the initiative to challenge him for a while.

But this situation did not last long. When there was no Saint Level 5 on the battlefield, Chu Yan's presence became particularly dazzling.

Today, there are forty people left on the general selection stage. Except for Chu Yan, they are all saints of level six or above. Among them, Jian Chen and Kuang Dao are even superior saints who have reached level seven.

The battle fell into a short stalemate again.

Jian Chen and Crazy Sword, because of their realms, no one took the initiative to challenge them.

"Are you still going to hide behind a woman?" At this moment, a cold gaze came over, like a sharp sword, piercing Chu Yan's body.

He is a defected swordsman from a peerless sword sect in the southern part of the Immortal Domain, a sixth-level saint.

"He is indeed an eyesore here." From a distance, another crazy cultivator with a lion's face said coldly and proudly.

"Yingyuhua!" At this moment, a rather sharp voice sounded, and in the distance, a young man stood proudly, standing there, looking at Yingyuhua with greedy eyes: "I didn't expect that, I meet you here and meet your husband, why don’t you come over quickly?”

Ying Yuhua looked at this person and her delicate body trembled slightly: "Who do you think you are!"

"Haha, you don't know each other so soon?" The young man was also angry, and said with a calm smile: "Back then, your parents were seriously injured, their cultivation was ruined, and they fled to this desolate fairyland. If my tribe hadn't taken them in, how could they have done it? Will there be a chance to give birth to you? You are a slave girl that I raised, but you didn’t expect that you would dare to escape here? Do you think you can escape from my grasp?”

Hearing this, Ying Yuhua's autumn eyes flashed with intense coldness, but after a moment, she calmed down: "This is the chosen general of the Immortal Lord."

"Yes, so I will kill you here. When I win this general election, I will beg the Immortal Lord again to give me your body and train your body into a lewd puppet. Haha, let's You serve me all day long." The young man smiled extremely evilly.

As he spoke, the young man walked towards Ying Yuhua, each step heavy. Seeing him approaching step by step, Ying Yuhua seemed to remember some very painful memories, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"It's Gui Yu from the Gui Kui tribe!" Someone next to him looked up, saw the young man, recognized him, and couldn't help but be surprised: "So Ying Yuhua is the heir of the deposed Immortal Emperor back then?"

"This is interesting." Someone laughed. The peerless sword sect disciples and lion-faced martial arts cultivators who had spoken before stopped, crossed their arms, and watched the excitement.

After a moment, Gui Yu approached Ying Yuhua's delicate body. Ying Yuhua's delicate body trembled. She seemed to want to get away, but for some reason, she couldn't move a step. There was a slight movement on the tip of Gui Yu's finger. The silver light is like a puppet string, and Yingyuhua is like a puppet incarnate at this time.

Chu Yan stood quietly at the side and naturally discovered all this.

"Get out of here!" Gui Yu stepped forward, looked at Chu Yan, and yelled.

"Little brother, let's go! My sister can't help you this time." Ying Yuhua was controlled and her voice was stiff, but tears actually bloomed in her autumn eyes. Is it finally over?

Is this her life?

She had an impeccable heart and should have used her hands to change the world, but she was born in this sinful world. But then she raised her head without any complaints, but was still full of bright smiles. Open your arms and seem willing to embrace the whole world.

As for being a slut after death, I don’t care anymore.

Seeing this scene and the girl's tears, Chu Yan stretched out his hand to rub his forehead and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile: "Oh, I still can't stand it."

"Huh?" Gui Yu frowned at the side, then looked at Chu Yan with a cold light: "You haven't left yet?"

However, in response to the opponent's threat, Chu Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense. He raised his head, and there was a flash of brilliance flowing in his eyes. Then the space around him was distorted, turning into an endless storm, ruthlessly descending from the nine heavens, crushing down, The blades of time and space seemed to be endless, suspended behind him.

"Do you want to die?"