He Has a Dragon

Because in Bai Yujing, Wang Le, who changed his appearance and appeared as the emperor, did not change his voice.

Now when Wang Le opened his mouth, he was immediately recognized by Liuzhi. After all, the Imperial Throne had left such a deep impression on him.

Just when Mr. Liuzhi looked stunned and forgot to respond, Wang Le raised his eyebrows and continued impatiently: "Time waits for no one, please give me the right words quickly. If you can't speak, then use Nod and shake your head to indicate whether you are willing or unwilling!”

Mr. Six Fingers was instantly awakened by Wang Le's impatient voice, and then nodded hurriedly without hesitation.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live. Since there is hope of life, of course you must seize it immediately, otherwise, even the gods will not be able to save him!

As for whether the emperor who had lost his original appearance before him could defeat Wu Zhen, who had reached the realm of martial arts, Mr. Six Fingers was still very confident.

Although he has been trying to avoid being pursued by Qing Gong and other top forces during this period, Mr. Six Fingers still knows something about the relevant developments in the martial arts world.

For example, four or five months ago, Emperor Zuo suddenly appeared in Wushuang City. First, he violently killed the Tianxiawalkers of Jinglei Pavilion, and then, at an altitude of 10,000 meters in Wushuang City, he crossed the steps to kill the early-stage Heaven-level experts of Jinglei Pavilion.

At this moment, Mr. Liuzhi, who had survived from a desperate situation, looked at Wu Zhen with deep joy in his eyes. He was sure that even if the other party had heard of the reputation of the younger generation of Bai Yujing being swept away by the Imperial Throne, and later killing the Heaven-level powerhouses of Thunder Pavilion across the ranks in Wushuang City, he would never recognize the thin-looking young man in front of him. It's this guy from the Emperor's throne.

Then of course there will be something good to watch next.

At this moment, Wu Zhen, who was too lazy to look at Liu Zhen again, of course didn't know how weird the other person's eyes were looking at him.

Wu Zhen's expressionless and indifferent face finally showed a trace of interest. He looked at Wang Lepi and said with a smile: "Where did this young boy come from? He doesn't even know how much he weighs. You dare to talk nonsense and want to kill me, you are really ignorant and fearless, and you don’t know how high the sky is!”

Wang Le rolled his eyes, looked at Wu Zhen with a half-smile, and replied unhurriedly: "It's too late to ask where I am from now."

Wu Zhen's face suddenly darkened, and murderous intent was evident in his eyes. He was obviously angered by Wang Le's disrespect.

Then Wang Le sneered again, and continued with a look of disdain on his face: "Aren't you just an old guy who has achieved the heavenly realm of martial arts? What's so great about it? I have killed those reclusive Taoists. It’s not just once or twice that the Heaven-level old monster has done it, and you, the elder of the Qing Palace, are no less worthy.”

The moment he finished speaking, the expressions of Wu Zhenhe's six subordinates changed. When they looked at Wang Le, the original contempt and condescension suddenly disappeared, replaced by full of surprise and suspicion, and even Deeply afraid!

Wu Zhen no longer had the arrogant attitude before, he stared at Wang Le with a serious and dignified face, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The corner of Wang Le's mouth curled up slightly, and he asked with a hint of sarcasm: "Didn't you just keep saying that you could pin me to the ground with just one finger? Do you still want to try it now? Xiao I’m happy to accompany you!”

"Hmph!" Wu Zhen, with a gloomy face, suddenly sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost.

You dare to speak so brazenly at such a young age. Since you won’t tell me, I’ll show you your skills. Why can you kill a powerful person of my generation’s level? "

Wang Le smiled and ignored Wu Zhen, but looked at Mr. Liuzhi and reminded him meaningfully: "Remember your promise and don't default on your debt afterwards, otherwise, I will make you regret coming to this world! "

Mr. Liuzhi nodded with a wry smile. For him who was desperate, nothing was more important than living now. As for the half of the diagram of the tomb structure of the First Emperor Yingzheng, it was better to get rid of it as soon as possible. He didn't want to live in it even if he died. Such precarious and difficult days.

Just when Liuzhi nodded in agreement, Wang Le, who had been talking just now, suddenly disappeared.

Before everyone in the box could react, the warrior who had held Mr. Six Fingers down to prevent him from committing suicide suddenly separated from his body. Blood spurted out, and the flying head on his neck had already hit a companion next to him.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the moment the bloody head hit the companion, the special military thorn that the invisible Wang Le held tightly in his hand slashed across the opponent's neck and throat with both cruelty and precision.

At the same time, Wang Le spit out the flying sword that was stored in his dantian. It left the control range of Longyin's supernatural power and burst out with a dazzling purple-gold light. With lightning speed, it swept through the other four surrounding areas one by one. A strong martial artist.

Then they saw these four martial arts masters, whether they were Xuan-level warriors or those who had achieved the Earth-level martial arts realm, none of them could successfully dodge the flying purple-gold flying swords.

For a moment, heads flew up one after another, and pillars of blood rose into the sky, dyeing the entire box scarlet red.

This was Wang Le's first time using his natal magic weapon, the Flying Sword, and using the sword inheritance he had learned from Nanhua Temple. He tried his hand-holding sword technique for the first time and killed all six of Wu Zhen's subordinates in the blink of an eye. .

The whole process seemed slow but was actually fast. When the frightened and angry Wu Zhen reacted and quickly released his powerful heaven-level consciousness in an attempt to find Wang Le's true body, he saw that the other party took the initiative to withdraw the power of the Dragon's Hidden Eyes of Breaking the Illusion, and then recalled the suspension. The flying sword, his natal magic weapon, was in mid-air, and then it stabbed the vital part of Wu Zhen's belly without hesitation!

At this moment, Wu Zhen, who was bare-handed, let out a long roar in shock and anger, and then turned into a white shadow and left the place. He narrowly avoided the sword thrust, broke through the roof of the box and disappeared. .

Immediately, Wang Le laughed loudly, and without hesitation he kicked his feet on the ground. He followed Wu Zhen like an arrow from a string, and shot out from the hole in the roof that the opponent had broken through. Chased him.

Ji Yinzi, who was still in the box at this time, stared at all this with his mouth open. Smelling the strong smell of blood that filled the box, he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "This kid's cultivation is stronger than before. Oh, what a monster!"

In fact, what shocked Ji Yinzi even more and was unimaginable was that in such a short period of time, Wang Le had already mastered Nanhua Temple's most powerful and most difficult sword inheritance, and demonstrated its powerful power.

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