Return of the Divine Emperor

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Chapter 0127 Yun Qingyan shot

Once the magic weapon, exercises and elixir of the star continent reach the prefecture level, they will enter another level.

If we must make an analogy, it can be understood as the gap between ordinary warriors and innate souls.

Ordinary martial arts are still mortals, but they are more powerful mortals. Innate beings have transcended the mortal paradigm, and their life alone has reached more than 500 years.

The gold and silver swords used by Chen Meier and Zhao Rulong were only magic weapons of the imperial rank when they were separated, but once merged, they could exert the power of the prefecture-level **** soldiers.

Zhao Rulong is a martial artist with 6th level and 2 unique talents in the Moon Realm, which defeats the eighth level Warrior at most.

However, Sututu is the fourth talent of the fifth level of the moon. In terms of combat effectiveness, even the warrior of the ninth level of the moon is not his opponent.

Under normal circumstances, as long as Su Tutu is willing, he can slap Zhao Rulong with one slap.

In the previous battle, Su Tutu also oppressed Zhao Rulong.

But now, Su Tutu has taken Zhao Rulong's sword.

"Snoring!"

Along with the blood splash, Zhao Rulong pulled the silver sword from Su Tutu's back.

Immediately, under the eyes of all, Zhao Rulong's silver long sword suddenly split into a golden long sword and returned to Chen Meier's hands.

"Sututu, with your vision, you can't imagine the power of the prefecture-level **** soldiers."

When Chen Meier spoke, the golden sword in her hand stabbed Sututu violently.

This time, everyone's eyes saw Zhao Rulong's silver long sword disappear.

Grunting, Sututu's lower abdomen, once again hit a sword, blood spewed like a fountain, and instantly stained the surrounding ground red.

"Tutu ..." Su Ye yelled nervously, Yuzhang snapped at Chen Meier, trying to rescue Su Tutu from her hand.

boom!

Chen Meier directly struck the golden long sword horizontally, and flew Su Ye out with the sword body.

Seeing Su Ye being photographed flying, Su Tutu screamed in anger, "Ah, ah, Chen Meier, I killed you—"

After a short distance of less than three meters, Sutu Turing turned into a palm and patted it with one palm.

However, this palm did not cause any damage, and was scattered by the golden sword in the hands of Chen Meier.

"Still the same, the powerful soldiers at the prefecture level will never be imagined!" Chen Meier looked at Su Tutu coldly.

When the voice fell, the golden sword in his hand split into a silver sword and returned to Zhao Rulong's hands.

"Swords of gold and silver, I ... I remember, this is the sabre of the Saint Clouds!"

"Strictly speaking, the gold and silver swords are just one sword, but they can be divided into two halves. After separation, the gold and silver swords will be lowered to the royal grade."

"However, as long as the distance between the two sword users does not exceed one kilometer, they can arbitrarily merge the sword in the other hand ..."

"When Zhao Rulong first stabbed Su Tutu's back, he merged the golden sword in Chen Meier's hand."

"When Chen Meier stabbed Su Tutu's abdomen just now, he also merged the silver sword in Zhao Rulong's hand."

Inside the crowd, someone finally recognized the origin of the gold and silver swords.

"Prefecture level soldiers? Oh, very good! But do you really think that you can escape today?" Su Tutu sneered in a low voice, his eyes were red for a long time.

Everyone has his inverse scale.

Although Su Tutu is dangling and even cynical, he is in a restricted area.

For Sututu, Su Ye is his restricted area, his inverse scale.

Although, for some reason, he was too indifferent to Su Ye, and even ... he escaped from that place just to avoid Su Ye.

But in any case, one thing can't be changed. Su Ye is his fiancee.

One day, sooner or later, he will become his Sututu woman.

"Chen Meier, Zhao Rulong, don't talk to Su Tutu anymore!"

"Maybe night long dreams, kill him now!"

Huang Qiling and referee Mo Feng came over.

The glances towards Sututu were all cold.

"It would be too cheap to kill him like that. What did he do to me just now? I'll give it back ten times now!" Zhao Rulong said coldly, then, holding the silver sword, step by step towards Sututu.

"I will pick off your tendons and hamstrings, and then slowly torture you to death!"

"As for Su Ye, I will raise her like a beast, and give it to me every day until I get tired of her, and then give her to others for fun ..."

When Zhao Rulong's words fell, he had already walked three meters away from Sututu.

The silver sword in his hand slowly lifted up, and then stabbed at Sututu at a slow speed.

But at this moment, Su Tutu exploded suddenly, and sent his shoulder to Zhao Rulong's sword, purring ... The silver sword penetrated into the shoulder.

Almost at the same time, a suspicious smile appeared on Su Tutu's face, "Go to the death ..."

Su Tutu directly used his head as a weapon and smashed into Zhao Rulong's forehead.

It's like two megaliths colliding.

It was like two big watermelons hitting a piece, and Zhao Rulong's head exploded instantly, his brain splashing in all directions.

Su Tutu's forehead, a crack appeared, like a cracked kettle, overflowing with blood.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha ..."

"Little Master Su Tutu, even in the case of serious injuries, killed you as a stupid!"

Sututu was dizzy, and the silver sword was still inserted in his left shoulder, but he gave out a mad, but cheerful laugh.

"Sututu, you look for death!"

"Dash, you dare to kill Zhao Rulong!"

Chen Meier, the referee Mo Feng, and Huang Qiling all became instantly dazzling.

Immediately, all three hit the fiercest kill and blasted to the tumbling Sututu.

"Brother Yun, pick ... Next, I'll leave it to you, I ... I want them all to die!"

As soon as Su Tutu's incomparable voice fell, Platform 8 slammed an rushing weather, whispering ... This momentum, like a hurricane on a solitary sea, blew the entire squatter instantly.

Yun Qingyan, wearing a red robe and carrying a broken sword, strode down from Platform 8.

At this moment, there was no expression on his face, only his two eyes were completely closed into a line.

With each step he took, the hurricane flooding around the ring was fierce.

In the end, the whole quake was shaking like an earthquake.

The three Chen Meier stopped the attack long ago, all turned around, and looked at Yun Qingyan walking towards them step by step in shock.

"How ... how could it be, his momentum would be so horrible!"