The Human Emperor

The first thousand three hundred and eighty chapter

"This, how is this possible! How could this be the case!"

Xuan Yin's ancestors opened their mouths and their faces were unbelievable.

This result is definitely not what he wants!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could I lose to him!"

At this moment, the most wrong thing is the Qingyang son.

The moment before, his face was confident, calm, and radiant, and even showed a smile, as if he had seen his final victory.

But the next moment, I lost. The contrast between the front and back is so great that in the eyes of Qingyang’s son, all the moments are lost, and even the lips can’t help but tremble.

He is the son of Qingyang, and the son of Qingyang is him!

In the latitude and longitude martial arts, no one can compare him. This is the confidence of Qingyang Gongzi, and he is also the reason why he dared to take the initiative to find Xuan Yin's ancestors and Wang Chongyi. Qingyang Gongzi never doubted himself, nor did he think about whether he could win, because he could not lose!

But in front of this ending, he slapped him a slap.

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

Qingyang Gongzi lowered his head and muttered to himself. The whole person lost his soul and was completely immersed in this huge blow.

From small to large, although it is impossible to cultivate martial arts because of the innate causes of the body, or more accurately, there is not much success in martial arts. But in terms of vision, insight and understanding, Qingyang Gongzi never thought that he would lose to anyone.

He trained the martial arts around him with a true martial art, and he was completely inferior to the strength of any empire general. This is his confidence and his pride.

However, now he is defeated in the place where he is best at. That moment, even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Xuanyin ancestors, the last result you saw, I believe that in the end, you have nothing to say!"

Just at this time, a cold voice sounded. Zheng Yuanyi, the lord of the Zhengmeng League, sneaked a sigh and suddenly came forward.

His eyes swept away and immediately locked the Qingyang son in the distance.

"Bastard!"

For a moment, the face of Xuan Yin's ancestors became ugly.

"The son, go!"

At this time, the guard behind Qingyang’s son who had not spoken much, grabbed the shoulders of Qingyang’s son and immediately rushed out.

"Hey! Are you going!"

Just listening to a cold, Song Yuanyi looked like electricity, cold and incomparably, steeply looking at the Qingyang son in midair and the guards beside him. As the famous sectarian giant in the whole world, the ranking is at least the top five masters. It is impossible for Qingyang Gongzi and the **** around him to escape from his side.

Hey!

When the air shook, it made a steel-like roar, and Song Yuanyi immediately came out.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, the crowd burst into excitement, and many people showed a nervous look on their faces.

Everything has a price. At that moment, everyone seems to have seen the "fake Qingyang Gongzi" being killed by Song Yuanyi, the leader of the Zhengmeng League.

Although Qingyang Gongzi is famous in the martial arts, the **** around him is a top-notch master, but in the face of the Zhengmeng League leader Song Yuanyi, there is still a series.

Seeing that Qingyang Gongzi and the guard next to him are going to be killed by Song Yuanyi, the master of the righteous alliance, but the next moment, what happened to everyone unexpectedly happened. ——

boom!

The flash of light flashed, a majestic Changchun suffocating like steel, lightning-like out of the air, but the target of this finger is not the Qingyang son in midair and the guards around him, but standing motionless in front. - Wang Chong!

"father!"

"Lord!"

Seeing this scene, Song Youran and other disciples of the Zhengqi League first exclaimed, and the mistakes of one face were completely shocked.

According to the previous agreement, Qingyang Gongzi (Wang Chong) defeated the young man opposite, and has proved his identity. Song Yuanyi is going to kill the opposite side to escape the "fake Qingyang Gongzi". How is it true? The Qingyang son started.

Is this not the end of the game?

Needless to say, Qingyang Gongzi also helped them.

However, at this time, it is an indisputable fact that the tyrannical allies are against Wang Chong, and Wang Chong is about to be seriously injured by Song Yuanyi. Boom, the explosion of gas, the smoke and the smoke, the flash of light and light, the light flashed, Wang Chong quickly flashed a few feet away, avoiding the powerful blow of Song Yuanyi.

"Song Mengzhu, what are you doing here!"

Wang Chongyi fluttered and looked at Song Yuanyi, who was slowly falling in the air. His eyes were full of "shock."

"At this time, do you still have to install it in front of me?"

Song Yuanyi smacked his sleeves and carried his hands, watching Wang Chong indifferent:

"If you are really a young man, you can't hide it just after the blow."

The sound of the Song and Yuan Dynasties just fell, the crowd suddenly lost. Song Youran and Song Yi’s two younger brothers’ faces were pale and there was no trace of blood. All the disciples of Zhengqi were also looking forward to Wang Chong.

Qingyang Gongzi will not martial arts. This is a well-known thing in the world. If Wang Chong is really a Qingyang son, then when Song Yuanyi is just shot, he will never be able to escape.

For a moment, the entire area, thousands of eyes staring at it, silent, everyone was shocked.

In this short moment, there have been too many accidents, and many people have not responded at all.

First, the "Qingyang Gongzi" on the side of Wuzu League was unexpectedly defeated. Then Song Zhengyi, the master of the Zhengzhou League, did not chase the fake Qingyang son, but went after the "true Qingyang son" and then changed. It’s true that it’s really a fake..., for those who can’t turn around, they’re going to get rid of it.

The atmosphere is a mystery, and the whole area, everyone has big eyes and small eyes, and one atmosphere does not dare to come out.

Everyone understands that something must have happened to them, and even the guard who led the Qingyang son to escape in the distance has stopped and is full of mistakes.

"The son, what is going on?"

In the crowd, the guard pressed down the voice and looked puzzled. He deliberately opened a distance between the five ancestors and the Zhengqi League, so that even in the event of an accident, they can escape in time.

However, from the scene in front, whether it is Song Yuanyi or Xuanyin ancestor, it is obvious that there is no time to pay attention to them.

"Ha ha ha, Song Yuanyi, the old man yelled at you, this time you finally have a clear time, know who is true and who is fake!"

Just then, a burst of laughter broke the silence. The crowd separated, Xuan Yin ancestors slowly moved forward two steps, eyes turned, and soon fell on Wang Chong:

"Kid, who are you in the end! The contest can overwhelm the Qingyang son, and dare to lie to me and the head of the Song League, it is really daring! In the sectarian world, there can never be your character, let's say, you What is the origin?"

Xuan Yin's ancestors looked like electricity. When talking, a huge spiritual force was as heavy as a mountain, and it was locked in Wang Chong. The current situation, as long as Wang Chong slightly changed, greeted him immediately is a thunder blow.

At about the same time, Xie Guangting, the deputy leader of the Zhengqi League, and the ancestors who had been standing on the flagpole did not see it at the same time. The four sectarians were famous for their Taishan Beidou, and their eyes were all concentrated. Unknown young people.

An unknown young man actually offended the sinisters of both the righteous and the evil, and this kind of thing has never happened in the sectarian world.

"Who is this kid?"

The surrounding needles were audible, and all the idle warriors on the scene were black and pressed, but no one spoke. This is a true and false Qingyang son, the people originally had a kind of watching the lively mentality, but at this time, no one has laughed.

Dare to play the two giants in the sectarian world between the palms of the sect, while also defeating the "jingwei Wanwu" in the positive challenge, the famous Qingyang son... This man is young, but his daring It is enough to make the most arrogant sect of the sectarian world feel ashamed and shocked.

"Hey, kid, this is dead! I see who can save you!"

In the crowd, the most happy time at this time is the safety.

Song Yuanyi did not go after the "fake Qingyang son", but came to deal with Wang Chong, even he was stunned. But after the initial embarrassment, it was ecstasy. He always thought that Song Yuanyi was blindfolded by Wang Chong. But from now on, Song Yuanyi probably knew that he was not.

This old fox!

"Father, impossible! There must be something wrong, you are absolutely wrong!"

At this time, a woman’s voice came, and Song Yuran suddenly ran out of the crowd and hugged his father. Her face was pale, and there was some hope in her eyes.

In any case, she did not believe that the person who saved himself from Wei Changting and helped the elders of Ouyang and the entire Zhengzhou League would be a fake "Qingyang son."

"...and, even if he is fake, he has not done anything wrong with us. Why did the father want to start with him!"

Song leisurely looked up and hugged his father's hand, seemingly afraid that Song Yuanyi would continue to start with Wang Chong.

"Sister! It’s time for this, are you going to help him?"

The counts were all seen, and suddenly they screamed.

Wang Chong did not care about accounting for the capital, but his heart could not help but sigh. When you get to this step, you don't have to worry about it, and there is no such necessity. She is a good girl. Even at this time, she saw that she had flashed his father’s attack and believed that she was a true “green son”.

In this area, I am afraid that she still believes in herself.

"Song girl, you don't have to talk to me anymore! I am not really a Qingyang son!"

Wang Chonghong channel.

Everything has an end, this trip to the sect is now over.

When I heard Wang Chong’s words, Song’s body swayed, his lips pressed, and the last trace of blood on his face faded.