Zhan Yue - Chapter 1431

[The first thousand four hundred and thirty-one chapters are half-completed]

“Fan Yi!”

I snorted lowly, accompanied by my anger, an abyss mace manifested behind me, extremely majestic.

“Abyss?”

Fan Yi was taken aback for a moment, he sat firmly on the throne, shook his folding fan, and said with a smile, “That’s not surprising, it’s no wonder that you can step into the quasi-divine realm so quickly in Qiyue Liuhuo, but…you can refine the abyss mace, It really proves that you are…you can’t stay!”

I frowned and stood still, not moving. In fact, the half-step air lifter in my body was already surging like a tidal wave.

“You say you.”

Fan Yi leaned leaning on the throne, his eyes squinted, with a sneer: “The dignified Emperor Liuhuo, the junior brother of Jing Yunyue, the world leader, Xuanyuan Ying’s death, all your layouts emerge one by one, it can be said that you have achieved success, but It’s such a person who rules the world, but he can’t even keep his best friend, and he goes to Yunxi Province to die without hearing the news. Could it be that your shrewdness in July is not aware of it at all?”

He sneered: “Maybe I have noticed a little bit, but I just wishful thinking to let the wind not smell to die. After all, what is a Bai Yiqing compared to the whole human race? On the chessboard, Bai Yiqing is only one of you after all. It’s just a chess piece, and your so-called anger, so-called unwillingness, is just covering up your inner guilt, isn’t it?”

I looked up at Fan Yi’s throne and gritted my teeth: “Fuck you!”

“Tsk tsk, swearing at someone, isn’t it?”

He shook the folding fan and said with a smile: “The Great Emperor Liuhuo is half a scholar, and he is not a martial artist. It’s wrong to scold people. The truth of our scholars should be spoken with our mouths. The reason why you are so anxious in July Liuhuo is because Just because I was right, half of the death of the wind is not yours, as for the sincere death, hum… such a small character in the Dragon Domain, will you take Qiyueliuhuo to heart?”

I stood there, my heart agitated.

…

“Shh~~~”

Beside him, the golden brilliance rolled and turned into two figures in a blink of an eye, one was the Xiyue Mountain Lord in white clothes, and beside him was the Xiyue sword-wielding female official who was holding a white jade sword.

“Fan Yi.”

Feng Buwen looked up at the air and said with a smile: “Disgusting people do have a hand, and they are really good at grasping people’s hearts, but you don’t have to instigate between me and King Xiaoyao, I Feng Buwen is not that stupid. , King Xiaoyao is not stupid, if you want to plant a demon in King Xiaoyao’s heart, don’t waste your time.”

He turned to look at me and said with a smile, “What does Feng Buwen have to do with Qiyue Fire?”

I glanced at the double-beaded sword leaning slantingly beside the throne. The head of Feng Buwen and sincerity was cast in the blade, and I couldn’t help but feel dull, and said, “I’m sorry, Feng Xiang.”

“Why bother?”

Feng Buwen looked at me with a smile: “His Royal Highness is now the lord of a country, the Great Emperor of Liuhuo who was enshrined in that day and earth, if you live with guilt on your back, it would be too tiring. Now I, Feng Buwen, as the monarch of Xiyue Mountain, have beautiful women. On the side, I have been satisfied for a long time, Your Highness might as well take a look at the throne Fan Yi, who is very good at disgusting people, what else does he have?”

Feng Buwen looked at Fan Yi and said with a smile: “The villain is discordant, deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, so what if he has half of the world’s literary fortune, he is just a dog by Lin Hai’s side, he is alone and has friends by his side, but Is there a beautiful woman? As a scholar, even the spine has been trampled off. It’s not a dog. Oh, half of the literary movement is a dog that can read and write articles, and it’s still a dog.”

My scalp is numb, and we, the white-clothed gentlemen, are also capable of disgusting people!

It’s really terrible for readers to scold people.

…

On the throne, Fan Yi still had a smile on his face, but his face had changed, and his smile had stiffened. The unheard of words hit the nail on the head. Fan Yi was a scholar with a deep obsession in his heart, so he finally left. At the stage of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, Fan Yi is still alone, not a dead body with a dead body. No one knows how far his obsession can make him go. The word did not fall on Fan Yi’s heart.

“I don’t hear the wind, it seems that you, Xiyue Shanjun, have done too well, take the sword!”

Fan Yi stood up suddenly, put away the folding fan, and picked up the double-beaded sword in one hand. He was in a hurry. Originally, he just came over to disgust people, and by the way, he planted a demon in my quasi-god realm, but he didn’t expect to be resolved by Feng Buwen in a few words. Instead, it aroused the inner demon in his heart. No matter how high he stood, what was the significance of being alone? Therefore, Fan Yi, who didn’t plan to ask Jian, was in a hurry, and he was about to start asking Jian.

“Shh!”

A sword light came from the north. After the sword light, the dense golden text was dragged, and Fan Yi’s first sword had used at least 70% of his strength. The fourth-ranked throne was a sword with 70% of its strength. , you can imagine how strong it is.

But the wind has not been heard, and it has long been different from what it used to be. He raised his hand and held the white jade sword from Zhenxin, and cut through the sky with a sword. In addition to the strong mountain atmosphere in the sword light, there were even strands of cyan text. , With the loud roaring sound, the two sword lights collided in the air, each other’s sword energy strangled, forming a huge ball of chaotic sword air light in the air.

I stood there, looking at the sky, my good fellow, apart from Senior Sister Yun, Fan Yi should be the closest person to the Ascension Realm in the world, and with the blessing of the throne’s luck, in fact, the strength of Fan Yi’s sword is already worthy of Compared with ordinary Ascension Realm swords, Feng Buwen is sitting on the mountain atmosphere of Xiyue. In addition, he is now the first of the four mountains, and the luck of the rest of the three mountains is at your fingertips, so Feng Buwen is on Mount Li in Beiyue, but he can still With about 80% of the peak strength, 80% of the power of the Four Mountains is the same as the Ascension Realm, even better than Fan Yi.

The questioning swords of the two scholars did not reach a dark and dark situation. When Feng Buwen handed out the third sword, Fan Yi had a very difficult time receiving it. He changed from sword asking person to sword receiving person. It was continuously cracked by the unheard of sword light, and, under the continuous sword strikes of the unheard of the wind, strands of cyan text rose up in the pioneer forest sea, turning into giant mountains, unconsciously. To actually “protect” Fan Yi’s throne in it, it was like a cage.

“No wind, you want to kill me?!”

Fan Yi shouted angrily, and the throne was full of luck.

“how?”

Feng Buwen, with a majestic mountain atmosphere, stood between heaven and earth like a mainstay, and said with a smile: “You Fan Yi can kill Feng Bu Wen, can’t you kill you Fan Yi if you don’t hear the wind? Could it be that you are the only one in the world, Fan Yi, who is destiny. Go back, the rest are just passersby?”

In an instant, more than ten swords were handed out in a row, and there was a rumbling sound between heaven and earth.

The Pioneering Forest Sea is too close to the Four Mountains, and the Four Mountains are a small world that is unknown to the wind. Countless sword gangs were set off between the heavens and the earth for a while, and a cage was formed to imprison Fan Yi, the throne of the north.

Fan Yi slammed left and right, and the throne began to crack, but he could not escape.

…

“The wind doesn’t smell, so brave!”

In the air, a large gray hand suddenly descended from the sky, with a dignified appearance. At the moment of falling, all five fingers turned into a powerful sword intent, and “Pong Peng Peng” completely crushed the azure scroll of mountains that had been condensed by the wind, almost instantly. He was able to clear the siege for Fan Yi, but Feng Buwen pressed his backhand, and strands of golden text in the air, wrapped in a mountain atmosphere, landed on the back of this big gray hand, making it impossible to pull away in a short time.

“laugh!”

A ray of sword light came from the west, smashing the entire gray hand, and at the same time, Fan Yi turned into a stream of light, wrapped in the scattered throne of Qi and headed north, which could no longer be stopped.

Senior Sister Yun and Feng Buwen teamed up, but they still couldn’t keep Fan Yi. After all, the person who came to rescue was Lin Hai, and that kind of arrogant aura was so familiar that Lin Hai was the only one in the whole world.

…

“Thank you, Sister!”

I bow to the west.

Senior Sister Yun’s voice floated: “It’s just a matter of raising your hands.”

Feng Buwen bowed his hands in the direction of Longyu, then turned to look at me, and said with a smile: “Feng Buwen’s death really has nothing to do with His Highness, there is no need to have any inner demons, as for this Fan Yi, this time I want to give His Highness Kind of a demon, but I don’t want to steal chickens without losing rice. Instead, I almost got trapped in Beiyue. Humph, even the sword of Ascension Realm Swordsman Fertuna I can pick up the four mountains of Xuanyuan Empire, not to mention he is a quasi-god Realm Throne?”

I looked at the north: “This time, Fan Yi should eat a pot when he goes back, right?”

“It must be so.”

Feng Buwen chuckled: “Just now, when Lin Hai rescued Fan Yi, he was close to manifesting his true identity, but that true identity was wiped out by Lord Yunyue’s sword. If nothing else, Lin Hai’s strength was at least cut off. Half-percent, this half-percent…enough to keep Fan Yi in confinement for a while.”

I laughed: “Deserving it, let him talk shit.”

Feng Buwen chuckled: “There is no need to be too obsessive about the double-beaded sword. The girl and I have now been cast into golden bodies and have become legendary gods. The mortal body has long since fallen off, so the double-beaded sword is just a pair of swords. Double-bead sword, Your Highness does not ask for it.”

“understood.”

I nodded: “If there is a chance, I will destroy the double-beaded sword. If there is no chance, I will forcefully create this opportunity, please don’t worry about Feng Xiang.”

He gently cupped his hands: “Since that’s the case, if you don’t hear the wind, don’t worry about it anymore and leave.”

“Sorry for delivery.”

…

I turned my back on a stone and looked at Guan Yang, who was carrying a sword, and said with a smile, “Master Zhenyang, do you feel old? ?”

The old man laughed, stroked his beard and said, “It’s always been like this. With the wind around, my old bones can relax a lot.”

I nodded.

At this moment, with the sound of flapping his wings, a Royal Flying Eagle Knight descended from the sky, clasped his fists and said, “Your Majesty, there is a conflict at the ancestral temple, and Lin Xiang asked me to invite Your Majesty back!”

“Ancestral Temple?”

I frowned, and I don’t know what I’m doing, the emperor’s daily task? It stands to reason that it shouldn’t be a harem competition. It’s really heartbreaking to be an emperor, and it’s full of troubles.

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