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Chapter 11 What Matters About Slaughtering the World? Slash Emperor!


The Night Dye Ink Monster laughed and said, "Brother Chu, don't waste your efforts; Do you think that a small king-level can escape the pursuit of an emperor-level master, but Brother Chu, I haven't seen you so panicked for many years, and that kid is a very important person for you?"

Chu Feiling shouted angrily: "Let your mother's fart" But there is also some emotion in my heart: how many years, how many years, how many years have I not had such an angry outburst, I remember the last time I was so angry, or the time my son disappeared, I couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in my heart.

If he dies here today, even if his son finally finds it, he won't be able to see it.

"Hahaha Brother Chu, I heard that your son was lost, could it be this little guy Hahaha said that he looks very similar to you, brothers, I didn't expect that we would actually cut off the boss of the Chu family today" Ye Dye Mo laughed wildly.

"Hahaha," the other seven laughed at the same time.

"Nonsense, that little brother has nothing to do with me" Chu Feiling was furious: "Night dyeing ink, don't wronged the innocent" "It doesn't matter" Ye Dye Mopi said with a smile: "Since you are innocent, since you are not your son, what are you doing in such a hurry" Chu Feiling snorted angrily, and suddenly the sword light flickered, Aomori Sen's sword slashed out continuously, and the night dyed ink raised the knife to parry, and the two knives intersected, and there was a bang, and sparks splashed everywhere Ye Dye Mo suddenly shook his body, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He could feel that Chu Feiling's cultivation was much stronger than his own Before he came back to his senses, he fell with another knife.

Ye Dye Mo stopped with another horizontal knife and took a step back, but after the third knife had already come again, Chu Feiling's face was illuminated by the sword light, and the murderous aura was all over the place At this moment, Chu Feiling hated the night dyeing ink to the extreme, no matter what, he had to behead this wingman under the knife Ye Dye Mo was stabbed nine times in a row, his face was already pale, and he shouted: "Let's go together" Without him saying it, the other seven people were not idle, and they launched an attack one after another, and at this moment, a long howl sounded in the distance It was Chu Yang's voice.

"Waha, we've caught up," night dyed ink with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said with a hideous smile.

Chu Feiling was so anxious that he suddenly slashed out thousands of knives in an instant, and the knife light immediately gathered into a light curtain, and with a strange sound of "woo", even the person with the knife turned into an indestructible pillar of bright light, desperately rushing out of the encirclement, and in the successive collisions, a man in black screamed, his body spun and flew out, and every time the burly body turned in the air, a circle of blood was spilled.

And Chu Feiling also paid the price, with a muffled snort, he had already been slashed in the back, and blood burst out Chu Feiling didn't seem to feel it, the human knife was one, he broke off his drink, and rushed frantically towards the place where a long roar came out in the distance "Chasing" Ye Dye Mo yelled fiercely: "I'd rather break the jade, but also leave this surnamed Chu here forever If you let him go back, sooner or later it will be a big trouble for my Ye family."

He said this with a feeling; Chu Feiling was more than twenty years younger than himself, and he had always thought that he was not comparable to him at most; The news from the Chu family only said that Chu Feiling was the fifth rank of the Martial Emperor But today's war, I realized that the rumors are very different from the reality Chu Feiling's strength is obviously much stronger than himself, at least he is also the appearance of the seventh or eighth rank of the Sword Emperor.

Thinking that Chu Feiling had hidden his strength for so many years, this person's scheming and cultivation were extremely terrifying If such a person allows him to live and grow, and today he has formed a mortal enmity with him, what is it if he is not a confidant?

Thinking of this, Ye Dye Mo scolded a person frantically in his heart: Chu Feilong, Chu Feilong, you fucking this is not a pit father, is it the news you reported, the whereabouts you provided, and the information you provided, saying that your eldest brother only has the cultivation of the five grades of the Martial Emperor.

I rubbed your uncle's martial emperor five grades, Lao Tzu really believed it, even so, in order to be safe, he still dispatched eight three-grade sword emperors, and then Lao Tzu personally led the team, where did I think that your eldest brother was actually a terrifying eight- or nine-grade sword emperor You can be regarded as killing Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is still in the chest by your eldest brother of the Martial Emperor Wupin, and it hurts to death, mother, Lao Tzu's internal organs were shocked and hurt Fuck your uncle Now Ye Dye Mo just prayed in his heart: Lao Jiu, my dear Lao Jiu, you quickly pack up that little beast, let's kill Chu Feiling together, otherwise my brother and I will really sit on wax Chu Yang shouted Not long after, he noticed that the air behind him vibrated violently, and when he looked back, he saw a man in black coming at a rapid pace like the wind, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Mom" Chu Yang shouted, turned around and ran for his life, running around.

The black-clothed Lao Jiu looked at Chu Yang, who was panicking below, with a cruel smile like a cat catching a mouse on his face; The body accelerated, and swooped down.

In his mind, this time it was definitely handy However, just when he was only five zhang away from Chu Yang, Chu Yang, who was fleeing in embarrassment, turned around suddenly, looked at the black-clothed Lao Jiu who was chasing after him alone, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes, "The little beast still wants to escape" The black-clothed Lao Jiu laughed, shook his head, and was infinitely proud.

"You're going to kill me" Chu Yang stepped back in panic step by step, tripped over a stone under his feet, almost fell, jumped up in a hurry, and looked at the black-clothed Lao Jiu with a strong composure, but his eyes flashed with horror.

"What about killing you, you little brute, hurting Lao Tzu, don't kill the beauty you think" The black-clothed Lao Jiu fell down in a hurry, carrying his hands and a master's demeanor; In fact, it is a rapid pranayama to restore vitality.

The battle with Chu Feiling just now was really thrilling, and it was only a little bit before he was disemboweled.

To this day, the wound on the stomach is still bleeding.

Since the boss has given this opportunity to pranayama, how can he waste it Besides, this little guy is really vulnerable, I thought it would take a lot of trouble to catch up with him, but I didn't expect to catch up so quickly, it's just a rookie To deal with such a rookie, Lao Tzu can catch him with one finger, and it is really not appropriate to make a fuss.

"Don't kill me, okay" Chu Yang asked pitifully: "I can give that thing to you, as long as you don't kill me" "What is that thing, take it out quickly" The black-clothed Lao Jiu's heart moved, and he roared.

Chu Feiling gave him Lao Tzu's elixir to heal his injuries, and I wiped it, which is a good thing "That thing, that thing" Chu Yang touched the left side of his body, touched the right side, and looked anxious: "Where is it, where am I going?"

"You're kidding me" The black-clothed Lao Jiu stepped forward and shouted angrily.

"I" Chu Yang was even more anxious: "Where do I dare to play with you?"

"Then don't take it out yet," the black-clothed Lao Jiu snorted.

"Found it," Chu Yang cheered.

"There" "Here" Chu Yang stretched out his right hand with a flattering face, and seemed to be holding something in his palm, looking a little reluctant.

"Bring it" The black-clothed Lao Jiu reached out and grabbed it.

"Take your grandma," Chu Yang shouted The black-clothed Lao Jiu was suddenly stunned, and then he was about to jump, but he saw that Chu Yang's originally empty palm suddenly flashed, and a long sword suddenly appeared, and the angry dragon rushed towards the black-clothed Lao Jiu with a cold sword aura.

Where did the black-clothed Lao Jiu want to get a king-level little shrimp against him, a king-level third-grade master, who actually dared to make a move, and he was still stretching out his hand with anticipation and pride, and when he was caught off guard, the sword light was already coming The black-clothed Lao Jiu screamed angrily, his upper body leaned back violently, and his feet flew back at the same time; I felt a cold chest on my chest, and with a brush, my chest was scratched again.

This sword, because of the fast retreat, did not directly insert into the heart, but from the chest to the lower abdomen, the flesh rolled and cut a big hole At the deepest part of the wound, the pink belly had actually begun to bulge out this sword, which was much more serious than Chu Feiling's knife The black-clothed old Jiu's eyes were cracked, and he looked at Chu Yang in disbelief.

What kind of divine weapon is in the other party's hand, and he almost killed his throne with his king-level cultivation An uncontrollable rage ensued Shame, shameless Lao Tzu was plotted by a small king-level second-class, this has simply become the biggest joke in the entire Nine Heavens.

However, before he had time to get angry, he saw that the little guy on the other side did not stop, looking at him with cold eyes, and his body and sword turned into a wild dragon that overturned the river and the sea, and rushed over At the same time, a deep voice whispered: "What if you slaughter the world?"

The voice was not loud, but it wedged into the deepest part of the soul of the black-clothed old nine The black-clothed Lao Jiu only felt a crazy shock in his heart, slaughtering the world, why not slaughter the world, this is not this sword move, not the idea of legend, he was shocked and almost lost all the ability to react, this legendary existence, was actually touched by himself In that case, isn't this sword just but the sword light is already there, the black-clothed old nine stared at him in horror, holding his stomach with one hand, blocking the intestines that were about to bulge out of his body, waving his knife with one hand to parry, and at the same time desperately retreating and flying back However, Chu Yang's move "what does it matter if you slaughter the whole world" with his current strength, but it is enough to rush within fifty zhang and fifty zhang, which is enough to destroy and be indestructible Now that it has erupted within three zhang, his retreat cannot be avoided no matter what.

The long sword collided with the big sword, but the black-clothed Lao Jiu was now seriously injured, how could he block the Nine Tribulation Sword, which was the sharpest in the world When it sounded The big knife in the black-clothed Lao Jiu's hand was broken into two, and in the midst of the screams, the right hand holding the knife was devoured by Chu Yang's sword light, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, from the palm to the arm, under the fierce sword light, they were shattered one after another; First, the flesh flew out, turning into a white bone, and then the white bone shattered inch by inch To be continued: