Emperor of Death

Chapter 1264

Hua Keyi found that Lin Yan'er was talking and laughing happily in front of her, with a detached temperament, while she was obviously a head shorter, like a village girl.

"If I had chosen Yechen instead of the Bai family, I would have been the same as Lin Yan'er." Hua Keyi sighed. In terms of appearance, she was no worse than Lin Yan'er. The first beauty.When watching the battle before, looking at Yechen's young and resolute face, she was shaken for a moment, but in the end reason overcame emotion, and she put her future on the Bai family's side.

A momentary choice created two completely different destinies.

In the end, Lin Yan'er did not lead Hua Keyi to Zhang Yun's side, but to the floor below Zhang Yun.

"Greetings, Miss Yan'er!" On the next floor, many people saluted Lin Yan'er, and then someone nodded to Hua Keyi as a greeting.

Although Lin Yan'er is not Ye Chen's official wife, she is Ye Chen's woman after all, and no one dares to offend her. If Lin Yan'er blows pillow wind in Ye Chen's ear, these people cannot bear it.

"That one is, Mr. Liu." Hua Keyi looked at one of the middle-aged men who saluted Lin Yan'er and nodded to herself, with a look of shock in his eyes.

Hua Keyi has seen this person before. Her father once took her to meet a big man with a generous gift. That big man is Mr. Liu. They had to go through a lot of relationships before her father Hua Jianxing met Liu. My lord, we only talked for 5 minutes in the end, so these 5 minutes made Hua Jianxing feel very worthwhile, and he was happy for several days afterwards.

And such a big man, in this general's mansion, doesn't seem to be an overly important person. People with similar status to him are everywhere.

And she saw that Mr. Liu was just standing, without even a seat.

"Let's sit here." Lin Yan'er smiled, this is the best seat on the next floor.

Hua Keyi turned her head and glanced at Master Liu, who saw her looking and smiled at her.

The last time we met, he didn't even look at Hua Keyi.

And he didn't have a place to sit, yet he was able to sit in the best seat and let him stand, which made Hua Keyi feel unreal again.

Cautiously cast her eyes on Lanjiang, looking at the crowds of people below, Hua Keyi had the feeling of trampling everyone under her feet.

Above the Lanjiang River, a flying dragon treasure ship slowly approached. On the treasure ship was planted the flag of the Hades religion. The bottom of the flag was black, and an exquisite white bone sword was embroidered on it.

The arrival of this treasure search ship has attracted countless eyes.

Wen Chuan, is it finally here?

A young man in fluttering white clothes walked out of the Feilong Treasure Ship, with a sword on his back.

For a time, the entire Lanjiang was a sensation.

The Martial God Space was filled with news of Wen Chuan's arrival. Many people used text to broadcast live to those who hadn't been able to watch the battle.

"Is that Wenchuan, so handsome."

"I heard that he is a Martial Saint. Such a young Martial Saint is really unbelievable. Although Ye Chen is strong, how could he be a Martial Saint's opponent?"

Hua Keyi looked into the distance, and murmured: "The present night... can you challenge the Martial Saint?" For them, the Martial King is a legend and a big man. As for the Martial Saint, it is like a myth, and there is no way peep.

Now, on the Lanjiang River, Yechen is going to have a decisive battle with Wu Sheng, what a miraculous thing this is.

In the sky, Wen Chuan's clothes fluttered. His handsome appearance and powerful strength immediately won over countless fans. When countless women looked at Wen Chuan, their eyes showed deep admiration.

This is a man with thousands of rays of light in his body. He has mastered a huge sect at a young age, and even the empress supports him. Such an achievement, let alone achieved by countless people, dare not even think about it.

The appearance of Wen Chuan is like a bright sun shining in the sky...

In the eyes of everyone, Wen Chuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a vague smile, and then said loudly: "Yechen, I'm here, come out and die soon."

The sound rolled across the four directions, making the tide of the Lanjiang River and the entire land vibrate slightly, and the originally noisy vast world suddenly became extremely silent.

As a martial saint, a holy son, his words carried great power.

Countless people subconsciously turned their attention to the General's Mansion, but there was no sign of Yechen there. Could it be that they were frightened by the might of the Martial Saint and dared not come out?

Behind Wen Chuan, a guard shouted: "Yechen, you shrink your head, come out and die."

"Yechen, come out! If you don't dare, get out of Jiangyin City."

Suddenly, a voice came out from the General's Mansion. The voice didn't seem to be loud, and it seemed very calm, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "You want to court death so much, how can I not help you?"

People subconsciously cast their gazes in the direction of the General's Mansion, and a black figure appeared on the top of the tall tower of the General's Mansion.

The black figure did not exude a strong power, which was in stark contrast to Wen Chuan in the sky exuding a monstrous power.

"Yechen's strength?" Countless people looked at Yechen with deep doubts in their eyes.

In people's eyes, Wen Chuan's powerful power is as irresistible as a god, and Ye Chen feels like an ordinary person to them. If he is not walking towards the sky step by step now, people will subconsciously ignore him. exist.

It's just that when the peerless master in the dark looked at Ye Chen, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Hahahaha, Yechen, I never thought you would dare to come out." Standing in the sky, Wen Chuan laughed wildly, "Today, I will sacrifice my sword with your blood."

Yechen smiled faintly: "So, you want to treason?"

"You?" Wen Chuan was taken aback for a moment, and then he grinned grimly, "Stop talking sweet words in front of me, you will definitely die today."

"Then come on, I will never be soft on traitors." Ye Chen smiled lightly, "Especially you such a clown."

"What?" Wen Chuan's pupils widened slightly, and he roared angrily, "Jiaoliang clown, how dare you call me a jumping clown? Yechen, today I will let your blood spill on the Lanjiang River."

"Then stop talking nonsense, come on." Ye Chen said lightly.

"Then, go to hell!" Wen Chuan's aura exploded suddenly, and the whole world was enveloped by his aura. Countless people stared blankly at the sky, and murmured, "This is the power of the Martial Saint!" huh, it's terrible."

Wen Chuan's body turned into a white shadow, approaching Ye Chen at a speed as if teleporting, and punched Ye Chen hard.

This punch seemed to be able to blast the world.

Yechen grasped the sky, and grabbed a mountain from a distance to block between himself and Wenchuan.

(End of this chapter)