Emperor of Death

Chapter 1540 The Young Hero
"How could it be like this?" Qinglang looked at the roaring dark yellow dragon, and the shadow of the dragon quickly grew larger in sight.

Under this power, he found that his soul was trembling. This feeling was as if he was facing a master of Emperor Wu level alone, and he was not an ordinary Emperor Wu.

This kind of power is simply not something he can resist.

"Ah!" Lang Qing roared unwillingly. If he knew that the opponent was so powerful, he would have fled long ago, so why would he dare to stay.

"You are not a martial saint at all!" At the last moment, Qinglang's roar resounded throughout the world, and then the flood dragon blasted into his chest and sank into his body.

"Boom!" Lang Qing's body exploded, turning into rain of blood that floated in the sky and sprinkled downward.

This battle that attracted everyone was over before it even started.

Yemo stood in the sky with a silver gun in his hand. Compared with his figure, he held the two-meter-long silver gun in his hand, and the black cloak fluttered behind him, exuding a frightening majesty.

The pacifier in the corner of the mouth is sucking slightly, and the delicate face like a porcelain doll is obviously nondescript, especially because the figure is too small, as if the whole person is hanging on a silver gun.

Everyone stopped moving, even the martial saints who were still fighting, looked at the sky and Yemo's direction in shock.

Is this still a toddler?A child who has practiced for three years has such a strong strength?Have all the martial arts masters in the sky lived to the age of dogs?

Just when everyone was in a daze, a roar exploded between heaven and earth: "Kill him for me."

The wolf emperor was angry, really angry.

It's fine for Ye Changtian to ride on the top of the Youlang tribe and shit, but now that he has a son who is so perverted, if he doesn't die, he might not even be able to subdue the envoy of God in the future.

"Kill!" The martial saints of the foreign race were awakened, and the power that had been sustained suddenly exploded, and dozens of sword lights of the saber were slashing towards Yemo.

The sharp blade light intertwined into a net in the sky, as if to cut the sky into pieces.

"Well done!" Ye Mo did not evade, and the silver spear in his hand stabbed straight forward, tearing the intertwined light of the sword in an instant, and rushed to the front of a leopard-human warrior like lightning, and the silver spear pierced out. .

The protective mana of the Leopard Human Martial Saint was punctured like paper, and the lightning speed of the silver spear made him unable to dodge. He watched helplessly as he was pierced through his throat with a gun, and then powerful destructive power poured into his body, destroying his body. his vitality.

The body of the warrior warrior of the leopard race fell from the sky, and immediately Yemo didn't even look at him, and flew across the void again, rushing into the interior of the warrior warrior of the foreign race.

"Join hands and kill him." A martial sage from the barbarian clan roared. Dozens of martial sages poured out their power and rushed towards Yemo frantically, turning into a sea of ​​energy. , With so many forces united together, even the sky will tremble.

Yemo was still not afraid, the spear in his hand was rolling, like a dragon playing in the water, the crazy power was crushed by Yemo's silver spear.

Immediately afterwards, another Martial Saint of another race was pierced through the throat.

"Ah!" There was a scream not far from Yemo. Di Fan smashed the chest of a tall barbarian bull with a punch. Di Fan, who had a big head, was full of unwillingness.

Di Xin held two copper rings in his hand, threw the copper rings at close range, and knocked them on the head of a warrior of the Youlang Clan. Afterwards, the copper rings flew back upside down, and the other copper ring in his hand glowed with deep yellow light again. It flew out and smashed fiercely on the head of the roaring ghost wolf. The warrior of the ghost wolf tribe and his mount were killed by Di Xin.

Although Di Xin and Di Fan were not as powerful as Ye Mo, they had practiced the Six Paths of Reincarnation Jue, and their strength was extremely strong, showing extremely powerful combat effectiveness.

"Kill!" The martial saints of the human race came to their senses, followed behind the three of Yemo, and frantically attacked the martial saints of the foreign race.

The human martial saint headed by Ye Mo stabbed fiercely at the alien martial saint army like a dagger.

The alien warriors are retreating and avoiding.

It is so difficult to become a martial sage, even if there are not too many martial sages in each race, they don't want to lose their lives in vain.

The strength of Ye Mo left a serious shadow in the hearts of the foreign warriors.

"Damn it!" The wolf emperor looked into the distance with a ferocious face, and suddenly grabbed his right hand, which turned into a saber, and was held in his hand.

Those are all martial sages, every martial sage is the wealth of a group, no matter what race it is, the death of a martial sage is a huge loss, and now, Yemo is beheading people of other races like cabbage Wu Sheng.

How can you swallow this breath?The wolf emperor's heart became extremely violent, and he wanted to tear Yemo to pieces.

"No!" Leopard King shouted coldly.

At the same time, they sensed countless dao emperor-level power emanating from Panshiguan, warning the wolf emperor.

With so much power at the emperor level, the wolf emperor finally calmed down a little.

"Withdraw, withdraw back to me!" The wolf emperor roared, and the foreign martial emperors who heard the roar finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then fled frantically.

Yemo stepped forward, stepped on the flying spirit boat, chased the fleeing martial arts saints and shot consecutively, and three more martial arts saints died in the blink of an eye under Ye Mo's guns.

"Presumptuous!" The wolf emperor roared, and the saber in his hand slashed fiercely towards the sky, and the cyan light of the saber slashed at Yemo from afar.

Ye Mo finally stopped moving, and his body retreated in the sky. Below the Panshiguan, more than ten forces joined forces to cut out the sword light, which collided with the wolf emperor's sword light, and sent out a violent explosion. sky.

The alien martial saints finally took the opportunity to run back to the camp. A total of more than 100 martial saints left ten corpses in the sky above Panshiguan, seven of which were beheaded by Yemo.

"Little boy, I will definitely kill you." The wolf emperor roared wildly.

Ye Mo stood under the night sky with a silver gun in his hand, his cloak fluttered, and the silver gun pointed forward, and his childish voice spread far away: "My father said, if the foreign race submits, you will be my human slaves forever, and you can all live , if you are still stubborn, what awaits you will be annihilation."

"Damn little boy, hateful night and sky." The wolf emperor roared, "Don't worry, I will not kill your father and son, I want your father and son to be slaves for generations to be enslaved by me and my descendants. "

"Long live Your Royal Highness!"

Below, the soldiers cheered spontaneously, and there was a roar of shouts like a tsunami from the Panshi Pass.

Yemo's appearance and his powerful strength seemed to give the soldiers a reassurance.

With this battle, the brutal war slowly began.

(End of this chapter)