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Chapter 1070 How dare you, a kid, boast in front of me that you are not afraid of life and death
The Great Emperor's Scripture!

A slave asked the emperor's son for the emperor's scriptures!
Emperor Yanliu’s face turned ashen.

He wanted to get angry and wanted to use the flaming halberd to smash the head of the lowly slave in front of him like he killed Qingyan, making it explode into a ball of blood.

However, he didn't dare.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t beat you.

As Emperor Yanliu fell silent, spots of blood began to bloom around him. The air around him gradually became colder, icy and freezing. The sticky and smelly smell of blood almost drowned the entire Pink Imperial Palace.

The murderous intent almost became a fact.

"You can't kill me."

"Blood River King."

The Emperor of Flame had difficulty breathing, and tried his best to make a mocking and contemptuous expression, saying disdainfully: "I have my father's protection, you are just a lowly slave, you can't kill me!"

"Do you think you are Cangkong?"

"Just a slave!"

Upon hearing this, the powerful slave tribe members such as Moshan in the surrounding area lowered their heads again.

The emperor's son will not die at the hands of someone other than the emperor's son.

This is the way of the Jiaoming Realm.

It's not some law or regulation, but a terrifying force that suppresses everything. All creatures below the level of the Great Emperor are unable to resist at all.

"I know."

"Yanliu, this is not a secret."

Jiang Ding had a calm expression, his blood-red sword had been completely drawn out, pointing diagonally at the ground, and he said calmly: "I came here with all the preparations made."

"Or, get the Great Emperor's Scripture."

"Or, please let me see the methods of the great emperor above the king level."

"In this way, I can die without regrets."

Keng!
The blood-red sword hummed softly, and in the blood-filled sky, it turned into a beam of light.

This beam of light separated the sky and the earth, and separated the sea of ​​clouds. The light of the sky and the light of the sword met in an instant, forming a bright dot.

That point was the Emperor Yanliu, whose mind and spirit were tense at all times.

The sword really fell.

"Blood River King, how dare you!"

Emperor Yanliu was shocked and angry.

It seemed that until this moment, he was sure of victory, and believed that it was impossible for the Nu tribe king to really attack him, and at most he would force him to abdicate.

Because in his past life, he had never seen such a thing, let alone heard of it.

It completely broke his three views.

However, the cold and bloody murderous intent at this moment came like a tide, without any falsehood.

This servant really wanted to kill him!
"Blood River King, you are seeking death!"

Emperor Yanliu roared towards the sky.

The blood in his body began to burn like a furnace, sweeping away his previous decadence and dullness. His body quickly expanded to a hundred feet in size, covered with pitch-black scales.

The ten-foot-long chaotic space around him was humming and spinning, and the infinite fire power between heaven and earth gathered here and poured into the prototype of the immortal flaming halberd imperial weapon.

A flaming sun appeared in the sky!

An inexplicable pressure appeared between heaven and earth, making people dare not look directly at it, as if they saw the Son of Heaven and Earth.

"kill!"

The muscles under the scales of Emperor Yanliu were knotted. He held up the flaming halberd as if he was holding up a world of fire and smashed it down with great force.

Click~
Inexplicably, a crisp sound rang out between his bones, as if something was breaking free.

The power of the Flame Halberd increased once again!
Emperor Yanliu seemed to understand something.

The prince of the imperial family, if not born strong, must fight on the battlefield and win bloody battles before he can break through in strength. The so-called sparring in the past and defeating the king of the slave clan was simply a game and worthless.

Infinite confidence instantly arose in the heart of Emperor Yanliu, and his eyes gradually became crazy.

Then, it turned into panic.

Keng!
The bloody sword fell.

The blood-red sword light and the flaming halberd intersected in an instant, and the blood-red sword slashed towards the hundred-foot-tall giant holding up the flaming world, as if the gods in mythology were fighting.

In comparison, the blood-red long sword is far inferior to the flaming halberd in terms of aura, just like the difference between ordinary iron and divine weapons, the difference between heaven and earth. Ding!
A handful of bright sparks bloomed, and a sharp and piercing sound pierced the sky for tens of thousands of miles.

This blood-red sword easily cut through the flaming world held up by Emperor Yanliu's arms!
She cut through the flaming sky and earth, and then slashed at the flaming halberd, the prototype of the imperial weapon. Amidst the sparks, she lightly lifted the blood-red sword tip, and with her swordsmanship of moving a thousand pounds with a little effort, she easily lifted the flaming halberd, which was as heavy as the sea, and it flew out of her hand.

Then, the blood-red sword light slashed directly at the ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space of Emperor Yanliu.

boom!
Emperor Yanliu vomited blood and retreated.

His ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space shattered and healed again. He tried madly to release the force, but he could not stop the long sword from slashing down.

The flesh on his body was constantly torn and broken, and the sound of breaking tendons and bones was endless.

boom!
The Emperor of Flame was smashed to the ground fiercely, smashing dozens of feet into the ground, sinking deeply into it, his breath extremely weak.

"Flame Flow,"

"You seem to have made a breakthrough?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "But, he is still too weak, not even as good as King Shenshan."

"After all, he is a weakling."

"Blood River King!"

"You damned bastard!"

"I don't believe you can do anything to me."

Emperor Yanliu has gone crazy.

He had never encountered such a setback, let alone a setback brought upon him by a lowly servant. His eyes turned bloodshot.

"Come, kill me!"

"I just don't believe it..."

"it is good!"

Keng!
Another long sword roar!
A blood-red sword fell from the sky, slashing towards the Emperor of Flame who was in the deep pit.

boom!
At the first sound, the ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space was shattered, revealing the bloody body inside.

call out!
Then came the second sound. The speed of the blood-colored sword light not only did not slow down, but became even faster. It turned into light and cut off the throat of Emperor Yanliu with a crisp click!

The blood-red sword had no interest in the solid cervical vertebrae and rushed madly into the flaming brain of Emperor Yanliu.

She wants to kill everything and destroy everything!
"stop!"

"No! Blood River King, please don't..."

Seeing this scene, King Shenshan and Moshan went crazy, burning their blood and soul, breaking free from their restraints, and rushing here madly.

however,
No matter how fast they are, how can they compare to swords?

The bloody sword not only did not let go, but became even more determined and stabbed at an even faster speed towards the brain of Emperor Yanliu, trying to turn it into a pile of lifeless rotten cotton.

"No!"

Boundless fear and endless coldness enveloped Emperor Yanliu.

At this moment, he was terrified, helpless and scared.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he was so weak that he could not face life and death at all.

"Rare..."

"Spare your life!"

Emperor Yanliu struggled and begged, no longer madly seeking death.

This was not speaking, but a subtle plea for mercy coming from the soul, so subtle that it would be ignored if one was not paying attention.

Then, Jiang Ding heard it.

The bloody sword stopped.

She stopped and stayed in the throat of Emperor Yanliu. The tip of the sword had pierced the thin membrane of the brain and was about to pierce the tofu-like body.

The blood-red sword stopped precisely.

"Yanliu, look,"

"Isn't this great?"

The murderous intent and coldness on Jiang Ding's face eased a little, and he said quietly: "You are just a kid, boasting in front of me that you are fearless and have no fear of life or death."

"Are you worthy?"

"ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)