reborn as emperor

Chapter 420 419. Emperor Yang, I Lost! 【Third update】

It seems that I won!
Yang Mucheng's words announced the final outcome of this life-and-death situation.Master Ziyang's smiling face suddenly darkened, as ugly as a dead parent.Neither he nor the warriors present had expected such an ending.

They thought that Yang Mucheng was not an opponent, so they had to admit defeat in embarrassment.

They also thought that Yang Mucheng's character was so stubborn that he would rather die than surrender, so he was killed in the end!

But think twice.

But no one could have imagined that this scene would happen.

"His Royal Highness is not yet defeated!"

Fang Baiyu clenched his teeth tightly, and blood gushed out from between his teeth like a spring.At this moment, even if he stood up again, the people around him could also see that he was at the end of his strength at this moment.Not to mention fighting, even standing is extremely difficult.

"Is it?"

Yang Mucheng frowned. "Since that's the case, don't blame me for killing me!"

Done.

He walked forward step by step.

"Enough!" Immortal Ziyang couldn't stand it any longer, he couldn't help but frowned, and shouted: "This battle, I will admit defeat for Fang Baiyu. Yang Mucheng, you have already won... There is no need to kill them all! Just let it go! "

Snapped!
Yang Mucheng stopped and looked at Master Ziyang.At this moment, everyone held their breath.

Be anyone else.

Faced with such a situation, and facing Master Ziyang to admit defeat in person, I'm afraid they will take advantage of the slope and won't pursue it any further.However, they were not sure whether Yang Mucheng would do the same...

"Master Ziyang!"

Yang Mucheng laughed loudly, and said with a half-smile: "I remember, you said earlier that no one is allowed to interfere in the selection of the inner sect. This match is between me and Fang Baiyu. You admit defeat for Fang Baiyu What kind of?"

Speaking of the end.

Yang Mucheng changed his smile, and his voice was thunderous:

"What are you, why do you let me stop!"

what are you...

what are you...

you……

In the empty arena, Yang Mucheng's shouts echoed.Many warriors changed color upon hearing the sound, and some warriors with small shoulders even got scared and stepped back a few steps.Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in disbelief, they didn't expect that the other party would dare to talk to Master Ziyang like this.

Master Ziyang's complexion changed from blue to purple, from purple to white.

If other people dared to talk to him like that, he would have slapped him long ago.It's not that he's afraid of Yang Mucheng's identity, but that he's done a poor job in this matter.In the selection battle of the inner sect, not only others could not intervene, but he, the elder, could not intervene either.

Ziyang real person Yuezu surrendered instead of Fang Baiyu, which has broken the rules.

"Yang Mucheng, I beg you!"

Master Ziyang clenched his teeth, and breathed out in a low voice.Fang Baiyu's personality is somewhat similar to Yang Mucheng's, even with a knife on his neck, he would not admit defeat.For you to make him admit defeat is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.Therefore, Master Ziyang had no choice but to intercede.

sizzle~
Everyone gasped, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe it.

Master Ziyang is actually so humble?

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Mucheng shook his head and opened his mouth wide.

what!
The Nine Dragons Flying Sword was shot out suddenly.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"...

Nine flying swords, like nine lightning bolts of different colors, suddenly flashed across the void.Like teleportation, it appeared directly in front of Fang Baiyu.Fang Baiyu's eyes widened, and an indescribable sense of death crisis came to his mind. At this moment, he was so frightened that he couldn't move.

"Shuzi, you dare!"

Master Ziyang was furious.

He didn't expect that Yang Mucheng would ignore his low-pitched begging again and again.But after thinking about it, it's normal.If at this time, Yang Mucheng was defeated by them.Of course those Longtang patriarchs and Lu Yaoer kowtowed to beg for mercy, they would not let them go.

But the guardians are eager, and Master Ziyang doesn't care about the sect's laws at all.

Step out.

With a shake of his right hand, the soft whisk suddenly stirred and twisted into strands like hemp rope.His whisk is called 'Lion Light Whisk'. The material of the whisk is taken from the hair of the Demon King's fangs in the Gold Core Realm. It is both rigid and soft, and full of power.

"Roar!"

The shocking lion's roar resounded violently, and then the whisk slammed heavily on the Nine Dragon Flying Sword.

"Bang~"

The first flying sword was bounced off.

Immediately afterwards, the second flying sword was also knocked away!

The third handle, the fourth handle, the fifth handle...

Of the nine flying swords, in an instant, only the last Taotie flying sword remained.

Yang Mucheng's eyes opened angrily, and surging inner energy flowed into them.There was a 'bang' sound, and the dust whisk exploded all over the sky, and the broken hairs fell down slowly like catkins.The Taotie Flying Sword sneered.It brushed past Ziyang's throat, bringing up a bloodstain.Unabated, it shot into the distant night.

"Damn!"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly.

He just used brute force to drive the nine flying swords, but he couldn't get the real essentials of the nine dragon flying swords.If he attacked with the real sword control method, the previous blow would definitely kill Ziyang Zhenren and Fang Baiyu.However, this does not mean that Yang Mucheng has given up.

"rise!"

He shouted loudly, and suddenly grabbed the void with his right hand, and the bounced flying sword immediately buzzed.

The Taotie Flying Sword flew back from the void with a 'chuss' sound.

The Bixi Feijian broke through the rock and rushed towards it swiftly.

Jiaotu Feijian turned into a ray of light and flashed in front of Yang Mucheng.

Yazi...

Pu Lao...

Almost instantly, Nine Dragons Flying Sword gathered in front of Yang Mucheng again.

"Fang Baiyu, don't admit defeat yet!"

Master Ziyang trembled in his heart.Previously, if he hadn't been rich in experience, when the gluttonous flying sword came towards him, he moved a foot or two to the side, maybe his last sword would have cut off his head.Seeing that Yang Mucheng was about to start, he hurriedly shouted.

Fang Baiyu looked at Yang Mucheng resentfully, no matter how reluctant he was, he could only grit his teeth.

"boom!"

Knees hit the ground.

Fang Baiyu knelt on the ground.

"Emperor Yang, I lost!"

There was dead silence all around.

Everyone stared blankly at the prince of the Tianhu Dynasty, and wiped their eyes vigorously, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.But no matter how hard I believe it, I can only admit——

Fang Baiyu conceded defeat.

"Ugh!"

Yang Mucheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sighing.On the contrary, he overestimated Fang Baiyu, he thought that Fang Baiyu would rather die than submit, so that he could kill him logically.Even if this matter became a big deal and reached the Tuotian Palace, he still had a reason.

But now that Fang Baiyu has conceded defeat, he can only give up!

Open your mouth.

Swallowing the Nine Dragons Flying Sword into his mouth, Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and walked down the ring slowly.Just as he walked off the ring, he paused and turned to look at Fang Baiyu: "This time, you are lucky! If Master Ziyang didn't intervene, you would have to die here even with nine lives!"

(End of this chapter)