The strongest starting system

Chapter 997 Backhand
He didn't have any injuries on his body, and his clothes were never messy at all.

"what?"

Emperor Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared there in disbelief, his eyes filled with a little surprise.

As an emperor, Song Emperor's joy, anger and sorrow are generally not happy.

Unless something unexpected happens.

Zhao Wushuang looked calm and indifferent on the surface, but his heart was bleeding. This ultimate block card is really easy to use, but now he has consumed two cards.

If he could get some more, wouldn't he be able to fight against the quasi-emperor with one more card?

Song Emperor's face became completely gloomy. As the majestic Emperor Song, he was crushed by a stunned young boy several times in a row.

Today, no matter what, he will smash this kid into thousands of pieces.

Behind Emperor Song appeared a noble lion covered in thunder and lightning, and there was a purple horn on the top of the lion's head.

That is his second original law, and it is also a sign that the law of wind has opened to the second stage.

"No matter how powerful you are today, you will not be able to escape from Lin'an City."

Emperor Song was really angry, his aura spread out quickly, exuding terrifying power, cutting off the void, forming a strong vacuum in the sky above Lin'an City.

At the same time, Zhao Wushuang released the spirit of the emperor's soul, and his spiritual thoughts covered almost half of Lin'an City. When he caught a trace of information, a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His spirituality was cut off immediately, and only he and Emperor Song were left in the entire vacuum.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone below, Emperor Song stepped on the floating clouds and approached him step by step without any confusion.

This is the self-confidence of the Zhundi strongman. He had been worried before, but if he didn't kill this son now, it might damage the majesty of Song Dynasty.

But when he was halfway there, Zhao Wushuang's faint voice sounded.

"Emperor Song, I have something I don't know if you want to hear it or not?"

Emperor Song's footsteps stopped, and he sneered, "No matter what you say now, it's useless."

Zhao Wushuang shook his head. He stretched out his hand and drew a round white light curtain in the air, condensing it, rippling like water waves, presenting a mirror image.

That portrait is clearly the scene of the green hills ten miles outside Lin'an City.

The Blood Killing Army in scarlet armor and the Dragoon Army in black armor were at the foot of the mountain respectively.

But if you look closely, you can find that they are not moving, but trapped!

The ground cracked, creating countless small gaps, and within those gaps there was a black light, flickering on and off, reflecting under the feet of each of the two armies, making them dare not move rashly.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Song's expression finally changed.

Because with sharp eyes, he saw the real situation at once, everyone was isolated independently, and there were deep black lotus flowers shining all around, which could swallow that person up in the next moment.

That person was none other than his beloved son, Song Po Cangqiong.

"What do you want to do?" Emperor Song's eyes became fierce, and the purple-gold lion king behind him also stared at Zhao Wushuang with vertical eyes as big as Tongling.

The air of the emperor burst out, mixed with a trace of sullenness, making everyone breathless.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was really angry.

However, he also has doubts in his heart. Didn't the battle report come from the front saying that the two armies have completely suppressed the people of Qinglian Holy Land? Why does this happen?

Zhao Wushuang radiated spiritual thoughts to protect the four songs, and quietly dispelled the coercion sent by Emperor Song.He looked at the painting screen and said with a smile: "I deliberately let Qinglian Holy Land lose to them on purpose, just to deceive people."

There is still the second half of the sentence he didn't say, his real goal is to break the sky.

Emperor Song was a smart man, so of course he guessed Zhao Wushuang's intentions.

"I advise you not to think about other things. All the attack points of that big formation are on your son. As long as I want to, I can activate the big formation from thousands of miles away and kill your son. From then on, both body and spirit will be destroyed. It's gone to ashes."

Zhao Wushuang took out a small black flag, which was the number token to activate the formation. From the screen at the far end, it could be seen that there was also a black flag fluttering in the wind above the formation that surrounded the blood killing army.

Emperor Song's face became more and more gloomy, but he still gave in and removed the blockade of the vacuum zone.

After all, Song Po Cangqiong was the son he was most satisfied with. Even if he had ten more children, it might not be possible for him to have such a son who was extremely smart in all aspects.

For the sake of his son, he endured again.

Emperor Song suspected that if he backed down a few more times, he might be so angry that he would vomit blood.

After the imperial coercion was removed, the people below only felt that they could breathe a sigh of relief.

"I advise you to be more cautious, and don't make the joke too big, otherwise there will be no one in Qinglian Holy Land."

The anger in Song Emperor's eyes has almost turned into a substantial killing intent. Song Po Cangqiong is the most talented person in the Song Dynasty for a hundred years. In the future, he can completely inherit his mantle and continue to lead the Song Dynasty forward.

If it falls into Zhao Wu's hands, it will be an eternal pain in Emperor Song's heart.

But as an emperor, he was threatened by a young boy in public and had to give in. How could he bear this humiliation in his heart?

"Tell me, what are your conditions. If I can accept it, I can consider it. If I can't accept it, I would rather let the sky die than allow you to trample on the majesty of Song Dynasty."

Emperor Song's words were cold and ruthless, and his murderous intent spread across the entire sky. As long as he wanted to, he could kill anyone present. The quasi-emperor is so terrifying.

The rest of the people held their breath, not even daring to breathe, for fear of offending His Majesty the Emperor.

At the same time, they also felt that this kid was too courageous. His Majesty the Emperor is an uncompromising master, known for being iron-blooded and ruthless.

Hijacking His Majesty's most beloved son is a move, but if it is not done well, it may become a river of blood.

Knowing that his initial goal had been achieved, Zhao Wushuang pointed to the stand and said, "Let her go first."

Ling Qingjue was awake now, but his vision was still blurry.

Seeing that Song Emperor nodded in agreement, several generals in the stands escorted Ling Qingjue and walked over.

"Wait, it's fine if you stop here, I'll do it myself."

Zhao Wushuang used his divine sense, and a soft force slowly extended over Ling Qingjue's waist, pulling her towards Zhao Wushuang.

"are you OK?"

Zhao Wushuang hurriedly asked.

Ling Qingjue nodded, with an unprecedented solemnity on her pretty face.

"What are you going to do? We are already surrounded." Ling Qingjue didn't expect the rescue to go so smoothly, so he was very worried.

(End of this chapter)