.Chapter 3o2 Evil Emperor, one arrow shocked the sky

"Who is it!!"

Monk Wuhua just shouted angrily, and another qi arrow fell from the sky and shot straight up to his head. He did not resist. His body quickly flipped away and looked at the sky with a stinging look.

Yan Gongruo was about to shout out loud, but was pulled by Yan Qiusha and showed a little with his eyes. Yan Gongruo then struggled to suppress his emotions, but the spirit in his eyes was still as passionate as fire.

And at this moment, people only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and a silver figure had appeared in their sight, floating quietly in the low altitude, black, silver-faced, and silver-clothed.

Their appearance instantly condensed the atmosphere on the scene. This outfit symbolizes a terrifying person in the name of cruelty and horror.

"Evil...Evil Emperor!!"

"Silver mask, silver coat, this person must be the legendary Evil Emperor. That bow..."

A very large bow appeared in their sight with the Evil Emperor. It was a blood-colored bow. The color of the blood was so real and bright, just like a layer of fresh blood just applied to the bow body, and blood beads would drop down at any time. The huge bow body made them think of an evil ghost demon covered with blood and fangs and claws...

It's scary! Just the appearance makes them feel slightly numb on their scalp.

Evil Emperor, no doubt!

Evil Emperor, he stood at a high altitude that these masters could not believe and looked down at the bottom; Evil Emperor, with the hideous blood bow in his hand, shot out a flying blood arrow; Evil Emperor, suddenly appeared like a ghost... From the time he was seen to when he appeared there, there was a shocking color, leaving him with a shocking shadow in the hearts of those who had first met him.

Some people say that the strength of the Evil Emperor is unpredictable, enough to compare with those who entered the divine way. As for how strong he is, no rumor can be revealed. Because all the people who fought with the Evil Emperor were dead, no corpse died, without exception. His horror name was also accumulated quickly in the blood.

If the Evil Emperor is just a powerful murderer, it will not cause great panic. However, the massacre of the two major demon and martial arts families in the Dafeng Kingdom pushed his horror to the peak, making those famous top masters dare not violate him in any form. The eldest son of the Shangguan family in the Dafeng Kingdom was destroyed by the evil emperor, but the Shangguan family has not acted against the evil emperor so far. It is not that he did not want to, but that he dared not, because if he could not bear this tone, the only consequence of his Shangguan family was that the whole family would be destroyed. Even a huge and powerful demon and martial arts family in the Dafeng Kingdom was like this, let alone others. The Evil Emperor is not just a person, but there is a mysterious behind him. According to legend, no one can afford to offend the evil sect except the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect.

And...relatively speaking, people outside the Great Wind Kingdom have far less knowledge of the terrible level of the Evil Emperor than those in the Great Wind Kingdom. And some forces whose confidence has become increasingly inflated over the past thousands of years will not be scared by his reputation.

He appears here now, obviously to fight against the strong people in the world... But who dares to fight with him? If he fights with him, he will win; if he loses, he will die without a complete corpse! Just his actions of staying in the extremely high sky have left them without the courage to fight with him.

The surroundings suddenly became a little cold, and a biting aura filled the air. The Evil Emperor was just one person, and none of his top masters took the initiative to ask. One person's aura instantly overwhelmed. The cold and ruthless aura he faintly released had already told them what kind of person he was.

On the other side, Yan Ximing's soft body was sitting against the stone wall. He was severely injured under Yan Gongluo's two arrows of energy. Fortunately, he had relieved, but the pain in his skin was far less than the humiliation of frustration in his heart. He was born in the Northern Emperor Sect. He knew his unique advantages since he was a child, and he knew that they were worthy of being called the real "king" of the world. He rarely appeared in front of others on weekdays. This time, with the four precept elders coming to the Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference, he completely held a despise of the heroes of the world. He never expected that he would suffer a crushing defeat in the first battle. The defeated him was an adult who was not as old as him.

How can he accept the huge psychological gap?

When the Evil Emperor appeared, Yan Ximing's unsightly eyes suddenly opened and stared at the Evil Emperor. There was an extremely trembling light in his eyes. He recognized the bow in the Evil Emperor's hand, because it was the bow of the Northern Emperor who had been looking for for thousands of years, and only a few people in the Northern Emperor Sect knew about its shape - disaster!

"Catch him...at no matter how much! The bow in his hand... is the bow of the Northern Emperor!" Yan Ximing used the power of the flame soul that was somewhat changed in his body, endured the severe pain of the wound caused by the surge of power, and sent a faint voice to the ears of the three elders of the precepts. The three elders of the precepts were shocked at the same time, and their eyes were shocked.

The Evil Emperor raised his left hand holding the bow, and slowly pulled a bowstring that no one could see with his right hand. As the bowstring was pulled open, a red arrow condensed from nowhere and appeared on the bow, flashing with a strange light. The point of the arrow was still monk Wuhua.

Monk Wuhua wanted to break his head and couldn't think of when he offended the living Hell King, but he thought about the rumors that the Evil Sect often killed evil people. His face turned muffled. Instead, he rushed forward directly to the Evil Emperor, because in front of the Evil Emperor, it was ridiculously futile to resolve and escape with words. The strength of the two red arrows just now gave him a rough understanding of the Evil Emperor's strength, and the fear in his heart was less serious.

"stop!!"

Three loud shouts of overlapping sounded, and three elders who shouted loudly jumped up at the same time, surrounding the evil emperor with three legs. The second elder of the Confession said sternly: "You are the Evil Emperor? No matter who you are, this is the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference, where the world's masters gather. Everyone must follow the rules here, otherwise they will be enemies with the masters of the world. Here you can only compete and challenge each other, and you cannot seek revenge and cause trouble. You are in the sky and sneak attack, which has broken the rules of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference. As witnesses and sanctioners of this conference, we must take you down."

The cold aura was suddenly filled with tension and tension. Under the calm and serious appearance of the three elders, the heart beats surprisingly large, and their eyes were more on the bow of the Northern Emperor that had been pulled apart. The purpose of the Northern Emperor Sect was to find the bow of the Northern Emperor and its owner, but it has never been realized in ancient times. Gradually, the Northern Emperor Sect no longer focused on this "destiny" that might be just a lie, which originated from human nature.

Various **s also expand and inherit with the shift of attention, allowing the Northern Emperor Sect to deteriorate. Today, I occasionally see the Northern Emperor's bow - if it is really the Northern Emperor's bow, what they feel is still that kind of incomparable excitement and enthusiasm. Because it is the ultimate weapon of the Supreme God. Putting aside the mission that has been forgotten and discarded by them, if they can obtain its power, the Northern Emperor Sect will definitely be like a tiger in one day, and even the Southern Emperor Sect does not have to be afraid of it anymore.

But... those who get the bow of the Northern Emperor will be given the loyalty of the Northern Emperor Sect to death? To them, how pedantic and ridiculous it is. The huge force that has been passed down for tens of millions of years and has accumulated tens of millions of years has to give a bow to an outsider because of a few words? This is something that only hopelessly foolish people can do.

Whether it was Yan Ximing or the three elders of the precepts, when they saw the Northern Emperor's bow in the hands of the Evil Emperor, the first thing they thought of was to snatch it back. The idea of ​​being loyal to the Lord of the Northern Emperor's bow had never appeared at all, but instead had a murderous intention to kill him. Just like when the Southern Emperor Sect was dealing with Ye Wuchen, they only mentioned the Sword of the Southern Emperor, but did not mention the master of the Sword of the Southern Emperor. For the deteriorating Southern Emperor Sect and Northern Emperor Sect, the mission that bound them had been abandoned by them, and replaced by the increasingly expanding various **s.

Three auras locked the Evil Emperor firmly, and the Evil Emperor's inexplicable attack on the Wuhua Monk also gave them a perfect excuse. However, before they could take action, a roar like thunder rang out in their ears: "Who... dares... hurt... my... master... man!!"

The old Yan Qinghong was like a furious tiger, and a shocking wave of air rolled up in his body and violently attacked the Evil Emperor. The sudden aura shook all the three elders who were waiting for several steps, and there was a dizziness in front of him. Immediately after Yan Qinghong, Yan Qingping also stood in front of him. The kind old eyes were filled with anger that made people dare not look at him: "If you hurt my master, you will die without a complete body!"

A gray shadow appeared beside the Evil Emperor as he swayed. His calm eyes carried the heart-pounding pressure and shot straight at the three elders who had just wanted to attack the Evil Emperor. His voice was cold and silent: "Ofaulting my master, he deserves to die."

Yan Duancang and Yan Qiusha moved at the same time and stood on the other side of the Evil Emperor. Yan Duancang had a tight brow and a fierce face: "You can try one step closer."

Yan Gongluo jumped up, jumped to Yan Duancang, and said coldly: "Who dares to hurt my master, I will kill his whole family... Even if it is the 'Northern Emperor Sect', I will want him to destroy the sect!"

Another black figure blocked the Evil Emperor. In his hand, he held a short blade with a faint green light, which was the cold cliff that had just recovered some strength. He had not spoken, but his cold eyes had perfectly expressed what he wanted to express.

The three elders of the precepts were all stupid, and the masters from all sides of the Tianchen Continent were all stupid. Even Chu Jingtian stared at the bull's eyes and opened his mouth wide, and could not close it for a long time.

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