. "Trade? Humph, since that's the case, let's talk about what the deal is." Yan Duanhun showed interest and snorted coldly. His eyes were locked in his every move. The disaster of the Northern Emperor's bow was on him, and therefore, his interest in the Evil Emperor was far greater than that of the Evil Sect. Now, he fell into the trap. Such a good opportunity, how could he bear to die before snatching the Northern Emperor's bow from him?

During this short period of time, three more people came from afar and jumped behind Yan Duanhun. This was the first time in so many years that the Northern Emperor Sect was invaded by an outsider and had the first time to have such a major event. No one who heard the news dared to look at it casually, no one in the sect has the status of the sect.

"Xiangxiang, be ready to leave... Lengya, everything is left to you, my feeling will not lie to me!" Ye Wuchen murmured silently in his heart, stretched out his hands, and with a flash of blood, a giant bow that was stained with blood all over his body appeared in his hand. It was the bow of the Northern Emperor - disaster.

The moment the disaster bow appeared in the hands of the Evil Emperor, the atmosphere suddenly changed subtly, and the sound of chaotic breathing became clear and audible. Even the beating of the heart could be clearly captured. The fact that the Evil Emperor broke the bow of the Soul Cliff with one arrow that day was the Northern Emperor's Bow, and the Northern Emperor Sect who received the news knew that no one knew. Apart from Yan Ximing, no one had seen the true body of the Northern Emperor's Bow, but at this time the Evil Emperor shone out this bow, the blood-stained appearance and the faint scattered spirit power on their bodies all showed varying degrees of restlessness, which made them extremely confident... That was the Northern Emperor's Bow that Evil Emperor shot a shocking arrow at the Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference!

"Bow of the Northern Emperor!" Yan Ximing couldn't help but shouted in a low voice. His shout made everyone no longer doubt it.

The eyes became extremely enthusiastic, and more eyes began to shift from the evil emperor to the Qiebing. Half of the people were already concentrated and cheering up. If the sect leader hadn't just said it, they had already rushed forward. For the Northern Emperor Sect, the Qiebing was originally just a legend passed down from ancient times. It was unknown whether it really existed. No one knew how strong its power was. The shocking arrow shot from the Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference made the Tianchen Continent tremble and also made the Northern Emperor Sect's regaining the Beidi Bow soar - or in other words, it made everyone have the heart of possession of the bow. Who doesn't want to have this forbidden weapon that can open the world!

No matter how much Yan Duanhun wanted to remain calm, his heart was still beating wildly when he first saw the Northern Emperor's bow. He quickly signaled to the people behind him, so that they would not act rashly, and raised his head and said calmly: "The Northern Emperor's bow...ha, is this the bargaining chip you want to trade?"

"Not bad. I wonder if your Northern Emperor Sect Master is satisfied with the bargaining chips in this transaction?" Ye Wuchen replied with a sneer.

"Hahahaha... OK, okay, tell me your trading conditions. I really want to hear it." Yan Duanhun laughed and said.

"Hey..." The Evil Emperor laughed more mysteriously. At this moment, his silver clothes suddenly began to dance, and the silver cloak behind him was raised, as if the wind suddenly blew. However, no one from the Northern Emperor Sect below felt the flow of the wind, and all of them were suspicious.

"Trade? I heard a rumor a long time ago... rumor that you, the Northern Emperor Sect, were born to find the bow in my hand and the master of the bow. Once found, you must follow the master of the bow forever and never betray him. I wonder if you, the Northern Emperor Sect Master, will deny this matter?"

The expressions of the masters of the Northern Emperor Sect changed to varying degrees, and several faint cold snorted echoed in the air. Yan Duanhun's eyes swept back like lightning, restraining the people who were about to speak, and laughed: "Yes, there is indeed this rumor. But what we are looking for is the Northern Emperor's bow, which is called disaster. Why do you say that the one in your hand is the disaster bow we are looking for?"

"Then can you tell the truth?" The Evil Emperor asked calmly and calmly.

Yan Duanhun took a step forward and said proudly: "I am the leader of the Northern Emperor Sect, so why can't I recognize the Northern Emperor's bow? Then you dare to let me tell you up close. Such a bow is really the Northern Emperor's bow. Our Northern Emperor Sect will be as you wish."

The Evil Emperor was silent and speechless for a long time. Just when everyone didn't think he would be so stupid that he let Yan Duanhun approach him, he suddenly made an action that made everyone present dare not believe his eyes... He shook his hand and threw the disaster bow in his hand casually. The blood-red disaster bow fell obliquely in the air, just in the hands of Yan Duanhun.

"Then you can see it well enough." The Evil Emperor's voice rang out in a belated manner.

The dozen people behind Yan Duanhun reacted for a few seconds before quickly rushing to Yan Duanhun to see the true posture of the Northern Emperor's bow. He was extremely surprised by the evil emperor's actions. He actually threw the Northern Emperor's bow into Yan Duanhun's hands so straightforwardly... This evil emperor, who has always been mysterious and commanded the same mysterious and mysterious, and has a huge force, is it so simple?

Or is this bow just fake? Is it a joke!?

When the Chaos Bow was started, Yan Duanhun felt a hot stream coming from his hand, and quickly flowing to his eight extraordinary meridians, making him no longer doubt the authenticity of the Chaos Bow. He held the Chaos Bow tightly, looked up at the evil emperor in the air, and slowly said: "Very good... It's the Northern Emperor's Bow with the name of disaster... Very good, then, you can die... Go! It's also possible to capture alive, and a dead body!!"

At the command of Yan Duanhun, the masters of the Northern Emperor Sect who had already quietly locked the Evil Emperor with their momentum and were ready to jump up and attack the location where the Evil Emperor was. A cold and fierce light flashed through Ye Wuchen's slightly narrowed eyes. Without seeing any movement, his body suddenly rose out of nowhere and rushed straight into the sky like a silver arrow shot upwards, causing all the attacks of those masters who could not fly to fail. However, the Evil Emperor's crisis did not end. Two heavy shouts like thunder broke through the wind. A middle-aged man in his fifties jumped up at the same time as Yan Tianao who had attacked him before, chasing the Evil Emperor floating in the air. Before the person arrived, the amazing wave of air had already attacked in front of him like a sea of ​​rushing.

The combined attack of two god-level masters is undoubtedly the strongest attack he has encountered since he arrived in Tianchen Continent. If he directly collided, with his extraordinary physique, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Ye Wuchen maintained an upward rush. When the heavy pressure approached, he suddenly turned around and a hoarse whispered from his mouth. As his body moved, a violent wind swept downward without warning, facing the two flame soul powers containing endless divine power.

The wind was howling down, and the Evil Emperor's wind was circulating throughout the Tianchen Continent a long time ago, because it was the wind in his hand, and everyone in the middle was strangled without leaving the whole body. It seemed that it was not a simple wind, but countless mixed god of death sickles ruthlessly and cruelly cut everything that stood in front of it.

Although Ye Wuchen's wind power was far away from the wind magic released by the wind magic master of the same level, what he was facing at this time was the power of two god-level masters. He did not expect to repel these two people by relying on this wind wave. Instead, he suddenly pulled up with the reaction force generated by the release of the wind power, and said in his heart: "Xiangxiang!"

A faint white light flashed away on Ye Wuchen's body, moving him sideways for more than 30 meters, perfectly avoiding the two flame soul forces that cut through the storm. However, Ye Wuchen's wind was extraordinary after all. The storm that rotated horizontally did not hurt the two god-level masters, but was mostly eliminated under their attack. However, the storm that bypassed their bodies roared down, rolling towards the crowd down with a biting coldness. Before he could get close, his skin felt a severe pain like a splitting.

"Be careful!" All the people pointed at by the storm were shocked, and they all took action at the same time, either circulating the power of the flame soul to offset it, or trying their best to protect themselves. A chaotic wind blew by, and although the wind, whose power had been weakened, had not really hurt them alone, they took their bodies back several steps.

Ye Wuchen stretched out his right hand, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The moment he stretched out his hand, Yan Duanhun suddenly let out a muffled groan, and he staggered back, and the disaster bow in his hand had turned into a red light and disappeared, and then appeared in Ye Wuchen's hand.

Yan Duanhun slowly opened his trembling right palm, but it was found that the palm of his palm was covered with dense cracks, like a piece of glass that was smashed, but it was still connected together. The blood-spreading blood beads dyed his entire palm red. With his Yan Duanhun's strength, even if he was not prepared, an ordinary master would not hurt him even if he had magic weapons. But... he could feel that what he was hurting just now was not the disaster bow itself, but the terrible murderous aura it suddenly released before it turned into red light.

Just the murderous aura made him a god-level master stain his palm blood.

"Father!"

"Sect Master, are you okay?"

Yan Duanhun raised his hand and signaled that he was fine. He slowly held his right hand, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "It's true."

"The Northern Emperor Sect is indeed well-known." The Evil Emperor said indifferently as a hook. Although his voice was as calm as water, Ren Du could hear the sarcasm.

Yan Duanhun's brows sank and he whispered: "Go!"

A word fell. The two god-level masters who had just fallen from the air had shot out like arrows and rushed straight to Ye Wuchen. The heavy pressure like a mountain approached, but this time, Ye Wuchen did not hide, just watched the two approaching him quietly. The only thing that held the bow raised his left hand, and the void slowly opened with his right hand...

At that moment, the sky seemed to suddenly darken, the wind stopped whistling, the air stopped flowing completely like solidification, and there was no sound in my ears anymore, as if everything had become absolutely still at this moment.

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