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Chapter 208: [Human Emperor](2/2)

In the middle, there is a huge bronze coffin. Behind the coffin, there is a throne.

A man wearing a black royal robe sat above him, majestic and domineering!

Both eyes were full of gods, holding a bronze sword in his hand, knocking his hand without a single sound.

"Those who dig dog holes come in, those who scorn the little ones!" A voice of Weng Weng sounded.

Ao Wu looked at him blankly, dazzled, he was really alive.

And he dared to laugh at Ao Wu for coming in by drilling into a dog hole!

Uncle is tolerant...forget it.

Ao Wu stood still, stared at him, and said, "You old man is very good at enjoying it here!"

"I am enjoying it, but you are here to disturb my good dream!" Qin Shihuang had an invisible black dead aura, which was very strong, but also a mighty human emperor aura.

The dead energy is yin, and the human emperor's energy is masculine.

The two were actually perfectly integrated into Qin Shihuang!

Perhaps, only a monarch like him can achieve this!

"I am me, no one." Ao Wu corrected.

This made Qin Shihuang pause. He looked up and looked up, but there was a bronze roof on it, and there was nothing.

"It seems that two groups of people came in." Qin Shihuang said.

Ao Wu knew from his words that this girl could know the movements in the entire tomb.

It seems that I was also monitored just now.

Take a look at the death aura and the human emperor's aura on Qin Shihuang's body, and there is it in the entire tomb.

These are all emitted from him.

That is to say, he can sense the movements and stills in the entire tomb through these qi.

No wonder when Taoist Master Qiu and his team stole the dragon energy before, the mezzanine on the top would fall off.

Qin Shihuang lowered his head, looked at Ao Wu, and said, "Seldom people would break into this place. I didn't expect you to dig a dog hole in it. I hate the little ones most in my life. Are you ready for a trial?"

After he said this, Ao Wu felt the atmosphere in the entire space tightening.

It's like a slingshot is about to shoot in front of someone, and it's being pulled tight.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Ao Wu felt that Qin Shihuang, who was originally sitting on the bronze throne, had his figure lengthened.

It looks very slow, but the next moment, it comes to me.

The bronze sword in his hand pointed directly at Ao Wu's eyebrows.

This human emperor has a bad hobby. He actually likes the headshot method of hot weapons with behind-the-shelf cold weapons.

Ao Wu had a pair of hands, and a thick spiritual energy surged out, and a layer of white light appeared in front of him.

Then, between him and Qin Shihuang, a collision between black and white light appeared.

Extreme masculinity and extreme coldness made the entire tomb space vibrate.

Yang overcomes Yin, and after an instant collision, the white light shows signs of swallowing black light.

Qin Shihuang's eyes stood up, and his body, which was flying in the air, suddenly retreated back.

His way of retreating was not to fly back routinely, but to lengthen a figure.

In the blink of an eye, his body pulled ten meters away, and then the shadow disappeared, and his man was ten meters away.

The two of them looked at each other ten meters away from the space, one on the ground and the other in the air.

The next moment, Qin Shihuang disappeared again.

Ao Wu felt that the air in the entire tomb had solidified.

He quickly became alert.

Half breath, only half breath, and the heartbeat didn't even take a moment. Qin Shihuang suddenly appeared in front of Ao Wu.

A bronze sword slashed at Ao Wu.

The bronze sword carries the aura of death and the aura of the human emperor, and is clearly distinguished from left and right. The domineering momentum alone can make people scare.

The entire internal air is full of death energy and the human emperor's aura. This is Qin Shihuang's special space, this is his domain, everything here is up to him, and the air here is followed by his command.

The solidified air restricted Ao Wu's movements, as if countless hands were holding Ao Wu and letting the bronze sword fall down.

The speed of the bronze sword falling is not fast, nor is it much stronger than the sword that just shot, but it feels like it is that it is slow to fall but cannot escape!
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