Wang Le looked at Guan Hong, who was seriously injured and dying and was slumped in a pool of blood, and couldn't help but sigh that the warrior was really hard to die. If it were ordinary people, there would be so many words, so he would have died long ago.

However, when Wang Le thought of the situation where the other party had just fought with him, he also understood in his heart that this was the reason for tempering his physical body. Otherwise, his vitality would not be so strong.

Just as Wang Le was thinking about something, Guan Hong, who was sitting in a pool of blood, slowly raised his head, stared at Wang Le with resentment, and said word by word: "Emperor, kill me in full view of everyone today. I will definitely stay with you in the lower sect in the future..."

Before Guan Hong finished speaking, Wang Le suddenly felt something was wrong. A afterimage moved under his feet and rushed straight towards the other side.

The "bang" sounded sour and even more chilling. Wang Le stepped on Guan Hong's head and pressed it to the ground, and then stomped in with one knife!

Guan Hong's desperate and vicious yelling came to an abrupt end, and he could never say anything he hadn't said yet.

Wang Le didn't want this guy to burst into trouble under the audience in the court.

You should know that there are many things in this world that are placed on the table, and they will be glaring at each other, and there will be no room for any turnaround.

"I want to take the head on my neck, and stomp your skull first!"

Wang Le snorted coldly and muttered to himself as if no one was around, which made the faces of the onlookers change drastically.

Because in their opinion, this is an obvious warning and threat, the corpse under their feet with its head stomped in pieces is the best example.

First, there was Dong Chong who was crossing the street. There was a guy who called himself Yuan Hong of the Black Mountain in front of him. Everyone believed that if they were attacked by the emperor who came from the world, they would have to eat a bowl of broken bone noodles in the soles of the shoes!

In the dark corner of the crowd, the Happy Fish looked at such a cruel and familiar scene in the field, because I had seen it once on the long street outside the Tianshang Renjian Restaurant yesterday.

But I still couldn't help but tremble and said softly, "I'll kill you, but I'll still be so cruel and cruel, and the devil is just like this."

Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang, who were standing next to them, were not both styled. When they met with their eyelids, their faces became extremely serious, because the words of Happy Fish were heard reaching their hearts.

At this time, Mr. Liuzhi, who was standing in front, sighed without looking back, and said deeply: "This child's behavior is extremely vicious and extremely harmful to the heavens. Once he grows up, no one in the martial arts world can restrain him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Cang said hoarsely: "This kind of person's flaws will be repaid. If you can't kill him with one blow, it's better not to provoke him easily."

Uncle Ze, who was standing next to him, whispered, "The death of Guan Hong will be known soon. It will be difficult for the Emperor to escape his life!"

Kuaihuoyu shook his head and retorted: "Guan Hong concealed his true identity, and it was a magnificent battle. The victory of the king and the defeat of the enemy have been like this since ancient times, and there is nothing to say after death. Even if Qinggong is as strong as the peak of the sky, he will see that there is no rival in the central area, but he cannot ignore the rules!"

After a pause, Happy Fish changed the subject again, and said with a hint of gloating tone: "But with Qinggong's style of conduct, this imperial throne will definitely suffer at that time."

Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang did not refute, but nodded in agreement, so they did not say more. After all, this throne has nothing to do with them, so there is no need to waste more talk.

At this time, the Six-Fingered Mr. standing in front said lightly without comment: "It's not the turn of Qinggong to take action. Is there less trouble for the Emperor now?"

"Uh!" Kuaihuoyu was stunned at first, then couldn't help but look at the back of the master in front of him.

As a disciple, although Kuaihuoyu couldn't guess the true thoughts in his master's mind, he could still understand them somehow. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "For the map of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, regardless of whether the Emperor took away the half map of Sun Lequan or not, Master had already become interested in killing."

Thinking of this, the happy fish threw the eyes of Wang Le in the field, unconsciously casting a layer of pity, and then sighed in his heart: "Even if your imperial throne swept across the Baiyujing Xuan List, what if it is invincible? After all, you can't beat a overlord like your master!"

Mr. Liu Finger, standing in front, looked at Wang Le in the field at this time and no longer hesitated. As his eyes opened and closed, murderous intent appeared.

Previously, during the day, he had speculated and even determined that the roots of the throne were hidden worlds, which really made him hesitate.

But the battle that had just ended completely shook his previous judgment, because in his opinion, although the attack and defense of the imperial throne was killed, there was no rule.

Even the disciples of small sects will not behave like this when fighting with others. It must be said that they are afraid and fearful of hidden worlds outside the martial arts world.

After thinking about it, Mr. Liufingered his gaze toward Wang Le, then turned around and looked at his disciples and servants, and said in a deep voice: "This imperial throne is definitely from a worldly and wild path. It does not make people afraid to act rashly, so you must stare at him to death and capture it if necessary!"

The three of them changed drastically, and the twin old servants, Uncle Ze and Uncle Cang, responded respectfully without hesitation.

After the Happy Fish followed the salute, she looked at Mr. Liuzhi carefully and said hesitantly: "Master, if the emperor is born in a wild path and comes from the world of the world, where did he get the cultivation resources to temper his own ** so well? Even under close combat, even Guan Hong, who was from the Piaomiao Peak of Qinggong, could not suppress him."

Mr. Liuzhi looked at his disciple, nodded and praised: "You can think of this, it will be worthwhile to be the teacher's daily teaching."

Without waiting for Happy Yu to be humble, Mr. Liuzhi changed his tone and said, "But Yu'er, you are too young after all."

"Uh!" Happy Fish couldn't help but be stunned, and then said respectfully: "Your Master also asks you to solve your doubts for your disciples."

Mr. Liufinger narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is the martial arts talent of this imperial throne?"

"Uh!" If the person in front of him was not his master, Kuaihuoyu rolled his eyes on the spot, because this problem was too technical.

"Cough!" Kuaihuoyu cleared his throat and replied with a serious look: "From the performance of the Emperor's throne these days, especially when he killed Guan Hong today, his martial arts world cultivation is undoubtedly in the late stage of the Xuan level."

After a pause, the Happy Fish couldn't help but show a hint of envy, and said sincerely: "How old is he to achieve the late stage of the martial arts Xuan level? Looking at the martial arts world, you can count the peers who have achieved such success in one slap."
Chapter completed!