Chapter 1147 Verification!

"The last general is your god general - the monkey!"

Sima Xingzhong's full voice was circulating in the void. His eyes were bright and he stared at Ye Fan like a divine sword, trying to see the clues from Ye Fan's expression. At the same time, the power in his body surged and he was ready to explode at any time!

Although the Wuji Tiger in Ye Fan's arms is very powerful and his aura is exactly the same as that of the Emperor, he is still unable to know whether Ye Fan is the real Emperor or the fake Emperor. He must try Ye Fan's words again.

"Twelve God Generals, Monkey?"

Ye Fan sneered what Sima Xing said, and immediately laughed, and looked at Sima Xing on the ground sarcastically, as if he was watching some joke.

But as he smiled, his face became more chilling.

Because, from Sima Xing's words, it was heard that Sima Xing was still suspicious of him, but Sima Xing doubted him, so why didn't he doubt Sima Xing?

For more than five hundred years, for the saints, it is equivalent to a long dead end to death, but for the struggle for power, these five hundred years are not small. No, let alone five hundred years, even a year or one day, someone will undergo earth-shaking changes in the struggle for power.

Sima Xing has been in charge of his Alchemist Association for a long time. He has seen his character with his own eyes, so he can teach him with confidence. But the facts have proved that he also has times when he is misleading, and Cheng Mo can misleading, so why can't others?

"Sima Xing, you don't have to test me. I can tell you clearly that I am the Emperor!"

"It's been five hundred years, and it has changed a lot. Cheng Mo betrayed me back then, but now do you want to betray me?"

Ye Fan's smile completely restrained and he looked down at Sima Xing with condescending attention.

"The Emperor likes to speak with his fists, but many people also like to speak with his fists. Cheng Mo has been with the Emperor for so many years, and no one knows whether he will create a new Emperor himself!"

"And no one knows whether you are true or false. It's okay to say you are true or false!"

Sima Xing said, slowly getting up from the void, his body law was as vast as the sea, and his eyes were like two dazzling divine suns.

"roar!"

"Bastard, you talk to Xiaobai's father like this, Xiaobai wants you to die!"

When Wuji Hu saw Sima Xing dared to get up and spoke to Ye Fan like this, his tiger's eyes flashed with anger and wanted to kill him, but Ye Fan's hand suddenly rested on it, stopping its attack.

That hand is Ye Fan’s hand!

"Yes, no one proves whether I am the Emperor or not. The glory of the past will turn into dust with a person's death. Even if you start over, your identity will still be questioned!"

"I understand this, I understand it better than anyone else, but what about you?

Sima Xing, how do you prove that you are still loyal to me?"

Ye Fan stopped Wujihu's attack, and his cold eyes immediately fell on Sima Xing.

Although Sima Xing was beaten to the point of being embarrassed by Wujihu and asked him to call himself the Emperor, he never took this "Emperor" seriously because he was also doubting Sima Xing, wondering if Sima Xing was still loyal to him or Cheng Mo?

Or someone else?

Ye Fan loves to be suspicious and likes to think about everything badly.

This is a very bad habit for him!

Because of this habit, he never dared to trust others. Even on a lonely night, there was no one around him, only a cold furnace and cauldron.

However, this very bad habit made him become the emperor who was powerful in Kunlun in his previous life!

Since he was stabbed to death by Cheng Mo, his habit has reached the extreme and he rarely let go of his temper to make friends with others. He doubts no one in his heart except those of Ye Quan who are willing to give his life for him.

Now, facing this old subordinate who has been around for more than 500 years, does he feel no doubt?

That's the ghost!

"Very good, you know this, so let's have a real battle!"

"If you are really the Emperor, you won't forget what you said, right?"

When Sima Xing heard this, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he waved his hands. Two long but without blades, four-edge maces, which were three feet long, were immediately in his hand.

The long mace is thick and there are countless laws on it, blending with the aura around Sima Xing, which is even stronger than when fighting with Wuji Tiger.

This is his biggest trump card. He is not as simple as the president of the Alchemist Association, but also a powerful saint realm of great perfection.

Before, the reason why these two long maces were useless was not that they didn’t want to use them, but that Wujihu was too powerful and left him with no time to use them.

Now, taking advantage of the previous talk, he has restored enough energy and given him enough time. Of course, he will not foolishly not take out weapons.

"Of course, I will remember what I said."

"If you want to know a person's character, just fight him directly, you can know the person's background. People who are open and honest will naturally be open and honest, and people with vicious means will also be vicious!"

"But there is another saying behind this emperor, that is, those who can hide will inevitably hide, and your special mother is not the monkey general of this emperor at all!"

Ye Fan stared at Sima Xing, claiming that he had changed. The silver halberd had shaken hands, his skills were rapidly moving, and his fighting spirit in his eyes was no worse than Sima Xing!

This is a battle that can be avoided, but both sides are unwilling to avoid. He does not know Sima Xing's heart, and Sima Xing does not know his people. Only in a death battle can they identify the two.

"Hmph, that's right, I am indeed not an Emperor Monkey General, but I am an Emperor Horse Forward!"

"Today, let me test you whether it is a real emperor or a fake emperor!"

Sima Xing claimed that he had changed in an instant, and as soon as he finished speaking, the two maces intertwined and rushed towards Ye Fan. The holy intentions around him suddenly arose, like a surging terrible tsunami, which trapped Ye Fan into it.

"Boom!"

Sima Xing's violent and vast power immediately shocked the void around him, and the Nine Heavens Wind hangs upside down, turning into a violent tornado. His power is so powerful that it can destroy the world. If it is placed in the outside world, I don't know how many states it will destroy!

Ye Fan, as the target of Sima Xing's Holy Idea suppression, felt an extremely powerful pressure, slamming down at him like a huge mountain ridge. The black and golden armor immediately flashed endlessly, and thousands of golden talismans appeared to resist the powerful power.

During this period, Ye Fan's eyes seemed to have all kinds of emotions, but in an instant, they were all destroyed by them, and their eyes were cold and full of indifference.

At this time, Sima Xing, who attacked Ye Fan, suddenly changed his eyes and became mysterious and indifferent, as if nothing could affect him, and his powerful aura suddenly increased.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's eyes collided with Sima Xing's sight.

Two pairs of cold eyes met indifferently, and the short distance of ten feet seemed to be infinitely extended and narrowed infinitely at this moment.

"Clang!"

In an instant, a clanging sound suddenly sounded, the void roared, and a strong wind blew everywhere.

When the surrounding wind gradually calmed down, Ye Fan and Sima Xing appeared in their original positions again.

Ye Fan's figure seemed to have never moved, and Sima Xing seemed to have never moved, and he always stood there.

The two of them stood in their original positions, looking at each other, and the entire void was silent, only the Nine Heavens Wind that made countless cultivators below the Divine Travel Realm roar.

And those two people are like two statues that have been passed down for a long time and have been unchanging.

"puff!"

But the statue state of the two of them did not last long. After a moment, Sima Xing's body suddenly trembled violently, and a trace of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Sima Xing's breath quickly became weaker, and his hands holding both maces trembled violently.

A small blood mark appeared between the neck, with blood overflowing, and an invincible sword energy that seemed to be able to kill the sky and destroy the earth!

"Is it okay?"

Ye Fan held the silver halberd, his steps remained motionless, and looked at Sima Xing with his eyes and asked faintly.

"No, it's okay, you, are you really the Emperor?

The Emperor’s swordsmanship is not that powerful!”

Sima Xing gasped on the ground for a long time. This was the void. There was no law and spiritual energy that could be replenished by him. He could only draw from his own cave.

After a while, Sima Xing came back and slowly raised his eyes and looked at Ye Fan and asked.

Previously, they fought once in a flash, and the two of them each made a blow.

It was the most powerful fight between the two of them. They each automatically used the state of unity between man and nature and used the strongest attack!

In the battle, he saw that Ye Fan's cultivation was only the highest level in the saint realm, which was a 100,000-mile difference compared to him, but even with this 100,000-mile difference, he was still defeated, and he was very miserable!

Ye Fan's sword art is very profound. He uses a halberd as a sword. He severely injured him in one move, and the sword energy enters his body, causing him to suffer considerable injuries.

If Ye Fan lifted his halberd and came to kill him at this time, Sima Xing would not know if he could withstand it!

And that's why he is more suspicious of Ye Fan's identity.

As a follower of the Emperor, he knew that the Emperor's cultivation level was indeed powerful. He was proficient in all kinds of talismans, formations, castings, and eighteen weapons. And there were not many Kunluns in comparison.

However, the sword that the person in front of him at this time, even the Emperor in his previous life, could not be used.

If the Emperor’s swordsmanship is known as the saint, then the person in front of him can be regarded as the saint of God!

There is no swordsman in the entire Kunlun that can compete with him!

"You guess yourself. I really don't have time to explain to you now. Anyway, you can do what I told you!"

Ye Fan put away the silver halberd, held the Wuji Tiger, and directly broke through the void and returned to the real world. He didn't want to explain more to Sima Xing!

"Hmph, this temper is the same as the Emperor. I really hope he is the Emperor!"

When Sima Xing saw this scene, he immediately laughed bitterly, broke through the void and walked towards the real world.
Chapter completed!