Chapter 47 Three walks with strange painting styles (please subscribe, please vote)

"If you want to die, as you wish!"

Seeing someone dare to climb to the top of the palace, which symbolizes the majesty of the emperor, no matter how grand Ying Zheng is, he can't help but feel angry.

He dismissed everyone and stepped on the eaves of the palace.

The enemy who invited the battle was a young man in his thirties.

He has a tall build, thick eyebrows like swords, and although his face is slightly dark, he has a proud and proud look.

Ying Zheng said calmly: "Who are you from Juelong Mountain?"

"I'm Fu Yichen!"

Fu Yichen, carrying a long sword wrapped in cloth, strode towards Ying Zheng.

"Originally, according to the rules, I should come to you tomorrow, but I can't wait any longer. I want to see the style of the First Emperor, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long knife on his back automatically rolled out of the wrapping cloth, and with a low cry, it slashed towards Ying Zheng like lightning.

In the breeze, a wisp of sound broke through the air, and the blade exploded, forming a breathless vacuum in front of you.

"The intention of the sword? Not bad, but nothing more than that!"

Ying Zheng said lightly and suddenly punched out with his right fist.

Bang!

A knife and a punch collided in mid-air, making a dull sound.

Fu Yichen's expression changed slightly, the blade of the sword rotated rapidly, and in an instant, dozens of sword auras were transformed using the power of Ying Zheng's fist.

Like an endless wave, they launched a fierce attack on Ying Zheng.

Suddenly, in the eyes of everyone below, a large sword light suddenly appeared above.

The sword energy was everywhere, and even the general and the guards below felt their skin sting, and they couldn't help but step backward.

Standing in the center of the whirlpool of sword energy, Ying Zheng seemed completely unaware of it. He did not dodge or dodge, and punched out again.

Boom!

How could Fu Yichen, a mere eighth-level master, be able to resist a true extreme grandmaster?

The next moment, under Fu Yichen's horrified gaze, the sword energy net he had displayed was directly defeated by this punch.

The force of the attack continued unabated and hit him directly in the head.

He still loves to blow people’s heads!

Fu Yichen suddenly remembered all the achievements of Ying Zheng in the master's intelligence, and felt horrified.

At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength and barely avoided this fatal blow.

But he did not stop. Instead, he continued to roll to the side, then jumped at high speed, and stopped only after he was two feet away from Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng did not pursue, but was slightly surprised and said: "Hey, you can actually dodge my punch, not bad!"

Fu Yichen thought he had overestimated Ying Zheng's strength, but he never expected that he would be so strong, and said in a deep voice:

"No, your cultivation is not just as simple as the peak of a grandmaster!"

Ying Zheng said calmly: "I never said that! Why, do you all think so? It seems that your intelligence work is not very good, and this will kill people!"

The corner of Fu Yichen's mouth twitched. With his strength, he could easily deal with three or four grandmasters of the same level, and he might even have a chance to kill them.

During this trip, he originally wanted to test Ying Zheng's skills, thinking that even if he lost, the defeat would not be so ugly.

But the fact is that he, one of the most dignified contemporary walkers in Juelongshan, could not even receive a punch from Ying Zheng.

"No, this guy is definitely a great master like Master!"

Fu Yichen couldn't help but feel moved as he thought.

No one knows better than him how powerful the Grand Master is!

Because his master, Lord Juelong Shan, was the only great master in the world, suppressing all the sects in the East China Sea and making the enemies frightened.

But now, not anymore!

No, you have to pass the news to Master!

As soon as he thought of this, Fu Yichen gave up the idea of ​​continuing the competition and turned around to run away.

"Hey, didn't you say you wanted to fight to the death? Why are you running away now?"

How could Ying Zheng let him get what he wanted? He grabbed forward into the void, and a thick line of true energy tightly bound Fu Yichen's body and pulled him backwards.

Fu Yichen's expression changed drastically, and he struggled desperately. The knife in his hand erupted with the strongest sword light in his life, trying to cut off the connection between himself and Ying Zheng.

But he still underestimated Ying Zheng's strength. When he was about to be caught in front of him, a fierce murderous intent suddenly came through the air and hit Ying Zheng's face.

"Junior brother, I am here to help you!"

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, abandoned Fu Yichen, stretched out his hand, and a faint arrow quenched with poison was suddenly caught in his hand.

"Bad luck!"

He casually threw away the arrow in his hand. The poison on the arrow might be ferocious, but for him, his whole body was always surrounded by Gang Qi, so it had almost no effect.

"Brother, why are you here too?"

Fu Yichen was very surprised when he saw the visitor and quickly ran to him.

The visitor was dressed in clothes made of wild beast furs, with disheveled hair and a beard as long as a halberd, with a wild aura all over his body.

With the bow and arrow in his hand, he looks like a warrior who has just returned from hunting in the jungle.

He is the second person walking in Juelong Mountain, known as "Arrow Demon" Du Chen.

Ying Zheng said quietly: "You also use poison to walk on Juelong Mountain?"

Du Chen grinned his toothy mouth and laughed: "As long as it kills people, using poison just makes the process of killing easier. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have any effect on you!"

Ying Zheng shook his head: "I heard that there are three people walking on Juelong Mountain. Where is the other one? Come out too! Save me the trouble!"

Du Chen sneered: "Why, aren't we senior brothers qualified enough to eat you up?"

Fu Yichen said helplessly: "Second senior brother, no, this guy is a great master!"

Hearing this, Du Chen's expression froze and he cursed: "What do those guys doing intelligence work do?

Such important information has not yet been ascertained. Are you trying to gain power by stepping on our corpses?

You bastard Dongfang Tong, why don’t you come out? If you don’t come out, your bodies will be collected for the two of us!”

Amidst his yelling and cursing, a delicate figure quietly appeared in front of everyone.

Ying Zheng chuckled: "I didn't expect that the number one walker in Juelong Mountain would be a woman, not bad!"

Dongfang Tong's almond-shaped eyes widened: "Why, do you look down on women? Don't think that because you are a great master, I am afraid of you!"

Ying Zheng smiled and said softly: "You three are very interesting. Do you want to consider working under me?"

"It will be impossible for us to betray Master in the next life!"

Dongfang Tong shouted coldly, and a green and red bolt suddenly shot out from her sleeve, hitting Ying Zheng's face directly.

At the same time, Du Chen and Fu Yichen, one on the left and one on the right, cooperated with Dongfang Tong, not escaping but advancing, and they all launched a siege on Ying Zheng.

"I don't believe in evil. With two masters at the eighth level and one master at the ninth level, they can't deal with a mortal emperor!"

Du Chen's words were arrogant, but his strikes were extremely steady. The bow in his hand was like an arm, like a knife and a stick, making a thunderous explosion.

Fu Yichen was calm and focused, and his sword energy almost turned into reality.

With the blessing of the sword's intention, he cut off dozens of astonishingly powerful swords in succession. The tiles on the eaves of the palace were shattered one after another, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Among the three, Dongfang Tong’s attacks are the most powerful and treacherous.

The weapon she used was actually a sword made from dozens of dried snake corpses.

As the sword struck, a shrill scream sounded from the snake corpse sword, causing the eardrums of General Lu and others below to almost tear, and they quickly concentrated their energy and covered their ears.

"If this is all your strength, then I can only say that I am very disappointed!"

Facing the overwhelming attacks, Ying Zheng's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even move a step. He just raised his right fist and then punched it out.

Boom!

For a moment, the attack of the three people was like someone using a sledgehammer to break a big hole, and there was a thunderous explosion, which made the three people's expressions change suddenly, and they all moved to defend themselves.

But it’s of no use!

Under Ying Zheng's thunderous punch, the three people's defenses were like paper, shattered layer by layer. Their bodies were severely injured and flew backwards.

Ying Zheng stepped forward, his body rose into the air, and then he kicked Du Chen heavily like a pendulum, who had not yet landed.

Du Chen snorted, vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his eyes turning white.

But Ying Zheng's attack hadn't stopped yet, and he directly hit Fu Yichen with one punch.

Then he grabbed Dongfang Tong's hair with his big hand and pulled her fiercely to his eyes.

Dongfang Tong screamed, and several red streaks suddenly emerged from his hair, hitting Ying Zheng's eyes directly.

Ying Zheng shouted coldly, and Pi Lian was cut off in mid-air, but it turned out to be several poisonous snakes.

"Your methods are really hard to guard against!"
Chapter completed!