Chapter five hundred and seventeen mocking the emperor
Chapter 517: Taunting the Holy Emperor
"Who are you?" The man in the golden robe returned his gaze to Xia Yan's face and spoke in an indifferent voice. However, in this indifference, there was an unnoticeable anger.
When Xia Yan heard the other party's question, he turned his eyes, the smile on his lips gradually spread, and he raised his voice and said, "Xia Yan, a cultivator of the Heavenly Palace of Dragon Continent! Who are you?"
Judging from the other party's clothes, this man wearing a golden robe must be a practitioner from the Dark Night Continent. Xia Yan has probably concluded in his heart that this person is the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent. However, although Xia Yan can probably
Sure, but I still asked.
"A cultivator from the Celestial Palace?" The man in golden robe was slightly startled. The expression on his face was condensed at first, and then he immediately returned to indifference and said, "When did a cultivator as powerful as you appear in the Celestial Palace of the Dragon Continent?
Judging from your strength, you are not far from the realm of the Spiritual Emperor, are you? Moreover, your state of mind has completed its transformation. Otherwise, it is impossible for you to not be affected at all by the drink I just made."
"As for who I am, it's okay to tell you. I am the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, Zhong Wuhua!" Zhong Wuhua said his name, "Just now, I asked you to stop, but you dared to ignore it. Strike
Kill my subordinates, and also seize the innate attack artifact Fengming Sword. Humph, with your strength, are you trying to provoke me?"
Zhong Wuhua snorted coldly, with a flash of light in his eyes, and squeezed the palms of his long sleeves slightly. His eyes suddenly turned and looked in the direction behind Xia Yan.
The Holy Emperor of the Dragon Continent, along with a group of Heavenly Palace practitioners, slowly flew over from ten thousand meters away and arrived several hundred meters or nearly a thousand meters behind Xia Yan.
The Tiangong cultivators who were fighting against the Dark Night Continent cultivators also stopped fighting each other and flew backwards.
Zhang Lianqi flew in front of the Holy Emperor and saluted him. His face was still a little pale. The spiritual power in his body had been almost exhausted just now. If Xia Yan hadn't taken action in time, he would have defeated Zhu Fangying's attack.
It turned into a pile of minced meat.
Vice Sect Master Zhao and others who were watching the show in the distance all had complicated expressions on their faces as they flew further away. The two Holy Emperors appeared at the same time, and they did not dare to take the lead. With their strength, they were definitely no match for the Holy Emperor.
"Haha...a joke, a big joke! Zhong Wuhua, if you tell me to stop, do I have to stop?" Xia Yan said with a smile, "You are the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, and you have supreme authority over the practitioners of the Dark Night Continent.
right. But I am a cultivator of the Dragon Continent, and I don’t need to obey your orders. Just now, Zhu Fangying wanted to kill me, a Tiangong cultivator, and of course I was rude to him. I can only blame him for his strength when he was killed.
not enough."
Xia Yan showed no fear at all, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Xia Yan, how dare you speak to me like this!" Zhong Wuhua said harshly, turning his eyes to look at Xia Yan, the spiritual power around his body began to twitch and throb again!
"Zhong Wuhua, so what if I talk to you like this!" The Holy Emperor suddenly spoke not far behind Xia Yan, "Zhong Wuhua, isn't it inappropriate for you to show up at this time? Huh, what happened between them just now?
In the fight between Zhang Liangqi and Zhu Fangying, I never took action. Even if Zhang Lienqi was about to be killed by Zhu Fangying, I didn’t use any means to stop him. And you..."
The Holy Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly. Just now, Zhong Wuhua had broken the rules by directly intervening in the fight between Xia Yan and Zhu Fangying.
"Fang Muyu!" Zhong Wuhua looked at the Holy Emperor of the Dragon Continent and said the name of the Holy Emperor of the Dragon Continent. He suddenly fell into silence. In his eyes, various brilliance appeared and then gradually disappeared.
The Holy Emperor of Dragon Continent is named Fang Muyu.
What Fang Muyu said was indeed correct. It was him who broke the rules. It was reasonable for Xia Yan to kill Zhu Fangying. As far as the relationship between the two continents was concerned, they were originally hostile. As the Holy Emperor of the two continents, he must
You shouldn't interfere in the fights among the cultivators below. Otherwise, it would be breaking the unwritten rules.
After a while, Zhong Wuhua said, "Zhu Fangying's death is due to his lack of strength. However, the Fengming Sword is the artifact of our Dark Night Continent. Fang Muyu, let your subordinate use it
Hand it over, and this matter will end here!"
Zhong Wuhua, of course, was not willing to let the Fengming Sword fall into Xia Yan's hands. If the Fengming Sword fell into Xia Yan's hands, then the Dark Night Continent would lose an innate attack artifact, while the Dragon Continent would have an additional innate attack weapon.
Artifact. The contrast in strength between the two continents is one that waxes and wanes, and the gap will naturally widen.
"You want me to hand over the Fengming Sword?" Xia Yan smiled slightly, turned around and looked at Holy Emperor Fang Muyu, then turned around again, looked at Zhong Wuhua, and shook his head gently.
Suddenly, Xia Yan's body flashed with brilliance, and a faint blood color and blood mist appeared out of thin air.
This blood color is exactly the blood in Xia Yan's body. The blood color is directly connected to the Fengming Sword in his hand. After the Fengming Sword is connected with the blood color, the sword light shines brightly and emits a long chant. In an instant, it disappears in Xia Yan.
In Yan's hand, it was integrated into Xia Yan's body.
"You want me to return the Fengming Sword. What a wishful thinking!"
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Zhong Wuhua's body trembled when he saw Xia Yan actually asking Fengming Sword to recognize its master in front of him.
He never expected that Xia Yan would dare to challenge his majesty like this. After he asked him to return the Fengming Sword, he actually asked him to recognize the Fengming Sword as its owner.
This guy is too courageous!
"Bastard!" Zhong Wuhua shouted sharply. This time, he was really furious! Even the cultivators from the hostile continent Dragon Continent, before this, no cultivator under the Spirit Emperor realm dared to do this.
Provoke him directly in front of him!
You must know that although the peak Spirit Sect and Spirit Emperor are only one level lower, if they are together, they will naturally be a step or even several times weaker in terms of momentum.
For example, other Tiangong cultivators would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous as Xia Yan in front of Zhong Wuhua. The difference in level is a world of difference.
This kind of weakness does not mean that they are timid, but a kind of natural majesty from the superior to the inferior.
However, this kind of majesty was not worth mentioning in front of Xia Yan and had no effect at all! Xia Yan asked Fengming Sword to recognize its master in front of him.
This is simply...
This is simply a slap in the face! Even if Xia Yan refuses to return the Fengming Sword, he can't just let the Fengming Sword recognize its owner in front of him, right? And this Xia Yan actually scolded him and ridiculed him rudely.
, and even called him naive!!!
"Huhuhu~"
Waves of spiritual power suddenly rose around Zhong Wuhua. Zhong Wuhua's arm was suddenly grabbed from her long sleeve, and a majestic spiritual power rushed directly towards Xia Yan.
How could a majestic emperor endure being slapped in the face if he continued to endure it? At this moment, Zhong Wuhua wanted to tear Xia Yan into pieces.
This spiritual power quickly swept through the thousand-meter sky between the two people and arrived close to Xia Yan.
"No, Zhong Wuhua took action against Xia Yan in anger!"
"He is the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent. He is extremely powerful. Xia Yan is no match for him!" The Tiangong practitioners all opened their eyes wide and were a little excited.
"Lord Holy Emperor, Zhong Wuhua wants to kill Xia Yan!" Zhang Lianqi immediately said nervously.
Just now Xia Yan took action against Zhu Fangying and saved his life. Of course he had a huge affection for Xia Yan. Seeing that Xia Yan was about to be killed, of course he was moved and immediately said this to the Holy Emperor.
Holy Emperor Fang Muyu also looked at Zhong Wuhua coldly and attacked Xia Yan.
Xia Yan felt the fierce attack when it reached his side, but he didn't panic. He calmly pushed forward with both palms, and the fierce force surged out of his body, forming a square barrier to resist the opponent's attack.
"boom!"
A huge force hit the square barrier formed by Xia Yan's spiritual power. Xia Yan's spiritual power could not be leaked at all. The barrier formed by his spiritual power seemed to be a solid body. At this time,
Collided by Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power, the square barrier trembled violently.
Many Celestial Palace practitioners can see it clearly.
The square barrier gradually shattered, forming a completely flowing spiritual power. Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power penetrated the square barrier and pressed down on Xia Yan again.
As soon as Xia Yan released the square barrier, his body flew backwards and flew hundreds of meters, watching coldly as his spiritual power was defeated by Zhong Wuhua's attack.
"Thunder Sword, come out!"
Xia Yan shouted loudly, and the sword energy of the Thunder Sword instantly turned into a giant dragon, moving toward the long-toothed five-clawed waste of spiritual power released by Zhong Wuhua, and tightly wrapped the spiritual power.
"Crack~"
"No!" Xia Yan's eyes flashed, he shouted loudly, and his body suddenly flew out. Xia Yan did not expect that the sword energy of the Thunder Sword could not block Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power for long.
"Phoenix Sword, come out!" Xia Yan shouted again after his body flew hundreds of meters away. A phoenix holding a long tail also rose into the sky, flying across a thousand meters of sky in an instant, raising its head, and pecked
Xiang Zhong Wuhua's body.
And the body of the long dragon that was transformed into the sword energy of the Thunder Sword is breaking apart inch by inch at this moment, and is about to be defeated by Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power!
"Hmph, do you think that two divine weapons can compete with me!" When Zhong Wuhua saw the sword energy phoenix attacking in front of him, he let out a cold snort. His body did not retreat at all, and he grabbed the sword with his free left hand.
Phoenix swooped down, grabbed Phoenix's neck directly, rotated his arms, and threw Phoenix into the air.
Seeing this scene, Xia Yan was even more horrified, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
"How can the Spiritual Emperor be so powerful? With one hand, you can directly seize and neutralize the attack of the artifact activated by my spiritual power, and throw it from a distance?" Xia Yan's mind was spinning. At this moment,
, the long dragon transformed into the Thunder Sword Qi was also completely destroyed by Zhong Wuhua's attack. Zhong Wuhua's spiritual attack surged towards Xia Yan's body again.