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The middle-aged man stroked his beard and smiled: "My lord, Zhao Youde!"

"Oh? So what do you want to do?" Wu Qiong was curious.

"Warriors have caused chaos in the rivers and lakes, and the people of the world have suffered for a long time. Today is the day when you will be wiped out." Zhao Youde said complacently, "Now that the country has lost its master, a hero should be born to stabilize the situation, and this person... ..."

"Couldn't Uncle Huang talk about himself again?" Zhao Wuyu remained expressionless.

"Your Highness is worrying too much." Zhao Youde said with a smile, "There is someone else who wins the throne."

Zhao Wuyu's expression changed: "Zhao Wuji!"

"That's right, it's me." Zhao Wuji walked out from the crowd, "Brother Huang, I didn't expect that!"

Zhao Wuyu remained silent.

"There is no need to rush this matter, don't let outsiders see the joke." Zhao Youde scanned the crowd, "It's better to deal with outsiders first."

"I'm afraid that the old prince is ignorant of his potential cultivation behind closed doors." Shu Chuanhen shook his head, "How can you defeat us with just a 'Horse Void Realm'?"

"Pavilion Master hasn't noticed yet?" Zhao Wuji said quietly, "Pavilion Master, why don't you feel the condition of the true essence in your body?"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji didn't look a little arrogant and ignorant.

Shu Chuanhen and the others felt their expressions changed slightly:

"when......"

"When you leave your names on the stele." Zhao Youde continued.

Pei Tugou frowned, and said word by word: "There is poison on the stele..."

"That's right." Zao Wou-ki nodded, "When you touched the stele, the poison on the stele has already invaded your whole body. Thinking about it at this moment, it should have an attack."

"You! Pfft..." Shu Chuanhen's seven orifices ooze blood.

The unparalleled sword aura in his body erupted wantonly at this moment, and his own sword aura melted like white snow in the sun, but within a moment, all his internal organs had been smashed to pieces.

At this time, he can still breathe, purely relying on his strong body in the "Void Hole Realm" to forcibly support him.

"Haha! Starting today! Qin! Wulin sect can no longer ride on the head of the imperial court! No more! No!" Zhao Youde waved his hand casually to kill the dying Shu Chuanhen.

He glanced at the corpses on the ground, and said: "Wuji, you send someone to deal with the warriors who came with these people, don't let any one go."

"As for this place, I will leave it to the king." He walked slowly towards Wu Qiong.

"Your Excellency is indeed extremely powerful, and you can still hold on."

Wu Qiong looked at him fixedly, with strange eyes.

That look... as if looking at a fool.

"You... don't you think there's something wrong?"

Zhao Youde smiled: "Is there anything wrong with this king? These 'Taoism Natural Realm' and 'Cave Void Realm' are all dead, and your Excellency is exhausted.

This king has nothing to be afraid of...Pfft..."

He stopped abruptly, covering his mouth with his hand.

Then he opened his hand, only to see that the slightly trembling palm was full of dazzling scarlet.

"This..." He turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji who was standing still, "Wuji! You..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Emperor, please go with peace of mind." Zhao Wuji said indifferently, "There is no need for a Supreme Emperor to dictate between me and Zhao Wuyu."

Moreover, this imperial uncle was the direct culprit who killed Ah Zhen's family.

He only found out after returning to the palace these days that A-Zhen's father...had been tortured beyond human form. He held on to his last breath and waited until Zhao Wou-ki. After knowing that A-Zhen was fine, he closed his eyes. However passed away.

Zhao Youde's eyes were about to burst, and suddenly he felt a chill on his chest.

Lowering his head, he saw a rouge-colored long sword pierced into his chest.

"Uncle, I just returned that sentence to you." Wu Qiong withdrew his long sword, and the smile on his face was as bad as it could be, as if he was possessed by Malik City.

"My lord, I didn't expect that."

Zhao Youde, with the emperor's dream hidden in his heart for 40 years, King Wuwei of the Great Qin Dynasty, whose single time is equal to the time he was alive, rushed to the street.

"Wuji, you..." Zhao Wuyu looked complicated.

"Stop talking." Zao Wou-ki turned his back and left slowly, "I will rely on my own strength to make you admit defeat, external force...doesn't need it."

Zhao Wuyu sighed, collected his mood, and began to deal with the aftermath.

But Wu Qiong had already drifted away without a trace.

It's a pity that these people are still not strong enough to stimulate his potential and help him reach the "beyond realm".

Although, these people all died in the pills that hid the sword energy.

But the sword energy is still his, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Qu Wuming is worthy of the name 'Sword Master'..." Wu Wangsheng among the melon-eating crowd sighed.

Someone was puzzled: "He basically didn't do anything, so what does it have to do with him?"

Wu Wangsheng squinted at the man, pointed at the intricate sword marks on the square: "See these sword auras?

Naqu Wuming hadn't fired a single sword yet, but the invisible sword energy alone could kill so many masters in an instant. If you say he can't do it, you can do it! "

People who eat melons: "..."

Why do I want to be here and still listen to your BB?

If you hadn't given me ten taels of silver, I wouldn't have bothered to be a fan of you!

Wu Wangsheng continued to lament the power of Qu Wuming, and the smile in his eyes slowly disappeared.

It's cool to brag about one person and still make a lot of money!

That's right, those masters who asked him to help promote themselves were incidental, and Qu Wuming's 1000 taels of silver was the big one.

Yet there is a bigger portion.

That was the 2000 taels of silver that Yue Dong came out to ask him to help brag about Qu Wuming.

This wave is fine.