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Chapter four hundred and eighty fourth forced palace

Chapter 484 of the main text of the Lord God Xiaoyao!

It is extremely wide, and it is made of a ferocious animal skin of more than ten feet in size.

The leaders of each tribe were sitting on both sides. The central area was covered with a layer of animal skin, and fists-sized gems were floating around the tent.

It emits a soft light, dispelling the darkness in the tent and turning the tent into a place of light.

Yang Qifeng sat upright on the main seat, and at this moment he was silent, his expression could not show his joy or anger, but he occasionally showed an unbearable look.

The curtain of the big tent was lifted open, Xuanyuan walked in with his head held high, and Xuanyuan's sword straddled his waist, which was full of heroic spirit, which made people impressed, but that was all the past.

Yang Qifeng looked at Xuanyuan calmly, and Xuanyuan's aura was looked at by Yang Qifeng.

As Xuanyuan changed from Xuanyuan Ji, his foundation began to collapse. Although his energy increased significantly, Xuanyuan could not completely transform the landline of his energy into his own thing.

So luck seems to be more, but it is just external luck. It seems to be very beautiful, but it is like a fortress on the beach, which will collapse directly with just one push.

Just as Yang Qifeng expected, Xuanyuan, who was lucky and perfect, was difficult to start.

At this moment, the luck in Yang Qifeng's eyes showed signs of collapse, like a flawless jade bowl. At this moment, a gap appeared on it, and luck began to leak continuously in this gap.

Although luck is not a fast leak, luck is not always leaking.

"Lord!" Xuanyuan was considerate and came to the big tent to take the lead in the gift, without any fault.

"I wonder what the king of the country is looking for Xuanyuan?"

What's the matter? Don't you think about it in your heart?

All the things in front of him were obvious. At this moment, he was pretending to be confused. Yang Qifeng didn't speak, and looked at the leader of the Tengu tribe.

The leader of the Tengu tribe immediately shuddered and suddenly stood up and said, "Xuanyuan!"

The voice of the leader of the Tengu tribe was not loud, but it could not resist the quieter in the tent at this moment. At this moment, everyone's eyes were gathered on the leader of the Tengu tribe.

"This time I invite Xuanyuan to discuss with Xuanyuan!"

"Jiu Li Chiyou is powerful, and although Chiyou is a man with high abilities, he is not afraid of it."

"But Chiyou has the tiger soul sword in his hand, and he is invincible in the world."

"This tiger spirit sword is born from the evil spirit of heaven and earth. It is fierce and shocking. It absorbs the evil spirit of heaven and earth and grows up all the time. The evil spirit on the battlefield is the nutrients of the tiger spirit sword."

"If the Hupo Sword continues to grow, we will all die without a place to bury."

"Xuanyuan When you were born, I was also on the scene and saw that Xuanyuan Sword."

"Do you want me to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword?" Xuanyuan interrupted the words of the leader of the Tengu Tribe and directly expressed the final meaning of the leader of the Tengu Tribe.

The leader of the Tengu tribe's words came to an abrupt end and was interrupted directly by Xuanyuan, with an unpleasant expression. If it were Xuanyuan at the beginning, the leader of the Tengu tribe would certainly not dare to offend him.

Don’t just interrupt your words, even if you scold the leader of the Tengou tribe, the leader of the Tengou tribe will accept it with a smile.

But now is different from the past. The golden body of Xuanyuan's body has been shattered. He has performed tasks many times in a row, either something happened or encountering Chiyou.

It’s okay to say once, but after two or three times, the accident is no longer an accident.

So after Xuanyuan's words fell, he spoke directly and decisively:

"Yes, the king of Shaodian can only defeat Jiuli Chiyou if he holds the Xuanyuan Sword, so he also asked Xuanyuan to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword."

"This is not what I mean by myself, but the people in the world."

“That’s exactly that!”

Immediately someone stood up and agreed, and directly pointed it at Xuanyuan and began to bombard and preach: "Jiu Li Chiyou is cruel and unruly, and he killed countless people along the way."

"Even the world's ruler of Yan Emperor has become the dead soul under Chiyou's sword."

"Now the king of the country is already the last hope to resist Chiyou. If the king of the country is defeated again, the world will be under the control of Chiyou."

"With Chiyou's tyranny, I don't know how many people will die, but as long as Xuanyuan you deliver the Xuanyuan Sword to the king, the king will defeat Chiyou and restore the world to stability."

"For the sake of the world, for all living beings, and for the sake of the country of Xiong, I also asked Xuanyuan to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword."

The messy sounds began to sound, but the only thing that was to persuade Xuanyuan to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Please hand over the Xuanyuan Sword!"

Finally, everyone unified their voices and spoke in unison.

"The king of the country means it?" Xuanyuan glanced at everyone, and finally looked at Yang Qifeng, who was sitting in the main seat, and asked.

Yang Qifeng's eyes showed an unbearable look, and the eyes of the sky had already opened, watching Xuanyuan's energy.

Forced to palace is not useless.

With the words of these tribal leaders, Xuanyuan's luck is decreasing.

This is like a knife, slashing Xuanyuan one after another. If Xuanyuan had a natural fortune and a strong foundation, such a urge to the palace would not have appeared at all.

Even if it appears, there will be a solution, which will not shake Xuanyuan's luck at all.

But now with their words, Xuanyuan's luck is constantly being worn out. Yang Qifeng knew that the temperature was almost done, and sighed and said:

"The father took the treasure of his son and never heard of it."

"But this matter is about the world. If Chiyou is allowed to unify the world and become the common ruler of the world, then the people of the world will be in trouble."

"The world will fall into darkness. I don't know how many innocent people will die, I don't know what the future of the human race will be, and whether humanity can be established."

"I have to ask for Xuanyuan, your Xuanyuan Sword, I have no choice."

"For the great cause of the human race, I have not yet conquered all living beings in the world. I have taken this infatuation alone. I only wish all living beings in the world peace."

"The king of the country is noble, Xuanyuan, why don't you take out the Xuanyuan sword?" The leader of the Tiangou tribe looked at Xuanyuan without saying a word, and directly scolded him.

"Is it because I can't bear to part with Xuanyuan?"

"I never thought that Xuanyuan, you are so selfish, and you actually put your own interests above all sentient beings,"

"If you lose this battle of fighting, it will be your responsibility for Xuanyuan. You will become a sinner of the human race. You will not only be insulted by the people of all races in the world, but also be despised by future generations."

"Stop!" Yang Qifeng scolded the leader of the Tiangou tribe, looked at Xuanyuan Pinghe and said: "I don't know how to be greedy for Xuanyuan Sword. Just use it for a while, and when the battle of the Battle of Lu is won, I will return Xuanyuan you."

"And I will never forget that Xuanyuan, you will give the credit for Xuanyuan Sword. From now on, Xuanyuan, you are the young master of the Xiong Kingdom, and the Xiong Kingdom will be yours in the future."

"If this is not enough,"

"Then as long as I defeat Chiyou, I will abdicate immediately."
Chapter completed!
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