At the same time, a dull sound of horses came over, and dust flew up.
After a while, a convoy of hundreds of carriages appeared in the sight of Ling Hao and everyone.
At the front were four middle-aged men, each riding a snow-white horse.
It can be seen from the aura on their bodies that they all have the cultivation level of the eighth-grade God Emperor.
Behind the four people was an open-top luxury car, with a sixty-year-old man in a python robe half lying on the seat.
Two beauties with enchanting looks and hot bodies were waiting carefully around him.
The man in the python robe is none other than the prince of the Qingyuan Empire, Feng Mo!
After a while, the opponent's convoy stopped a kilometer away from Ling Hao and the others.
"Bastard, whoever is in the way, get out of here right away if you don't want to die!" One of the eighth-grade God Emperors rode up to the front and shouted loudly not far away.
While speaking, he glanced at Ling Hao and the others.
"Idiot!" Qinglong replied speechlessly: "Don't you know us?"
"Hmph! Who do you think you are? I should know you..." the man responded angrily.
Halfway through his words, he seemed to recognize Ling Hao: "It's you?!"
"Surprising?" Ling Hao replied.
"You are really not afraid of death!" the man replied and then shouted loudly behind him.
"Your Majesty, this is the boy named Ling!"
call!
As his words rang out, Feng Mo flew up from the air like a roc spreading its wings.
At the same time, twenty or thirty people flew out from other carriages and followed Feng Mo closely.
"As expected, it's you!" Feng Mo said in a deep voice as he landed a hundred meters away.
While speaking, he glanced at Ling Hao and the others, as well as Pang Yu, Gu Song and others behind them.
"I'm curious, what's the purpose of bringing these two hundred people here?"
"Are you here to express your surrender to our Qingyuan Empire? Are you here specifically to welcome us into the city?"
"You are so old and thick-skinned!" Xuan Pang shouted: "You are a little guy like you and you still want us to surrender. You are really dreaming!"
"You bastard! If you dare to be disrespectful to the prince, you will die!" The eighth-grade divine emperor raised his hand and swept over him with a palm.
"Get lost!" Lu Yue's voice sounded at the same time, and a sword light came forward to greet him.
pedal…
There was a muffled sound, and the man slid straight for twenty or thirty meters before stopping.
"Boy, if you dare to take action, lie down!" After the man stabilized his body, a flash of anger flashed on his face.
He felt very embarrassed to be forced back so far by a seventh-level young man in front of so many people.
As he spoke, the aura on his body rose rapidly, and then he raised his hand to form a mysterious mark and blasted it out.
"Death!" Lu Yue said coldly.
Immediately afterwards, the Heavenly Sword pulled out an arc-shaped blade and shot out quickly, as powerful as breaking a bamboo.
"God, if you can't take it, leave now!"
After sensing the power of Lu Yue's sword, an old man of the ninth grade God Emperor shouted loudly.
At the same time as the words sounded, a violent fist wind roared towards Lu Yue.
Bang!
The three attacks collided with each other at the same time, and each of the three people was knocked back.
"You are so damned!"
The eighth-level man's face turned pale for a moment. If the ninth-level old man hadn't taken action, he would have been lying down by now.
