Chapter 579 Under the sword of massacre, who dares to show its edge?
Chapter 579: Under the sword of massacre, who dares to show his edge?
The turmoil in Zuochen Palace was like thunder roaring.
It woke up countless people.
Everyone in the Jiuzhou Shrine thought that an unfathomable master would appear.
Everyone was on alert as if they were facing a formidable enemy!
The ten armies were comparable to the crucian carp crossing the river. They wore armor made of cold star iron and held weapons issued by the shrine. They surrounded Zuochen Hall in the shortest possible time.
Hundreds of archers drew their bowstrings and aimed at the intruders.
There were swarms of wild beasts on the ground, roaring angrily.
Birds were flying high in the sky, and their cries echoed through the dark night.
The Twelve Protectors of the Holy Realm and Ye Mohan were both within their encirclement.
A man wearing black iron armor and wearing the six-pointed star medal of the seventh-grade general of the shrine, holding a silver spear, and his majestic momentum is as majestic as a mountain, like a powerful general in all directions!
He came on horseback, looked at the back of the man in the collapsed house, and said angrily: "Breaking into the Jiuzhou Shrine at night, destroying the buildings of the shrine, and attacking the people in charge of the shrine inside the shrine, you guys are so audacious!! Shijiu
What is the law of the continent and the authority of the temple?"
In the dark night, under the starry sky.
The man wore a spacious, inky black robe, had a tall figure and evil features.
There seems to be a strange trend surging deep in a pair of purple eyes.
He stepped on Ye Xiaoxun, who was screaming in agony, and stood in the mess, holding a massacre sword dripping with blood. His expression was tired and pure, and his eyes were somewhat sinister.
The Twelve Guardians suddenly landed on the ground and stood behind him. At first glance, it was like a shocking visual feast.
There are only thirteen people, but they are comparable to a million lions!
"Saint Realm Emperor?"
The seventh-grade general was stunned.
Ye Mohan's escape from prison was resolved peacefully with the Jiuzhou Shrine. Why is this guy making trouble again?
Ye Mohan didn't say a word, but he raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword split the sky, and the sound of breaking the wind exploded between everyone's eardrums.
But I saw that the tens of thousands of sword blades held by the army soldiers were vibrating violently. After reaching a certain level, they separated from the soldiers' hands and gathered in the sky.
All the thousands of swords above his head shattered into pieces and exploded like fireworks!
"Sword...Emperor..." The seventh-grade war general was stunned again.
It was rumored that the Holy Emperor was of the rank of Sword Master, but he never thought that he was already a Sword Emperor!
The King of Ten Thousand Swords is the only one who is supreme.
Under the sword of massacre, who dares to touch its edge?
Ye Mohan thrust his sword into the ground, and with his slender, jade-like, but fair and pretty hands, he gently flicked away the dust on his sleeves.
The movements are graceful and slow, neither fast nor slow. It looks so damn beautiful under the hazy moonlight!
After pondering for a moment, he slowly raised his thick, dark eyelashes, his cold purple eyes kept secret, and casually glanced at the people in front of him, then stepped on Ye Xiaoxun's knee wound.
Speaking of this, Ye Mohan looked at Ye Xiaoxun helplessly and said lightly: "I don't know how Mrs. Tianhuang teaches her children. She is so weak that she is not as good as a wild dog in the mountains. It's a pity."
Ye Xiaoxun's eyes were red and he was in great pain. He lay staring in a pool of blood, unable to defend himself.
The Blood Protector looked at Ye Mohan's side face and twitched the corner of his mouth, furiously accusing this man of being shameless in his heart.
He crippled someone's legs, and then blamed him for being weak and unable to withstand the beating. In the world, this is the only one who can do it.
The protectors looked at the seventh-grade general again.
This man is Mu Chenhai, the seventh-grade general of the Jiuzhou Shrine and the second son of the old uncle of the Mu Mansion in Beizhou.