"I, Lu Mohan, have always behaved with a clear conscience. Even when I took action just now, it was just a joke with Junior Sister Chu Ling. I only hate this Ye Mo. He is so evil and is so vicious. He has repeatedly put my Huangtian disciples at risk.
Death! Ye Fei, if you have the guts, just fight me!"
Lu Mohan was furious.
With the intervention of the Eight-Armed Demon Dragon and Ying Long, the two ancient emperors of the Shenglong Sect, his plan to control the Chu Kingdom had obviously come to nothing, and he was forced to expose his strongest trump card.
And all of this was caused by Ye Fei. Lu Mohan was naturally full of anger towards Ye Fei. This anger must be washed away with Ye Fei's blood.
Facing Lu Mohan's challenge, Ye Fei nodded without thinking, raised his sword, and wished he could have a bloody battle with this hypocritical leader of the Han Alliance. However, his arm was tightly held by Wu Yue
catch.
Even Chu Ling, who broke free from the ice and was rescued by Ying Long, shook her head anxiously at Ye Fei. She had never fought with Lu Mohan and would never know how terrifying this man was. He had killed him in the Dao Lord Realm.
The terrifying evildoer of Human Ancestor has now broken through the Divine Lord, and even Chu Ling feels a chill from the bottom of her heart.
"Ye Fei, you are indeed very strong. But you are no match for Lu Mohan now. If you fight, you will be defeated!" The indifferent voice of the eight-armed demon dragon came from the void.
After all, Ye Fei is the person that the Supreme Sect Master pays attention to, and he has a deep connection with the Dragon Clan. The eight-armed demon dragon does not allow Ye Fei to make any mistakes. Immediately before Ye Fei can open his mouth to challenge, Ying Long is already cold.
He walked towards the ancient emperor of the emperor, "The challenge is eliminated! If you want to fight, I will accompany you to fight, it depends on whether you have the guts!"
Ying Long opened his mouth with a challenge, and still used the dignity of an ancient emperor to challenge a little god. It gave people a very funny feeling, but no one present could laugh.
Lu Mohan's face turned livid with anger. No matter how powerful his bloodline talent was, he was still not stupid enough to challenge the Ancient Emperor Realm with the Divine Lord Realm. Obviously, Yinglong was doing this deliberately to humiliate him, Lu Mo.
Han could not attack Yinglong, so he could only transfer his stronger anger to Ye Fei.
"Trash, you don't even dare to fight in the same realm as me. You are worthy of standing in front of me. If you don't have the support of the ancient emperor, you are only worthy of kneeling on the ground and talking to me!"
Ying Long insulted Lu Mohan, and Lu Mohan couldn't get angry, so he could only humiliate Ye Fei to find a balance. Wu Yue was also frightened and hugged Ye Fei's body tightly, "Brother Ye, don't be impulsive, he just relies on blood."
It’s just powerful, what’s so great about it!”
"Wu Yue, what did you say!" With the support of the ancient emperor, Huang Tian's disciples became arrogant again.
As the ancient emperors of Shenglong Sect and Huangtian appeared one after another, the battles between the Chu Palace and the border troops also stopped. King Chu stood on the side of Huangtian, and his sinister expression became extremely respectful. Emperor Chu hurriedly retreated.
He went to the Demon King and asked nervously: "King Bingjian, how is your injury? Why don't you take the Shenglong Pill?"
"What, the Demon Emperor didn't take the Shenglong Pill?" Ye Fei was startled. You know, the Demon Emperor alone swallowed 90% of the poison that King Chu and Chu Fengxue used against the border troops. Such a lot of poison, swallowed
In one body, if the poison is not detoxified as soon as possible, not to mention the ancestors, even the ancient emperor, may be poisoned to death.
Ignoring the confrontation between the two ancient emperors, Ye Fei hurriedly took out the remaining Shenglong Pill and ran towards the Demon Emperor. Seeing this, King Chu smiled ferociously, shook his head and said: "It's useless, I have swallowed so much poison.
, Even if he is an ancient emperor, he will die within three days. Brother Emperor, you'd better hurry up and bury this good brother of yours, hehe, hehehehe..."
The King of Chu let out a cunning laugh like a nightingale, but his eyes were staring at Ye Fei with great hatred. It was this boy who killed his most proud son, Chu Fengxue.
This hatred cannot be resolved and must be ended with Ye Fei's life.
Suddenly, the King of Chu looked at Lu Mohan again, and offered his advice in a pitiful voice: "Leader Lu, if you want to fight with this son, there is nothing you can do. The poison of King Bingjian was caused by me, and so does the world.
Only I can figure it out! If you make a bet with this, don’t worry, this kid won’t fight you!”
King Chu's words made Lu Mohan's eyes light up.
The faces of Emperor Chu and the Demon Emperor changed drastically. The Demon Emperor looked at Ye Fei with an extremely firm tone, "If Lu Mohan challenges you again, you must not agree, otherwise, I will treat you as my disciple."
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"But Master, if I don't fight, how can the poison on your body be cured?" Ye Fei was depressed. He knew that the Demon Emperor was doing it for his own good, but how could he just watch the Demon Emperor die like this?
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Subconsciously, Ye Fei looked at the eight-armed demon dragon and Yinglong, but saw that these two ancient dragon emperors frowned and shook their heads, "Your master has swallowed too many poisons and is too vicious. Even if we are
, and it can’t be solved..."
After all, the person who poisoned him was an ancient emperor who was good at using poison. The eight-armed demon dragon and Yinglong were both willing and powerless.
Ye Fei's heart sank sharply, and the words of the two ancient emperors made King Chu laugh sharply, "Ye Fei, I have to remind you that King Bingjian's poison will last for three hours.
It may cause a complete attack, and his life or death is entirely controlled by your thoughts."
"No, I will die..."
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Before he finished speaking, a black pot had already hit the back of the Demon Emperor's head. Ye Fei's eyes also showed apologies, "Master, I'm sorry, I can only be willful this time. Lu Mohan, I'm with you."
To fight, the premise is that you must order King Chu to undo my master’s poison first!”
"Okay! King Chu, give him the antidote!" Lu Mohan sneered. He didn't care about the life and death of the Demon Emperor at all. Now, he just wanted to kill Ye Fei to get rid of the bad breath in his heart.
Seeing that Ye Fei actually accepted the challenge, Wu Yue and Chu Ling became anxious. Knowing that they could not stop Ye Fei, they could only look at the eight-armed demon dragon and Ying Long, "Two martial uncles, stop him quickly!"
"How to stop him? He fights for his master. This is a righteous thing! If we stop him again, won't we let outsiders look down on our Shenglong Sect?" Yinglong shook his head helplessly, looking at Ye Fei's eyes, a hint of appreciation suddenly appeared,
He turned his head again and glanced at the eight-armed demon dragon.
The eight-armed demon dragon also nodded, and suddenly took a step forward coldly. Just when everyone thought that he might stop Ye Fei, one of his arms slapped Ye Fei heavily on the shoulder, "Boy, although the Lord ordered
, I won’t let you be in danger, but you value love and justice so much, I can’t stop you. Emperor Tian, you can fight if you want, but there must be a prerequisite, this kid..."
The remaining seven arms pointed at Lu Mohan coldly at the same time, "If this kid has the guts, he must promise not to use the power of his blood. Only in this way is it fair!"
After all, Lu Mohan's most powerful thing is his twelfth-level bloodline talent. This makes Lu Mohan stand out among the heroes and rarely encounters an opponent. If Lu Mohan inspires his bloodline, Ye Fei will definitely not be Lu Mohan's opponent.
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Therefore, the eight-armed demon dragon specially added a restriction to this challenge, not allowing Lu Mohan to use the power of his bloodline. (To be continued)