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Chapter 156 Burning Knife

After careful counting, I found that there were exactly fifty people in this group.

The powerful true warriors gathered in the nearby area, whether they were the Emperor of Humanity or the Emperor of Destruction, before they could get close, they shunned them like scorpions and tigers. They all fell silent and retreated to both sides like a tide!

Fifty people in large cloaks with scimitars at their waists walked shoulder to shoulder as if they were in a deserted place, without squinting their eyes, and walked directly towards the location of the mysterious emperor.

With every step closer, the infinite sword intent doubled, not only driving back the powerful ones on the ground, but also dispelling the clouds in the sky, leaving everyone breathless. If they were not within the range of the warrior emperor's energy,

Inside, hitting this unintentional force head-on would be enough to kill an innate warrior!

Publicity, tacit understanding, and even a vague smell of "tragic"!

It wasn't until today that Liu Shuzhu realized what it meant to be truly consistent and invincible!

Monk Yanji and Master Xuansen were also disturbed by the sword intent. They were no longer busy healing their wounds, but stood around Liu Shuzhu respectively. The young monk and Jun Yao also came to him; Yu Qingya and Zhao Ziyun returned to their elders.

in front of.

Host Xuan Sen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and sighed: "When a scimitar is born, the desert is filled with clouds. So many scimitars and cloaks gather together, and the sword intent condenses into one, and they can compete with the three masters after the merger!"

The three Buddhist monks share the same mind and virtue, and after uniting, they have the posture of a 'quasi-emperor'.

What is a quasi-emperor?

A quasi-emperor is one who has surpassed perfection, but has not yet entered the vague level of the emperor's gate. It cannot yet be called a precise 'realm'. But apart from the warrior emperor, according to the strength of the quasi-emperor, among the perfect and powerful people in the human race,

Already invincible!

Although there are only three conjoined monks and fifty big cloaks, these people are still slightly inferior compared to the two. But you must know that the gap in the cultivation of one's destiny cannot be easily made up by the number of people. And these

Despite the indifferent expressions of the swordsmen, everyone is actually the strongest person in perfection, which made the Bodhi Mad Monk give such a high evaluation.

Monk Yanji shook his head and said: "These people are stronger."

"You two little monks, don't talk nonsense. They are so full of shit, why didn't I notice it?" The mysterious emperor leaned on the dragon chair with a look of laziness on his face.

Fifty men with scimitars and large cloaks were not walking very fast, but they quickly arrived in front of them.

When they were still more than a hundred meters away, they started walking in different directions.

Fifty people stood in a ring with the dragon chair where the mysterious emperor sat as the center of the circle, surrounding the emperor, Liu Shuzhu and others in the circle!

The Lord of Qingshan City had mentioned earlier that there were rumors that the Scimitar Overlord had a big cloak and was heading to the north. At this time, the direction in which the big cloaks appeared was also coming from the north. As the saying goes, come

Those who are not good will never come. Judging from the posture of these people, even when facing an extremely noble Martial Emperor, they did not show the slightest intention of retreating. It was obvious that they were coming for the Great Emperor!

After everyone stood still, someone walked out and walked straight to the dragon chair with his head held high. His arms were still folded on his chest, hidden under his cloak. He must have been holding a scimitar in one hand at all times.

The handle has never been let go at any time.

This man in the big cloak has a particularly majestic body and looks to be in his fifties or sixties. Most of his face is tattooed with rough totems. The most conspicuous facial feature is his tall nose bridge and aquiline nose.

He bowed slightly to the mysterious emperor, the amplitude was so small that it was almost imperceptible, and there was no obvious expression.

"Emperor."

The mysterious emperor sounded unhappy and responded: "I'm listening."

"We came here for the Emperor. When we heard that you were born, we chased you all the way to Mobei, then turned back, and finally caught up with you here." His tone was stiff, without any respect, but it was just right and did not appear to be overbearing.

While speaking, his eyelids drooped slightly and he kept looking at his toes.

"Why are you chasing this emperor? I'm not a tender-skinned woman!" the mysterious emperor said disapprovingly.

The hooked nose replied: "You know why."

With the cultivation level of Perfect Realm, if you dare to speak to Emperor Wu in such a tone, except for the overlord forces, I am afraid no one in the world can do it!

Seeing that he could not be frightened, the mysterious emperor became furious: "You natives, why are you so fucking vengeful? It's been several years, isn't it all over now?"

The aquiline nose was not annoyed and said: "My great emperor has an order and I want you to explain it."

"Did Emperor Scimitar send you here?"

"yes."

The mysterious emperor rubbed the mud in his hands and did not say whether he was going or not. Instead, he asked: "Hooked Nose, which one are you from?"

"The Sindar tribe, the first great cloak, Sindameye." Sindameye replied calmly.

The faces of the Lord of Qingshan City and others changed slightly, as if they knew the identity of the other party. Hao Yidao also raised his eyebrows. This guy is following the mysterious emperor, so he must know a lot of things!

Seeing Liu Shuzhu's confused face, he sent a message to him to explain, regardless of whether the big shots around him could detect it.

"The Scimitar Tribe, although it is known as the overlord of the Western Desert, its way of survival is still relatively primitive, including more than twenty tribes and branches, large and small. Such as Balai, Babu, Dia, Xina, Xinda, Tu

Ha and so on..."

"The totems on each tribe's face are different, but it is difficult for outsiders to recognize them."

"And this Sindar tribe is the fifth largest tribe in the tribe. It's no wonder that so many great cloaks are born at once... Also, the highest leader of each tribe is the first great cloak."

The fifth largest tribe... Liu Shuzhu was petrified on the spot, and he was so shocked that he could hardly open his mouth from ear to ear!

In the entire Western Desert Buddhism, there were only more than sixty monks who had sat at the gate of death and participated in the bitter meditation, and the old monks who had reached the perfect state. Later, most of them perished in the battle of the giant cities; while there were nearly a thousand large cities in the Western Desert, the Ming Dynasty

There are only a dozen or so Perfection City Lords on the surface; the Western Desert Overlord Force is only a fifth-ranked tribe, but fifty Perfection strong men suddenly came. How can it not be shocking?

Hao Yidao seemed to be able to understand his mood at this time, and continued to transmit the message: "Among the ten sects, you may think that the heritage refers to the number of treasures accumulated in the sect. But the real overlord force is fighting for the strong and the inheritance of the emperor.

As long as the inheritance of the Great Emperor continues, the number of strong men it possesses will always prevail, no matter how many treasures it has, it cannot be exchanged for it. Only in this way will the overlord's power be ever-lasting!"

"The Simba tribe?" His thoughts were interrupted by the mysterious emperor's voice: "I didn't provoke you either, Wuhua Chicken, which tribe did I fight with last time?"

Hao Yidao and Zindameyer said at the same time: "Babu!"

"Yes, yes." The mysterious emperor slapped his forehead, "This is Babu. Doesn't that Babu tribe always use its power to bully your Sindar tribe? If you stand up for them, wouldn't it be a thankless effort?

"

Zindameyer said: "The Scimitar Tribe, internal affairs must give way to external affairs. Emperor Zun wants to come with us."

The mysterious emperor's old face pulled back, "The birth of the ancient land is about to come, and the remnants of the ancient times will also return. I don't want to move. Your machete master wants to see me, so let him do it himself. You little kids, get out of here, or else

I have fallen out."

Cindameyer suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly in front of the mysterious emperor. At that moment, there seemed to be two crescent-like sword lights, slashing at the mysterious emperor together!

But they all dissipated in front of the emperor.

Without any warning, Zindameyer suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Draw the sword!"

Zheng——!!

The sound of the sword crackled the ears and pierced the clouds, and it was uniform. Except for himself, the forty-nine great cloaks more than a hundred meters away all had their scimitars unsheathed, and the swords were drawn out uniformly!

In the distance, those strong men who were not within the range of Emperor Wu's aura covered their ears one after another, and their body surface Qi rose to resist the sudden sound of the sword. However, when the sword suddenly sounded, many people did not have time to protect their bodies and their minds.

He was shocked and retreated farther away in embarrassment!

Forty-nine knives, each one is as curved as a crescent moon, but at the same time as bright as the blazing sun!

The blade was red, but it was different from Liu Shuzhu's long scarlet knife. These scimitars seemed to have just been taken out of the furnace and had not had time to cool down. On the blades, you could see groups of flames beating and burning. The scimitars

As soon as they came out, the sand at the feet of those big cloaks merged into a magma-like form. They hadn't really fought yet, but they were already so powerful!

Sindameye bowed slightly to the mysterious emperor again: "There is no regret in the sword, please come with us, or you will fight with us."

Dare to draw a sword against the emperor!

The mysterious emperor suddenly changed his expression to calm, looking like he was really angry.

"You natives, you really don't know what is good and what is good. If your emperor comes to invite you, I will give him some face. But you are too small to underestimate this emperor. Today... I will kill your majesty.

None of you should leave!" As he said that, he stood up from the back of his chair. With a wave of his hand, the desert retreated away, and within a radius of several hundred meters, it suddenly became a scene of boundless starry sky!

Together with a dozen or so of Perfection, Liu Shuzhu and others, they all wrapped themselves in.

As soon as the stars came out, the forty-nine great cloaks seemed to be far away from them.

The mysterious emperor looked at Zindameyer in amusement, stretched out his index finger, dipped a few sips of saliva into his mouth, and then lit many shining light spots in the vast starry sky, no more, no less, exactly forty-nine.

"Star comes!"

The shining light spots began to magnify in the eyes, and they were actually forty-nine bright stars, falling from the starry sky, pulling their long light tails, and smashing down on the forty-nine big cloaks respectively!

These are not real stars, but manifestations of the Great Emperor's magical powers.

Although we know that it is all an illusion, its power and visual impact make it impossible to distinguish the authenticity from the fake!

The stars are roaring, magnified to the extreme!

The scimitars in the hands of the forty-nine great cloaks all rose up, without fear, and they slashed at the stars respectively!

Everything happened silently.

The starlight quickly overlapped with the burning sword light, and was annihilated in the eyes. The big cloaks shook their bodies, and then raised the scimitars in their hands to kill the mysterious emperor!

The scimitar in Zindameyer's hand was about to be unsheathed, but the mysterious emperor pressed his hand on it and couldn't pull it out no matter what!


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