At this moment, even General Xiao Changhai couldn't keep calm anymore!

The dignified lower emperor had his arm cut off by a single face in the face of Bai Ye, so would anyone in the whole ethereal country be his opponent?

"Bastard!! I want to kill you!"

Yue Jian was not afraid, on the contrary, he was even more furious. With a roar, the heavenly soul merged, and the terrifying Yuan Li mixed with the emperor's energy to a sharp sword, stabbed towards Bai Ye.

The horrible air blade directly pierced the void and shook the ring. The terrifying air pressure was like two huge hands, one left and the right pinched Bai Ye, making him unable to dodge!

"Be careful!"

People from Fengyun Nation hurriedly called.

But the next second...

Whoosh!

The white night disappeared again.

The hearts of the ethereal people suddenly tightened, and they felt bad.

Seeing that Bai Ye appeared above Yue Jian at some point, he stabbed him with a sword.

"Dead!" Yue Jian was furious, and the power of the raging sea surged upward with his arm strength.

Confronting positively, he is a lower emperor, an emperor killer, and there is no reason to be afraid of a pseudo-emperor!

However, no matter how pure his imperial qi is, when he touches Bai Ye, the smoke disappears in an instant, as if there is a layer of invisible meat grinder around Bai Ye, crushing any matter close to him.

Yue Jian's nerves were tense, and his face was shocked.

Bai Ye has been cut down with a sword.

impossible!

impossible!

How could my imperial spirit be so fragile! It must be fake!

Yue Jian's heart beats wildly, and then roars sharply, defending with imperial energy: "Endless imperial energy!"

However... his proud and pure imperial qi is like paper paste at the moment, and it is instantly penetrated by the black sword. The sharp blade is like a falling tiger's head, unobstructed and submerged into his head. .

Puff!

Yue Jian was divided into two, blood surged, and his person followed the footsteps of Kuaijian!

The audience, momentarily!

A great emperor! Just like this!

People looked at the ring dullly, and they all set off huge waves in their hearts!

Is that human being? Is it so easy to behead the emperor? That's the lower emperor! Unless it is the middle emperor! Otherwise, there can be no such power...

"Who is he? Who is he?" Fang Zhengyi stared at Bai Ye with round eyes, and his lips kept screaming.

But no one around answered him.

"No wonder he can break through the barrier and enter the ninth heaven. It turns out that his power is so terrible..." Lang Mubai muttered, turned his head quickly, and asked Tiansong: "Master, does he hide his soul realm?"

"No." Tiansong's eyes burst with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice: "He is indeed in the realm of the pseudo-emperor, but his power is very unique...In addition, his imperial spirit... is actually stronger than the lower emperor.

"What?" Lang Mubai thought his ears had misheard.

The imperial spirit of a pseudo-emperor... is actually stronger than the lower emperor? What is the logic?

Lang Mubai wanted to question his master very much, but in the past few years, no matter what, whoever, Master has never looked away.

"Maybe this person won't be able to join our Fengyun Nation so easily." Tiansong looked at the people on the ring, sighed, and said calmly: "After all, none of us can control him."

Bai Ye didn't take any effort to slash Yue Jian again, immediately alarming the surrounding area, and the surrounding area was boiling. Even the statue-like adjudicator raised his head, looking at the pseudo-emperor in surprise.

The misty people who had been clamoring for Yue Jian to torture and kill Bai Ye before all closed their mouths and looked at the ring with pale faces.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"General, we will lose if this continues."

"This person... is so strong!"

The trembling voices one after another.

The giants on both sides were watching the white night, and no one expected that this little pseudo-emperor could dominate the duel, and even the next great emperor was in his hands, even if Fang Zhengyi went up, there was no big chance of winning.

The layman watched the excitement, the insider watched the doorway, and both were great emperors. Fang Zhengyi could see how weak Yue Jian was when Yue Jian fought against Bai Ye just now. Everything he was proud of was ruined by Bai Ye, he asked himself I can't do it myself.

"General!" Fang Zhengyi turned his head and looked at Xiao Changhai.

He didn't want to go, it would be a fierce battle.

And even if Bai Ye was killed, Lang Mubai who was behind would be very difficult to deal with.

Without Yue Jian, there is no advantage of the ethereal country.

Before they knew it, everyone discovered that the victorious balance had fallen towards Fengyun Nation under the power of Bai Ye.

"Are you timid?"

Xiao Changhai snorted coldly.

Fang Zhengyi's body shook slightly, and he whispered: "How can justice be afraid of war?"

"This is a martial arts duel, the most sacred duel on the mainland. You can only fight. There is no retreat. If you give up, my ethereal country will lose one-third of the land, and you will become the sinner of the country! You think Clear!!" Xiao Changhai said coldly.

Fang Zhengyi gritted his teeth and scolded Xiao Changhai a hundred times in his heart, but at this point, he had no retreat.

Wow!

There was a burst of sound, and Fang Zhengyi jumped into the ring.

The crowd became more irritable, and countless people shouted and stared at Fang Zhengyi!

This is the strongest presence in the fascinating team.

If Fang Zhengyi loses, then the defeat of the ethereal country is set.

"Your Excellency is so good. Even Yue Jian was easily beheaded by Your Excellency. It is really admirable, but you don't know your name?" Fang Zhengyi said with a fist.

"White night!" Bai Ye said lightly.

"Bai Ye? Good name." Fang Zhengyi nodded and thought for a while, but he couldn't remember that there was such a person on the Emperor Killing list. Could it be that some hermit genius was born?

"Listening to your accent does not seem to be from Fengyun country?"

"It's not."

"Then why do you want to help Fengyun Nation?"

"Others ask me, but I have nothing to do, so I came to see it."

"..." Fang Zhengyi suddenly felt that this sentence was so ironic, the dignified emperor, did he just watch it?

He took a deep breath, rationalized his thoughts, and smiled lightly: "If this is the case, can you please give up this martial arts duel? What benefits did he promise your Excellency? My Misty Country is willing to promise you twice."

As soon as these words fell, Fengyun Nation's people immediately became nervous.

"Master Bai, as long as you can win this martial arts duel for us, we can satisfy you what you want." Lang Mubai hurriedly shouted.

"Hehe, ridiculous, what kind of promise does a weak country have? You can't even control yourself!" Fang Zhengyi smiled disdainfully: "Master Bai, the national power of our Misty Nation is not comparable to that of Fengyun and the country. They can do it. We can do things, and we can do things that they can't do. We can satisfy you, far greater than his Fengyun Nation!"

"Oh? Then I really think about it." Bai Ye nodded.

This move caused countless people in Fengyun Kingdom to be frightened. Bai Ye is their last hope. If they give up the duel, Fengyun Kingdom will undoubtedly lose.

"Brother Bai, our Fengyun Nation is indeed a weak elementary school, and we cannot promise you too much. However, the old man can promise you as a national teacher, as long as you are willing to help me to win this martial arts duel, my Fengyun Nation will be in the future. I will treat you with the courtesy of the grandpa. If you have any needs, we will help the whole country and will never regret it." At this time, Tian Song stood up with an extremely serious expression.

"Oh?" Bai Ye glanced at the old man, those sunken eyes were filled with determination and seriousness. It was obvious that Tiansong was willing to go.

Bai Ye didn't speak, but looked at Misty Country.

The general on the other side, Xiao Changhai, remained silent, and Fang Zhengyi still spoke.

"Brother White, I said before, what Fengyun Nation can do, so can our Misty Nation."

"So your attitude is consistent with Fengyun Nation?"

"Not bad!"

"That's it..." Bai Ye thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, after all, I promised Fengyun Nation before, it's not my style to go back, duel, let's continue."

When Fang Zhengyi heard this, a cold light flashed across his eyes: "Your Excellency, consider it carefully..."

"No, the things I decide will not change!"

"Really, you must not regret it. The reason why I told you so much to you is not because you are afraid of you, but because you don't want to waste extra energy. If you think that you are like Yue Jian, it would be a big mistake. Wrong, Yue Jian only took advantage of the opportunity to enter the lower emperor, and the time to enter was short, and his control of the emperor's qi was very weak. It would not take much effort for me to kill him." Fang Zhengyi's voice became cold. .

"If that's the case, let's do it, don't waste time."

A trace of warfare appeared in Bai Ye's eyes.

"Huh! You asked for this!"

Fang Zhengyi let out a low cry, and his imperial energy burst out, pouring out like a mountain torrent, and instantly filled the ring.

Seeing that he grabbed it with one hand, a long sword condensed from Emperor Qi appeared, and as his arm shook, the sword of Emperor Qi flew over.

"Oh? The power of this imperial spirit is indeed several times stronger than Yue Jian's, but it is far from reaching the level of the middle emperor."

A burst of light broke out in Bai Ye's eyes and a smile appeared on his face. He didn't know how to stand on the spot.

There was a thin layer of streamer rippling all over his body, and under the sunlight, it flickered like a mirror.

"Let me try how strong the defense of Qi Tian Immortal Body is!"

Bai Ye murmured, and simply closed his eyes.

"what?"

Fang Zhengyi was stunned.

This guy... doesn't even do defense?

But the next second, he was shocked instantly.

But look at that sword of imperial energy slammed into Bai Ye's body.

Cang Dang!

The air sword exploded.

And Bai Ye...not hurt at all!

"This... how is this possible?" Fang Zhengyi was sweating coldly, his back was cold...

Bai Ye opened his eyes and touched his chest.

Although there is no flesh and blood, but...

It hurts!