"This little brother, I have to spare people and spare people. I haven't told you how. Why do you have to put me to death?"

Xuan unexpectedly smiled femininely, and now his life and death is between Lingdao’s thoughts, and he does not feel embarrassed. For the arrogant son of heaven, living is the most important thing.

As long as he gives him time, he can become the master of the Black Emperor Palace, and even prove the emperor. When he succeeded in the position of the emperor, other warriors would mention what he did today and know how wise he is.

"Now knowing for mercy? If they fall into your current situation, will you let them go?"

Although the blond man is asking, but from his expression, it can be seen that his heart already has an answer. It’s useless to let Xuan’s innocence be as clever as a spring.

It was because of this point that Xuan had no reason to continue to explain. Moreover, he did not try to escape, because he knew that it was impossible to escape from the birth of a strong man like a blond man.

"You said that they are bullying, are you not?"

A middle-aged man in a black shirt rushed out of the air. Xuan had no time to be a goddess. He was there. Of course, Ling Dao and the blond man were not allowed to kill the mysterious period. After all, Xuan had no time for the Emperor.

Even if it is the emperor power of the Black Emperor Palace, there will not be too many geniuses with the posture of the Great. The high-level of the Black Emperor Palace, he was hiding in the dark, for fear of any accident.

The high-level defense of the Black Emperor Palace is not a blond man, but the embers of the Yellow Emperor Palace. The appearance of the blond man was completely unexpected at the high level of the Black Emperor Palace. Unfortunately, he has never seen a blond man, taking it for granted that the blond man is the ember of the Yellow Emperor Palace.

The blond man is the brother of Lingdao. He is not surprised. After all, the butterfly dance is the apprentice of the Emperor. To say that there is no intersection between the emperor of the Yellow Emperor and the Emperor of the Immaculate, he certainly does not believe.

"Chu brothers?!"

Xuan had a great overjoyed hope, and this Chu brother is also the sacred king of the Black Emperor Palace. The difference is that this Chu brother has seven temples. The peak of the king's kingdom is the same as that of the Tianzun Jingfeng. Although it is the peak of the current realm, their strength can continue to grow.

The four temples are not the limits of the strong kings of the Holy King. Then there are the Five Kings, the Six Kings, the Seven Kings, the Eight Kings, and the Nine Kings. As for the Holy King of the Ten Temples, it only exists in the legend, and no one has ever seen it.

"Is he? Seven Temples, Wang Chulin?"

The customs also know Chu Linyue, because the strength of Chu Linyue is not much bigger than the style. On the strength, only the style of the four temples is definitely not the opponent of Chu Linyue.

However, given the time of the customs, the customs have confidence to surpass Chu Linyue. Because the sacred kings eventually have several temples, they will be restricted by several Tianfu in Tianzun.

There are only seven heavenly monarchs, and after becoming a strong king, they can only conceal seven temples. And with eight Tianfu's tyrants, eight temples can be condensed in the holy kingdom. By analogy, it is hopeful that Tianzun will break through to the holy kingdom.

"The Seven Temples of the Holy King?"

The blond man’s brows are slightly picky, and Chu Linyue’s hidden means are indeed extraordinary. If Chu Linyue did not appear, he did not find the trace of Chu Linyue. This is not to say that Chu Linyue’s strength is stronger than that of a blond man, but that the blond man is sloppy.

"I also give you two choices, either to apologize to my brother, or I will cramp your skin!"

Chu Lin Yue Ju said that the seven kings have the arrogance of the seven kings. He is mimicking the tone of the blond man before, but Xuan’s injury is too heavy.

Even if he suppressed the realm of the blond man to the middle of the holy kingdom, Xuan had no chance to be the opponent of the blond man. Therefore, he can only be hands-on, with his strength, to kill the blond man, it should not be difficult.

"What do you say? I want to apologize?"

The blond man licked his ears, as if he heard the best laughter under the sun, and laughed. That is to say, Chu Linyue does not know his true strength, otherwise, Chu Linyue certainly does not dare to say such a thing.

"First of all, I didn't bully, on age, they are not smaller than me. Secondly, based on your waste, what qualifications do you have to apologize?"

Faced with the style and mysterious, the blond man is such a arrogant, I did not expect that now facing Chu Linyue, the blond man is still such a arrogant.

The blond man’s fearlessness made Chu Linyue’s face dignified. After all, the blond man knew that he was the Seventh Temple, and he still did not put him in his eyes. It was obvious that the blond man must rely on it.

"A big tone, I have to look at it, your strength is not worthy of your tone."

Chu Linyue did not hesitate, and immediately raised the sword in his hand and smashed it toward the blond man. His moves are unpretentious, but anyone can feel the horror of this move.

Those in the distance, Tian Zun once again retreat, Chu Linyue's edge, far more than the style and mysterious period. Even the style of stimulating the silver dragon sword will be bleak in the face of such a move.

One knife smashed out, the yin and yang reversed, and the five elements shattered. In the void, a crack of hundreds of feet, like a black hole, sucked all the nearby flowers and trees.

The horror of the knife, like the ability to destroy everything, not to mention the first blond man, even those who watch the battle, but also feel the pain of the knife.

"Hey, have the courage, try to eat the old grandson!"

The golden long stick is in the hands of the blond man, welcoming the storm, and there are thousands of feet in the blink of an eye. The seven kings of the holy king Chu Linyue really have to deal with them more than the customs and mysterious, but compared with him, still far from the difference.

"Hey!"

Without any fancy sticks, on the sword of Chu Linyue, there was a sky of Mars. The blond man stood in the same place and did not retreat in half a step. On the other hand, Chu Linyue, stepping back thirty-seven steps, barely stabilized his figure.

Chu Linyue’s eyes are full of sorrow. From the performance of the blond man, the attack just happened, just a stick. If the blond man is serious, is he still an opponent of a blond man?

"Who is he? Even the Seven Kings are not his opponents?"

"If I didn't make a mistake, he should be the embers of the Yellow Emperor's Palace. Otherwise, how can he maintain Lingdao and Butterfly Dance everywhere?"

It is normal for them to have such an idea. Although Lingdao is a emperor, Lingjia of Tianlingyu has no foundation. To say that Lingjia can cultivate such a strong man like a blond man, they really do not believe.