"Who are you?!" The man in the golden robe fell on Xia Yan's face again. An indifferent voice came out of his mouth, but in this indifference, there was an unbearable anger.
Xia Yan heard the other party's question, his eyes turned, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually spread, and he raised his voice and said, "Xia Yan, a practitioner of Tiangong in the Dragon Continent! Who are you?!"
Judging from the other party's clothes, this person in the golden robe must be a cultivator from the Dark Night Continent. In Xia Yan's heart, he had probably concluded that this person was the Holy Emperor of Dark Night Continent. However, although Xia Yan was probably sure, he still asked.
"Tiangong cultivator?!" The man in the golden robe was slightly taken aback, his face froze for a moment, and then he immediately returned to indifference, and said, "When did a powerful cultivator like you appear in the Tiangong of the Dragon Continent? .Looking at your strength, you are not far from the realm of the Spirit Emperor, right? Besides, your state of mind has already completed the transformation. Otherwise, you would not be unaffected by my drink just now."
"As for who I am, it's okay to tell you, I am the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, Zhong Wuhua!" Zhong Wuhua said his name, "Just now, I told you to stop, but you dare to ignore it. Killing my subordinates, and snatching the innate attack weapon Fengming Sword. Hmph, with your strength, do you want to provoke me?!"
Zhong Wuhua snorted coldly, his eyes flashed, and he pinched his palms that were tucked into his long sleeves slightly. His gaze suddenly turned to look behind Xia Yan.
The Holy Emperor of the Dragon Continent, with a group of Tiangong practitioners, slowly flew over from 10,000 meters away, and has arrived at a distance of hundreds of meters or nearly a thousand meters behind Xia Yan.
Those Tiangong practitioners who were fighting against the practitioners from the Dark Night Continent also stopped fighting each other. Each flew backwards.
Zhang Lianqi flew to the Holy Emperor at this time and saluted the Holy Emperor. His face was still a little pale. The spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted just now. If Xia Yan hadn't made a timely move, he would have turned Zhu Fangying into a pile of minced meat under the attack.
Deputy Sovereign Zhao and others who were watching the play in the distance had complicated expressions and flew further away. The two holy emperors appeared at the same time, but they didn't dare to show their heads. With their strength, they are absolutely no match for the Holy Emperor.
"Haha... a joke, a big joke! Zhong Wuhua, you told me to stop, do I have to stop?!" Xia Yan said with a smile, "You are the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, and you are supreme to the cultivators of the Dark Night Continent. As for me, I am a practitioner of Dragon Land, so I don’t need to obey your orders. Just now Zhu Fangying wanted to kill me as a practitioner of Tiangong, so of course I was rude to him. He was killed by me. I can only blame his strength not enough."
Xia Yan showed no sign of fear, his voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Xia Yan, how dare you talk to me like that!" Zhong Wuhua's tone was sharp, and he turned his eyes to look at Xia Yan, the spiritual power around his body throbbed again!
"Zhong Wuhua, so what if you talk to you like this!" Shenghuang suddenly said not far behind Xia Yan, "Zhong Wuhua, is it a little inappropriate for you to show up at this time? Hmph, what happened between them just now? Even though Zhang Lianqi was about to be killed by Zhu Fangying, I didn't use any means to stop it. And you... "
Sheng Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, just now Zhong Wuhua directly intervened in the fight between Xia Yan and Zhu Fangying, which had broken the rules.
"Fang Muyu!" Zhong Wuhua looked at the Sacred Emperor of the Dragon Continent, said the name of the Sacred Emperor of the Dragon Continent, and suddenly fell silent. In his eyes, various brilliance appeared and gradually disappeared.
The Holy Emperor of the Dragon Continent, his name is Fang Muyu.
What Fang Muyu said was indeed true. It was him who broke the rules. It was reasonable for Xia Yan to kill Zhu Fangying, considering the relationship between the two continents. It was originally hostile. And as the Holy Emperor of the two continents, he should never intervene in the struggle of the practitioners below, otherwise, it would be breaking the unwritten rules.
After a while, Zhong Wuhua said, "Zhu Fangying's death is considered to be his lack of strength. However, that Fengming sword is my magic weapon in the Dark Night Continent. Fang Muyu, you asked your subordinate to use it Hand it over, this matter is over!"
Zhong Wuhua, of course, was not reconciled to Fengming Sword being obtained by Xia Yan. If the Fengming Sword fell into Xia Yan's hands, the Dark Night Continent would lose an innate attack artifact, and the Dragon Continent would have an additional innate attack artifact. The strength of the two continents is compared, and the gap will naturally increase.
"Ask me to hand over the Fengming Sword?!" Xia Yan smiled slightly, turned to look at the Holy Emperor Fang Muyu, and then turned to look at Zhong Wuhua. He shook his head slightly.
Suddenly, a brilliance flashed on Xia Yan's body, and a faint blood color and blood mist appeared out of thin air.
This blood color is exactly the blood in Xia Yan's body. The blood color is directly connected to the Fengming Sword in his hand. After the Fengming sword was connected with the bloody color, the light of the sword flourished, and it uttered a series of long chants, and disappeared in Xia Yan's hands in an instant. Being integrated into the body by Xia Yan.
"It's wishful thinking to want me to return the Fengming Sword!" Xia Yan said at this time, "There is no reason to spit out the meat in your mouth! Zhong Wuhua, as the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, you are so naive !"
That Zhong Wuhua, seeing Xia Yan in front of him, let Feng Mingjian recognize the master, his body shook violently.
He never expected that Xia Yan would dare to challenge his majesty like this. After asking him to return Feng Mingjian, he actually let Feng Mingjian recognize the master directly.
This guy is too courageous!
"Bastard!" Zhong Wuhua yelled, this time, he was really furious! Even if it is a cultivator who is hostile to the Dragon Continent, before this, no cultivator below the realm of the Spirit Emperor dared to provoke him directly in front of him like this!
You know, although the peak Lingzong and Linghuang powerhouses are only one level lower. But if the two are together, in terms of momentum, they will naturally be weaker or even inferior.
For example, other Tiangong cultivators would not dare to be as presumptuous as Xia Yan in front of Zhong Wuhua at this time. A difference in realm is a world of difference.
This kind of weakness does not mean that they are timid in their hearts, but a kind of natural majesty of the superiors to the inferiors.
However, this kind of majesty is not worth mentioning in front of Xia Yan, and it has no effect at all! In front of him, Xia Yan asked Feng Mingjian to recognize the master.
It's just...
This is simply a slap in the face! Even if Xia Yan refused to return Feng Mingjian, he couldn't let Feng Mingjian recognize his master directly in front of him, right? And this Xia Yan, unexpectedly scolded him unceremoniously. Ridiculous him, and even said he was naive!
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Waves of spiritual power surged up beside Zhong Wuhua in an instant, and Zhong Wuhua's arm was suddenly grabbed from the long sleeve, and a majestic spiritual power rushed directly towards Xia Yan.
Being slapped in the face, if you continue to endure it, how can the majestic emperor be able to bear it? At this moment, Zhong Wuhua wished he could tear Xia Yan into pieces.
This wave of spiritual power quickly swept across the thousand-meter sky between the two of them, and arrived near Xia Yan.
"Not good, Zhong Wuhua, angrily attacked Xia Yan!"
"He is the Holy Emperor of the Dark Night Continent, and his strength is extremely powerful. Xia Yan is absolutely no match!" The Tiangong practitioners all opened their eyes wide, and everyone was a little excited.
"Master Sheng Huang, that Zhong Wuhua wants to kill Xia Yan!" Zhang Lianqi said nervously immediately.
Just now Xia Yan took action against Zhu Fangying and saved his life, so of course he has a great affection for Xia Yan. Seeing that Xia Yan was about to be killed at this time, of course he was moved, and immediately said so to the Holy Emperor.
Shenghuang Fang Muyu also looked at Zhong Wuhua coldly, and attacked Xia Yan.
Xia Yan felt the fierce attack, and when he reached his side, he calmly pushed forward with both palms, and fierce force gushed out from his body, forming a square barrier to block the opponent's attack.
"boom!"
A huge force hit heavily on the square barrier formed by Xia Yan's spiritual power. Xia Yan's spiritual power can already be kept from leaking out. The barrier formed by his spiritual power seemed to be an entity. At this time, when Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power collided, the square barrier trembled violently.
Many Tiangong practitioners can see clearly.
The square barrier gradually shattered, forming a completely flowing spiritual power. And Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power penetrated the square barrier and pressed down on Xia Yan again.
As soon as Xia Yan released the square barrier, his body backed up and flew hundreds of meters, watching his spiritual power crushed by Zhong Wuhua's attack with cold eyes.
"Thunder Sword, come out!"
Xia Yan shouted loudly, and the sword energy of the Jinglei Sword instantly turned into a giant dragon, moving towards the long-toothed and five-clawed waste of spiritual power released by Zhong Wuhua, wrapping that spiritual power tightly.
"Cracking..."
"Not good!" Xia Yan's eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly, and his body flew out suddenly. Xia Yan didn't expect that the sword energy of Jinglei Sword would be completely unable to block Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power for a long time.
"Fengming Sword, come out!" After Xia Yan's body flew hundreds of meters away again, he shouted again, a phoenix with a long tail also soared into the sky, flew over a thousand meters in an instant, raised its head, and pecked Xiang Zhong has a flowerless body.
And the long dragon formed by Jinglei Jianjian's gas is currently breaking apart inch by inch, and it is about to be crushed by Zhong Wuhua's spiritual power!
"Hmph, do you think that two artifacts can compete with me!" Zhong Wuhua let out a cold snort when she saw the sword Qi Phoenix attacking her, her body didn't retreat at all, and her free left hand grabbed it immediately. The phoenix swooped down, grabbed phoenix's neck directly, and spun phoenix with his arms, throwing phoenix fiercely into the air.
Seeing this scene, Xia Yan was even more horrified, his eyes widened like copper bells.
"The realm of the Linghuang is so strong? With one hand, I can attack the divine weapon driven by my spiritual power, grab it and defuse it, and throw it far away?!" Xia Yan's thoughts turned, right here At that time, the long dragon formed by Jinglei Sword Qi was also completely destroyed by Zhong Wuhua's attack, and Zhong Wuhua's spiritual attack once again surged towards Xia Yan's body.