The emperor who covers the sky spares his life

Chapter 263

call out!
A thick sword energy swept across like a black mountain peak.

"Damn the world, how the hell would pick the time to make trouble!"

Gu Xiaofan made a move, blocking the mountain-like sword energy.

But then a series of sky-reaching sword energy flew up, blocking the way forward.

The clanging sword shook the sky, tearing the sky and the earth apart, and when the ripples spread out, they would destroy everything and destroy everything.

The one who came was an old killer in the world, who had already touched the threshold of Dao Slashing, and was stronger than ordinary Dao Slashing masters.

Gu Xiaofan, Pang Bo and Dongfang Ye shot at the same time, smashing all the sword energy.

But after such a delay, the ancient creatures behind caught up.

Everyone was besieged, and there was another bloody battle, and Li Heishui was about to follow in Liu Kou's footsteps.

At this moment, the sound of killing suddenly sounded in the distance, shaking the world!

"Siege our descendants and bully the thirteen bandits!"

"Kill my grandson, blood debt!"

"kill!"

Wu Dao, the fifth bandit, Liu Feng, the sixth bandit, Tutian, the seventh bandit, Li Heng, the eighth bandit, and Jiang Yi, the ninth bandit, led the crowd to kill them.

The advantage in the number of primordial creatures was wiped out in an instant, and their failures were immediately revealed.

Just like a mob, when the wind is down, one is better than the other, and when the wind is headed, they will immediately disperse.

The so-called Primordial Royal Clan and Primordial Ominous Clan were all like this, and they were defeated by soldiers and horses of the Thirteen Great Rebels.

Of the three Dao Slayer Kings, one was blown up by Gu Xiaofan with his bare hands, the other was sucked into jerky by Tu Tian with the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, and the last one was turned into a meat paste by Pang Bo and Dongfang Ye.

And the elites of the so-called ancient races fought at the same level, even Li Heishui was far inferior, and several people were killed.

"Grandpa, how did you find this place?"

After narrowly escaping from death, Li Heishui panted heavily.

"The old blind man figured out that you guys are in trouble, let us bring people to support you," replied the eighth bandit, Li Heng.

"Is the old man out of customs?" Li Heishui asked again.

"Well, he still has something to deal with, so he didn't come together."

Seeing that his grandson was safe and sound, Li Heng's heart hanging in his throat could finally be put back.

But the sixth eldest Kou Liufeng sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man, with endless sadness deep in his eyes.

"Grandpa Liu, Liu Kou..." Wu Zhongtian hesitated to speak, he really didn't know how to speak.

"I already know, can you tell me... How did Kouer die?"

Liu Kou is Liu Feng's eldest grandson, and he grew up with him, and his affection is self-evident.

"Liu Kou... he is very brave, his opponents are fierce, and he has a lot of power. Liu Kou never flinched until he died in battle..."

Wu Zhongtian really didn't want to recall the scene of Liu Kou's tragic death, it was too heartbreaking.

"Where's his bones?" Liu Feng resisted the urge to cry.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Liu," Wu Zhongtian moved his Adam's apple, and said with difficulty:
"The scene was very chaotic at that time. We were all seriously injured. We were teleported away and failed to bring Liu Kou back..."

Hearing this, Liu Feng couldn't hold it back any longer. Old turbid tears rolled down his body, his body trembled, and he let out endless sadness.

Although Wu Zhongtian didn't say how Liu Kou died tragically, Liu Feng can guess one or two.

Liu Kou and Wu Zhongtian grew up together since they were young, they are not real brothers, they are better than real brothers.

If Liu Kou's bones were still there, even if they risked their lives, they would bring them back.

Liu Feng was lonely, unable to say a word for a long time, his body trembling slightly, looking up at the sky, letting his old tears fall.

Li Heng and the others sighed and could only express their condolences.

At the same time, the emperor had already learned that the generals he sent out suffered heavy casualties.

"The thirteen bandits from the Northern Territory, you guys are so brave, you dare to challenge my father's Heavenly Power..."

The emperor of heaven crushed a jade bowl, and immediately ordered soldiers to intercept and kill the thirteen bandits.

"Son of God, don't be impulsive," an old servant stopped him.

"Why not? Do we still need to be afraid of that half jar?" The emperor was displeased.

"Of course not," the old servant shook his head: "The Son of God may not know something. The No. 1 of the Thirteen Bandits, who claims to be old and immortal, is very likely to have become a saint in this world."

"So what? The ancestors of all races are about to awaken, so do we still have to worry about a mere human saint?"

The emperor's son called himself the Son of God, and was very tired of this feeling of restraint.

"As far as I know, more than 1 years ago, the world changed drastically, and the suppression of cultivation was extremely severe. Many amazing characters were unable to cross the threshold of Immortal Three Slashing Dao..."

"Speak directly if you have something to say, without beating around the bush," said the Emperor impatiently.

"Yes, Son of God," the old slave said respectfully, "The person who can become holy in this kind of world is definitely the most amazing person. In the ancient times, he could go to the emperor's road to fight for supremacy..."

"You are raising the prestige of others and destroying your own ambition," the emperor said disapprovingly.

"The old slave is only worried about the safety of the Son of God, and has no other intentions," said the old slave in fear.

He knelt on the ground and continued: "The Son of God wants to teach them a lesson. He doesn't need to do it himself. He can kill people with a knife."

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" The emperor's face was puzzled.

Except for the descendants of the eight gods left by the immortal emperor, the other ancient tribes may not buy him.

"The old slave has already found out that there are two killer dynasties in the human race, one is called the world, and the other is called hell. We can..."

The emperor nodded while listening: "As you said, as long as you can kill those clowns, it doesn't matter whoever kills you."

"Yes, the old slave will do it now."

"Wait a minute," the emperor thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "That dead monkey is too noisy, let's get rid of it together!"

Hearing this, the old slave trembled, and said in a deep voice: "The Saint King Dou Zhan is still alive, and none of our ancestor kings can surpass him..."

"Do things neatly, and don't let that old monkey know, that's all right?" The emperor gave the old slave a look.

The old slave didn't dare to disobey this time, bowed back and left here.

After he walked out of the room, he faintly heard the voice of the emperor: "Dead monkey, if you fight against me, you will only die..."

A month later, the news of the old blind man's assassination reached Gu Xiaofan and the others.

"This group of damned Primordial Clans obviously couldn't do it, but they actually came to hell."

Although the old blind man was assassinated by the Assassin God Dynasty, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was bought by the Taikoo Clan.

"Fortunately, the old man is fine, otherwise our crime would be serious."

Wu Zhongtian was worried that the assassination would not stop, and it might affect other people.

"Brother Zhongtian is right. Those grandsons of the Taikoo Clan can do anything. We can't sit still and fight back."

Gu Xiaofan didn't want other people to be implicated, so he went to a stronghold of the emperor's forces alone.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is time to kill!

(End of this chapter)