Chapter 240: Take control of Yanlong Palace!

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This scene was so abrupt that everyone was stunned.
After the reaction came cold sweats, cold hands and feet.
A hundred meters away, on the stone wall, the silver spear refracted the icy forest in the sun.
Song Ding, Emperor Yipin, is now nailed to the stone wall by a silver spear. His body is swinging in the wind, like a rag doll, without dignity.
At this moment, everyone felt something and looked at the same place at the same time.
I saw a young figure walking slowly.
When the other party approached, Zhanhu's eyes widened suddenly, and a strong surprise erupted in his eyes.
"Mr!"
Chu Xun looked at Zhanhu, nodded slightly, and said, "It's been a long time."
After that, a little flick, a purple gas did not enter the tiger's body.
"Thank you, Mr.!" Zhan Hu quickly thanked him, the purple gas entered his body, and he was quickly repairing his strength.
Chu Xun smiled and shook his head.
Yan Chong and others stared at Chu Xun, thinking secretly.
Chu Xun beckoned, the silver gun flew back, Song Ding's body slipped off the stone wall, and the blood stained the stone all the way.
The long gun was shaking in hand, making a buzzing trembling sound, pointed the gun at Yan Chong, and then moved to Zuo Ziqiu.
"You two, go together." Chu Xun said.
"Who is your Excellency?" Yan Chong asked.
Although Chu Xun has no internal interest fluctuations, but the two of them dare not have the slightest interest? One shot killed Song Ding. Although there was a sneak attack, it was undeniable that this man was definitely a ruthless person.
"Scared?" After that, he uttered a whisper, and the silver gun was inserted into the bottom, taking two steps forward. "OK now?"
The thunderstorm and the witty widow are stunned, this is to fight Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu with bare hands.
Only Zhan Hu's eyes are hot, and he can see Chu Xun's shot again. After more than ten years, I don't know where he has reached now?
Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu looked at each other, their faces were ugly, and Chu Xun was too grand in their eyes. One person is facing two emperors, and Yan Chong still has secret treasures. It looks like it's looking for death.
Huh!
Zuo Ziqiu's long sword was chilling, pointing to Chu Xun.
Yan Chong also took a step forward, and the bronze mirror of gossip in his hand began to explode.
"No matter who you are? Those who kill me Sifang Sword School will die today." Zuo Ziqiu's long sword sings, like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake.
Chu Xun chuckled and said, "You have too much nonsense."
Zuo Ziqiu's long sword trembled, as fast as lightning, his sword sharp and sharp, and he stepped out in one step, the ground exploded and stabbed towards Chu.
Before the sword arrived, the sword qi came, and the skin was cold.
Chu Xun raised his hand, lingering in purple gas, and fluttered lightly.
puff!
The sword-sharp sword-sword was scattered by a boxing, such as the fireworks extinguished. Then, his fist smashed into the sword's tip, a metal impact sounded, and sparks splattered.
Zuo Ziqiu's face changed suddenly. The opponent's fist was as firm as black iron. The sword in his hand was a sword cut like iron, but he could not pierce the opponent's palm. Then, in the next moment, an overwhelming force came along the sword like a tide.
He hurried to compete, only listening to the impact sound of "咚", the ripples of energy visible to the naked eye spread. He grunted, and was shaken back and forth, stepping on the ground under his feet and bursting, until he retreated for dozens of meters before completely removing that mighty force.
Zuo Ziqiu's eyes were full of dread, and the strength of the other side was too strong, which shook his half body and made the sword's arms tremble.
Seeing that Zuo Ziqiu was shocked by a punch, Yan Chong, who was about to make a move, could not help but stagnate.
The thunderstorm and the witty widow stared at Chu Xun stunned. How strong is Zuo Ziqiu with a punch? Moreover, the young man was not ridiculous, and they were shocked.
Only the fighting tiger has shortness of breath and hot eyes, taking all this for granted.
"You are too weak." Chu Xun said, without the element of drama, Zuo Ziqiu's cultivation was much worse than Cui Xingyi, the Sifang Sword he had killed before.
Zuo Ziqiu's face turned red and his eyes were dark. He is the emperor. How has he been so despised?
"Arrogance." He yelled.
The long sword was chilling, and with countless sword flowers pulled out of his face, the sword tip volleyed, as if piercing the water, the air was violently violent.
Huh!
The dense shadows of swords appeared all over the sky, with all the swords screaming, the sword's spirits rushing to the sky, spectacular and terrifying.
"Wan Yingjian, cut!"
With Zuo Ziqiu's explosion, the sky and the sword moved together, the sword light shone, and the chill was biting, coming toward Chu and shouting.
Chu Xun chuckled, Wanying Sword. He has been taught more than once. It seems that the sword skills of the Quartet Sword School are very scarce.
Chu Xun raised his hand, writing in the air, with a pleasant posture, and a simple iron hook.
Bang!
The last stroke fell, and a void roared out of the void. A cold killing swept through, and a purple killing word appeared in the air.
Kill the word tactics.
Chu Xun stretched his finger.
The killing words roared and the evil spirit filled. The original fist-sized words rose against the storm, blinked into the size of the dining table, and rolled up a trembling cold cold intention.
Uh ...!
The sword shadow hit the killing word, and suddenly the fireworks burst into the sky, deafening and trembling, and the horrible storm trembled.
The huge purple light of the killing word flashed, and each sword hit was shattered. It was unstoppable and killing. Rolling all the way, pushing sideways, thousands of sword qi were all dissipated and extinguished.
Zuo Ziqiu's face became panicked, he hurried back, the lightning strike struck, and the place where he stood before him.
boom!
The terrible big bang, earth-shattering, the earth exploded to cover the sky, and the terrible fissures on the ground extended.
Zuo Ziqiu was flying fast, but was still set off by the storm, and opened his mouth to vomit blood.
At the same time, bursts of Long Yin, eight golden dragons struck Chu Xun.
Yan Chong reapplied his old skills and wanted to sneak attack on Chu Xun.
Chu Xun's arms spread out, making a crackling bang like a crackling bean, the bones in his body resonated, the golden mang was full of flames, mixed with Hongmeng purple gas, exuded along the pores, and dressed him in a purple-golden uniform.
The next moment, Chu Xunren had rushed into the sky, pinching his fist marks, and there were bursts of dragons in his body, which was very strange.
With a punch, the purple gas rolled and roared empty.
Huh!
A golden dragon exploded, Venus fluttered across the sky, and soon went out.
Uh ...!
The punch was like a torrential storm. Seven punches in a row, the remaining seven golden dragons exploded.
Chu Xun refraction, blasted a punch towards Yan Chong, a purple fist print burst out.
boom!
Yan Chong's body was smashed, the purple fist print hit his chest, and he was directly blown away. The gossip bronze mirror in his hand was also shaken off.
Chu Xun reached out his hand, and the bronze mirror flew down and fell in his hand.
Both the thunderstorm and the witty widow looked silly. It was terrifying.
"Return the secret treasure to me." Yan Chong landed, his blood swelled, and he almost spurted blood. Seeing that the secret treasure that could not be obtained fell into Chu Xun's hand, he rushed forward and recaptured it.
Hum!
The gossip bronze mirror Jinman skyrocketed, and Jane reached an appalling level, and the surrounding area was covered with gold.
The eight dragons sang in unison, ringing through the heavens and the earth, terrifying. Immediately after the eight golden dragons swept through the sky, the horrible dragons spread, and even thunderstorms and pretty widows felt that their chests were like a boulder and they were having difficulty breathing. First and foremost, Yan Chong only felt as if he was sinking into a swamp, sweating heavily on his forehead and slowing his movements.
Chu Xun raised his hand and pressed in the air.
Eight golden dragons dived down, fierce and mighty, and the oppressive ground burst.
Yan Chonghao's eyes were cracked, his body was stiff, and his hair was upright.
The eight dragon shadows soared into the sky, falling with the power to crush everything.
Boom ...!
Eight consecutive earth-shattering explosions, the entire Fenglin Mountain Gorge are trembling violently, the smoke rolling like a tide, covering the sky.
After a long time, the smoke was cleared, and everyone stared at each other's faces.
I saw that Yan Chong was stiff like a stone sculpture, unscathed. Dozens of meters behind him, a large pit straight up to ten meters appeared on the ground.
噗通!
Yan Chong's legs collapsed to the ground. Just now he really thought he was dead. When the emperor was facing death, he was no different from ordinary people.
When the eight golden dragons whistled past his body, he felt exactly the power of destruction. If it really falls on him, he can't even carry two of them and will be blasted into slag.
Chu Xun chuckled slightly, with a slight mockery.
"Who the are you?" Zuo Ziqiu blood stained his placket, holding his sword to the ground.
"Chu Xun."
Chu Xun said.
"Chu Demon King."
"Chu cruel."
The thunderstorm and the widow exclaimed in unison.
The news of Chu Xunlian's beheading of the emperor has spread throughout the martial arts world, and it is difficult for them to know the shadow of the famous tree.
Yan Chong took a breath and was creepy.
Zuo Ziqiu's eyes were also staring round, no wonder it was so terrible.
Chu Xun folded up the gossip bronze mirror in his hand, glanced at Yan Chong, and said, "This is my friend's thing."
Yan Chong was shocked, and was about to cry, secretly saying that he was unlucky.
"I'll take over Yanlong Palace." Chu Xun expressed his intentions.
The thunderstorm and the widow looked at each other.
Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu did not even dare to lift their heads, and remained silent.
"If you have any comments, just put them out." Chu Xun said indifferently.
"I have no opinion. The Zihuang Group firmly supports Mr. Yan's control of Yanlong Palace." The happiest person is Zhanhu, who hurried to respond.
The pretty widow's eyes flowed and she smiled and said, "Chu Mo ... God, who is in charge of the Dragon Palace, I have no opinion on the Firefox group."
The pretty widow is very clever, and today nobody can stop Chu Xun from taking charge of Yanlong Palace.
Chu Xun nodded slightly at her. Then she flicked her fingers and a purple gas fell into her eyebrow.
The pretty widow's face changed suddenly, followed by surprise, "Thank you!"
The thunderstorm's face kept changing. He subconsciously looked at the widow, and when he saw the other side winked at him, he immediately understood and hugged his fist: "My Fenglei group is also willing to support Chu God in the control of Yanlong Palace."
Chu Xun nodded, and the same purple gas shot into his body to help him treat the injury.
"I'm willing to follow Chu God, too." Yan Chong said in a hurry, staring at Chu Xun with a gaze.
Thunderstorm and Qiao widow also looked at Chu Xun nervously, because Chu Xun's reputation in the rumors was not very good.
Seeing that Chu Xun didn't say anything, Yan Chong became more and more nervous, and his heart was almost jumping to his throat.
Everyone knows that Chu Xun is not a softhearted master.
Yan Chong saw sweat on his forehead, his nervous body shaking, like a prisoner waiting to be executed.
"I accept your follow." Chu Xun said suddenly.
Yan Chong stunned, then exulted, and exhaled heavily. Chu Xun wouldn't speak again, he would collapse. Chu Xun's coercion shrouded him, like Taishan, it was terrible.
The pretty widow and the thunderstorm looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in the other's eyes, and they were a little bit sad.
"Take a drop of blood from you." Chu Xun said.
Yan Chong was puzzled, but he quickly forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.
Chu Xun beckoned, the blood floated over, and he sprinted quickly, and the blood red rose sharply and became more and more blazing.
A moment later, he flicked his fingers and took the blood of the ground into Yan Chong's eyebrows.
Yan Chong trembled suddenly, feeling something in his head? There is a chilly feel on the back.
"Come here." Chu Xun said to Zuo Ziqiu.
Zuo Ziqiu was helpless, he was not hurt lightly, knowing that there was no hope of running away in front of Chu Xun, he could only come over unwillingly.
Chu Xun also took a drop of blood from him, sealed it, and then broke into his brows.
"What did you do to me?" Zuo Ziqiu's back was hairy. He felt the same as Yan Chong's. His back was chilly, as if he had a knife on his back, as if to end his life at any time.