Soul Emperor Martial God
Chapter 1184: traitor?

Chapter 1184: traitor?

Swish...wish...wish...

Xiao Yi was surprised by a series of breaking sounds.

Xiao Yi clearly sensed the surging breath of the incoming person, and hurriedly stepped away, pulling away.

"Huh?" Qing Lin also reacted instantly, flashed back, and returned to Xiao Yi.

There were actually few bandits around.

And the dozens of people who suddenly appeared made Xiao Yi and the other two frowned.

These dozens of people are dressed in black.

This kind of black is not like the usual black, it is more like a faint dark black.

Above the black clothes, a blood-colored flower was extremely dazzling.

"Boy, who are you?" The old man stared at Xiao Yi instantly.

In fact, with the sudden appearance of dozens of people, Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's first reaction was to be vigilant.

But now, Xiao Yi's feeling is inexplicable.

"Tao ignore? Don't know." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Don't know?" The old man's face was cold for a moment, and then he sneered sneerly.

"I don't know, how can you use Blood Realm Slash?"

"Blood World Slash?" Xiao Yi was stunned, and then reacted, "Tao Deacon?"

The first thing he thought of was naturally the deacon.

Xiao Yi looked at Qinglin.

Qing Lin shook his head, "Don't look at me, I don't know."

"Speaking of, I have been screaming deacons and deacons all these years, and I don't know what the full names of deacons are."

Xiao Yi nodded, then looked back at the group of people in black, "What's the matter?"

Regardless of the real name of the deacon Taboo, he did not recognize the so-called deacon taboo.

But the group of people in front of them is obviously not good.

"What's the matter?" The old man sneered. "It's so ignorant and disappeared for many years. He actually cultivated a disciple in secret."

"Come with us."

"Where to go?" Xiao Yi asked.

"Still knowingly asking, pretending to be garlic?" The old man smiled coldly, "Naturally go back to where your traitor master used to be."

"Master traitor?" Xiao Yi frowned.

"Still pretending to be garlic? Go back to the Heavenly Hades with us." The old man snorted coldly, "I don't believe that I can't lead that vile traitor."

"Who are you talking about? Keep your mouth clean." Qing Lin was already showing bad looks.

"I think you have admitted the wrong person." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"It's a deep scheming." The old man sneered. "It seems that these years of ignoring the old thief not only taught you this murderous ability, but also taught you the deep city."

"But, you, a disciple, don't even dare to recognize the master?"

"Asshole thing." Xiao Yi's face was instantly cold.

Although I felt that the group of black-clothed warriors in front of him was inexplicable, it did not mean that Xiao Yi was a good-tempered person.

Leng Yan sword in his hand, a sword gas cleaved out.

"I can't help myself." The old man yelled coldly, and slammed out his palm, breaking Xiao Yi's sword energy in an instant.

"Half a step holy emperor." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

In his perception, the old man in front of him had definitely reached the peak of the Saint King Realm, half-footed into the martial arts emperor.

"No, my breath has been reduced." Xiao Yi suddenly frowned.

He clearly felt that the old man in front of him had reduced his breath.

The real breath must be stronger, this old man is the emperor of martial arts.

Moreover, such a means of restraining the breath is very strong, which proves that this person must be a warrior who often hides his breath and wanders in the dark.

Xiao Yi glanced at these black clothes and frowned again, "You are the killers of the Heavenly Underworld Palace."

He had never been in contact with the warriors of the Heavenly Palace before, so he did not recognize the costumes of the Heavenly Palace for a while.

But looking at this group of people in black, with each breath, it is obvious that they all instinctively converge their breath, and the whole body is vigorous, if there is nothing.

And the killing intent in his eyes is extremely strong.

Therefore, Xiao Yi recognized at a glance that these were killers.

There is not much killer power in such a big Zhongyu.

Coupled with these costumes, Xiao Yi recognized it at a glance.

The Eighteen Houses in the Central Region, as the eighteen dominant forces in the Central Region, are naturally famous.

Especially the Heavenly Hades, the number one killer force in the Central Region.

The killer in the mansion can be described as frightening.

The eighteenth palaces in the Middle Territory, the Heavenly Underworld is the most feared and the one that no one dares to provoke.

There are even rumors that as long as they are eyeing on, even the suzerain and sect master of a big power, even the peerless arrogant of the famous party, will never be spared.

Tianming Palace, the world is huge, but those who are targeted by them will go into the dark and have no life to live.

"It's the killer of the Heavenly Underworld Palace." Qinglin also reacted, recognizing the clothes of the Heavenly Underworld Palace.

"Boy, are you willing to admit it?" The old man sneered, "Oh, follow us back to the Heavenly Palace."

"Unexpectedly, I was just waiting to come to Sifangyu to perform a task, but I met you, a traitor disciple."

"Is it possible that the deacon Taboo used to be from the Heavenly Underworld Palace?" Qing Lin looked at Xiao Yi suspiciously.

"I don't know." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Still quibbling." The old man was already impatient, "It seems that you are not willing to obediently behave."

"Come on, take this traitor disciple for me."

"If you dare to resist, just scrap your limbs and leave your name."

"Yes." Dozens of black-clothed warriors behind him immediately shot.

"Looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, and he shot instantly.

"Humph, what about the Heavenly Underworld." Qing Lin shouted violently.

The battle between the two sides started in an instant, but it also... ended in an instant.

Stars all descended instantly.

Under the starlight, surging rushed past.

Qiang... a cold white sword glow, full of overwhelming sword intent, wreaked havoc on the audience.

The sharp edge of Jianguang, except for the old man and the young man, everyone couldn't even open their eyes to look directly.

The sword light fell, and everything was calm.

In place, Xiao Yi held the sword proudly.

In front, dozens of black-clothed warriors, all their chests pierced, blood flowing.

Although he was not dead, it was a serious injury.

"Some skills." Upon seeing this, the old man narrowed his eyes. "It seems that Taboo ignores the time spent on you all these years."

"Tsk tsk." The old man smiled coldly, "In this way, the traitor takes you very seriously."

"If you are captured, he will definitely go to rescue you."

The old man stared straight at Xiao Yi with his sullen eyes.

"Say it one last time, you have admitted the wrong person." Xiao Yiyi was not afraid of this look, but his face was extremely cold.

The injuries of the dozens of black-clothed warriors were his last warning.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head, "Sure enough, there is a teacher, there must be a disciple."

The old man said like this, and the few middle-aged people behind him joked, "Tao ignore the cunning old thief, this disciple is not bad."

"A master can be a traitor; this apprentice can naturally also."

"But." The old man shook his head, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, "Your master, you have been hiding like a waste for decades."

"This disciple seems to be a little hardened."

A series of cold words came into Xiao Yi's ears.

The indifference and coldness on Xiao Yi's face suddenly disappeared, and replaced by a hideous look.

"Qinglin." Xiao Yi glanced at Qinglin and smiled, "It seems that my experience with you is over."

"After this, you go back to school first."

"What do you mean?" Qing Lin was stunned.

Xiao Yi grinned, "Heaven Palace, the death of a martial arts emperor should feel pain."

"I want to try, what it's like to be chased by the Heavenly Underworld Palace."

The voice fell, Qiang... a shocking sound, instantly ravaged the audience.

A terrifying **** killing intent instantly filled the surrounding area.

The sharp point of the sword pierced the old man straight away.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, this is already a dead person.

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