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"Looking for death!" The fake holy king slapped Mo Yurui with his palm while flying backwards.

A powerful palm wind hit his face, and Mo Yurui flew out of the air and hit Chen Yu's arms.

"Hit my woman, you're going to die!" Chen Yu hugged Mo Yurui, took her to spin around in the air, and after landing, he jumped like a cannonball and shot at the fake holy king, and at the same time shouted: "Little one, what are you doing?" Are you dead yet?"

"Not yet, but it's not far from death. Boss, you fucked up, little brother protects sister-in-law Ruirui, oh my god, it hurts the dog to death!" The little one replied through sound transmission, and jumped up from the ground with a whoosh , flew towards Mo Yurui, "Sister Ruirui, we can't be brave anymore, we have to stay away, the boss can kill him."

Mo Yurui also realized that he could not participate in a battle of this level, picked up the little one with dull fur, stepped back quickly, and asked with concern: "Is the injury serious?"

"It's nothing serious, half a dog's life is left." Xiao BuDian replied very weakly.

At this time, Chen Yu and the fake saint king fought together underground, fighting with each other, fighting with each other, and fighting with swords endlessly.

The false holy king's palm technique is too sharp and domineering. It is difficult for Chen Yu to gain the upper hand no matter whether Chen Yu uses the sword technique of looking down on him or the palm of splitting wind and electricity.

In the nearby mountains and forests, trees fell and rocks burst, birds flew in fright, and animals fled.

"Are you sure it's hard for Chen Yu to defeat him?" Mo Yurui, who was watching the battle from a distance, asked worriedly. After fighting for so long, Chen Yu seemed to have been at a disadvantage.

The little guy replied confidently: "Don't worry, the boss is a fighting genius, and he can definitely advance in battle. If he encounters the strong, he will be strong. Then I will be killed by the boss sooner or later. I'm a little hungry. I'll find some something to eat."

"Are you still in the mood to eat?" Mo Yurui glared at the little one angrily.

"I'm full, I've regained my strength, maybe I can give the boss a hand." The little one said, and rushed out with a whoosh, and quickly disappeared.

"Is this guy really injured before?" Mo Yurui expressed doubts about the little one's "dog taste", thinking that its previous injury was most likely faked.

The little guy ran away and disappeared. Chen Yu and the fake saint king grew farther and farther, from one hill to another, Mo Yurui followed from a distance, worried.

Boom!The fake holy king saw the opportunity and slapped Chen Yu's chest with his palm.

A golden light flashed on Chen Yu's chest, and the fake saint king felt a huge rebound force rushing into his arms like a tide, and his face turned pale with fright. !"

Although Chen Yu was slapped on the chest by the false holy king and flew upside down, it felt like he was being pushed lightly, and he was not seriously injured.

However, the fake saint king lost consciousness due to numbness in his arm shaken by the powerful rebound force, and roared angrily: "The Dragon Soul Armor belongs to this saint, return it to me!"

"Damn, what you say is yours is yours, you call it to see if it's a bird! Go to hell, hahaha!" Chen Yu was full of spirits, desperately killing the fake king.

Xiaobudian said that the Dragon Soul Armor had three automatic protections, and Chen Yu had to take advantage of the remaining two chances to kill the fake saint king with a desperate fight.

Sudden and afraid of being stunned, stunned and afraid of dying, Chen Yu is like a desperate lunatic now, and Saburo's desperate style of play makes the fake holy king be afraid.

Chen Yu was protected by the Dragon Soul Armor. The fake saint king had already suffered a loss once, and he would never suffer a second time. He didn't dare to attack Chen Yu head-on, so that his attack became restrained.

The fake heavenly king was timid and did not dare to strike hard, but Chen Yu fought fiercely like his life. When the enemy eliminated us, Chen Yu quickly gained the upper hand, forcing the fake heavenly king to retreat again and again.

The physical strength and true energy of the two of them were exhausted, and the fake heavenly king wanted to escape, but if they were defeated and fled for many years, their accumulated karma would be ruined once, and it would be impossible to defeat Chen Yu in the future, and they would never be able to get rid of the devil. Sword and Dragon Soul Armor.

The False Heavenly King knew very well that if he didn't kill Chen Yu today and kill people to seize treasures, he would be the one who would meet and die in the future. Chen Yu would grow up at a terrifying speed, and his strength would climb to new heights as if increasing day by day.

If you fight, you can't win; if you run away, you can't run away, the False Heavenly King secretly groans in his heart, and his sharp palms are messed up.

Chapter 742 More than 1000 years ago!

"Fengdian Palm, this palm, I want your life!" During the fight, Chen Yu suddenly threw the crystal sword towards the high school, and his right palm instantly melted and had a lot of arc winding.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, the False Heavenly King often faced Chen Yu's palms with all his strength. He was not afraid of his wind-split palm at all.

Seeing that the two palms were about to strike together, Chen Yu suddenly retracted his majestic right palm, raised his chest up, and greeted the fake king's full palm with his chest.

Naturally, the fake heavenly king didn't dare to slap Chen Yu's chest anymore, so he quickly withdrew his palm, scolded Chen Yu for being insidious and despicable, deliberately lured himself to attack his chest, and then injured himself with the rebounding force of the Dragon Soul Armor.

"Soldiers never tire of cheating, you can really die!" Chen Yu smiled triumphantly.

Chi!The crystal sword that was thrown into the air suddenly circled behind the false king, piercing his back with a sword.

Looking down at the bloody hole on his chest, the Fake Heavenly King raised his eyes and stared at Chen Yu angrily, "Sinister little..."

Before the words of cursing were spoken, the false king collapsed and died.

"Am I insidious? You taught me that soldiers are not tired of deceit." Chen Yu smiled triumphantly: "You thought I would fight with you, you were wrong, you thought I would shock you with the Dragon Soul Armor again, but you were wrong , These two moves are to 'fool' you, to control the sword with your mind, to catch you off guard, is the real killing move, hehe."

"Boss is mighty, let's win the fight!" The little one flew out from the forest beside him, slapping Chen Yu's ass, "I know that the boss is unrivaled in martial arts, invincible in the world, and one of the best!"

"That's right, your boss, I'm a super savvy among savages, hehe." Chen Yu smiled triumphantly, and strode towards where Mo Yurui was, wanting to share the joy of winning the battle with the beauty.

"Little one, are you pretending to be injured and retreating?" Mo Yurui asked angrily when he saw the little one.

The little one turned into a stream of light and ran down the mountain, and said via voice transmission: "Boss, I will inform General Cao to let her army come up to mop up the tail, and take a step first."

"Fuck, I'll torture you into a dead dog sooner or later." Only then did Chen Yu realize that Xiao BuDian was being lazy by pretending to be injured during the fight against the fake king.

Cao Zhanying quickly led the team to the palace in the mountain, rescued all the women and captured all the men, waiting for Chen Yu and Mo Yurui to show up.

How to dispose of hundreds of male captives, she dare not make up her own mind, and she also has a big headache.

"Little Holy Beast, go and find Emperor Yu and King Rui." Cao Zhanying begged Xiaobudian.

The little one crawled back and forth among the women, and said via voice transmission: "I dare not go, the boss will torture me into a dead dog, sister-in-law Ruirui swallows the black dragon inner alchemy and is no longer afraid of the electricity on the boss, the two of them There will definitely be a bridal chamber tonight, I don’t want to disturb their good business, and then be abused, just wait patiently, they will come back tomorrow morning, nothing else, don’t bother me.”

Cao Zhanying had no choice but to let the army set up camp on the square in front of the palace.

Beside a stream in another valley more than ten kilometers away from the palace, Chen Yu was roasting wild game, and looked at Mo Yurui with a smile, "Beauty, let's marry you tonight."

"Hee hee, you're not afraid that I'll go back and tell Xixi, if she gets angry, you won't be able to get away with it." Mo Yurui said with a smile on her face.

Chen Yu pretended to be depressed and sighed: "Hey, it's really hard for me to have a domineering sister Xi!"

About an hour later, in the cool stream, Mo Yurui lay on a large smooth rock, showed Chen Yu her clean and seductive back, and asked with an orchid breath, "In a while, you will let me Very very comfortable, right?"

"It must make you very, very comfortable, hehe." Chen Yu smiled wretchedly, and lay on Mo Yurui's back.

"I didn't intend to interrupt your good business, but I have something to tell you, and I don't have much time." At this moment, an old woman's voice sounded nearby.

"Who?" Chen Yu exclaimed loudly, and hurriedly got up from Mo Yurui's back.

Looking at the prestige, I saw an old woman with silver hair sitting beside the bonfire they built at some time. She turned sideways to the stream, expressing that she did not peek at Chen Yu and Mo Yurui's mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"Who are you?" Chen Yu hurriedly dragged Mo Yurui up the shore, quickly dressed, and asked the old woman while walking to the campfire.

"The granddaughter of the Holy King!" The old woman turned around, looked at Chen Yu gratefully, got up and bowed deeply to him, and said, "Thank you, little friend, for avenging your ancestors."

When they got closer, both Chen Yu and Mo Yurui were speechless for a long time in shock, only to see the old woman was as thin as a stick, and her skin was wrinkled like a hundred-year-old tree bark.

After the old woman bowed deeply, she sat down trembling again, "When you get old, your physical strength is exhausted, so you can't stand for too long."

"You old Guigeng?" Chen Yu asked casually, feeling that the old woman seemed to have lived hundreds of years, or even longer.