The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1289: Teacher

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Quiet, deadly quiet.

People looked at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, completely stunned. The dignified Dragon Emperor died so miserably, even the most powerful body in the world was not the enemy of their sword.

Especially those of the Dragon Race children, their eyes are flushed, their whole body trembles, their fists are clenched tightly, and the anger in their eyes is already burning.

Only the old men of the holy mountain He Yunshan, seeing such a reversed situation, were overjoyed immediately. They never expected that a disaster is approaching, and there are such masters who have fallen from the sky to save them from the crisis. It is really pitiful, and the ancestors bless you.

So, a few old men leaned forward and clasped their fists in admiration: "I don't know the name of the seniors, Gao? Today, I helped me with the love of the holy mountain. The old man and others are grateful... …"

"Asshole thing, you dare to kill our Lord Dragon Emperor, our Dragon Clan children will not let you go, we will take our lives!" However, before their voices fall, the loud scream is already steep from the crowd. He roared in his lungs, full of excitement and indignation.

The next moment, but the dragons roared constantly, the children of the dragon clan had once again turned into giant dragons of hundreds of feet, and hundreds of thousands of people rushed to the eight people. The darkness was crushed, and the momentum was raging, and there was a tendency to shatter everything in front of him.

But when the eight people saw this, they still didn't say anything. They just looked at the majestic momentum indifferently, with no joy or sorrow. They were as ordinary as before, and very plain.

Furthermore, completely ignoring the anger of these dragons, and didn't even mean to shoot.

Reliance...no fear!

The eyelids trembled slightly, and Zhuo Fan's heart shook, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop it, stop it all, there is something strange here!"

Unfortunately, the tragic death of the Dragon Emperor has already aroused the madness of these beasts, but he can no longer listen to Zhuo Fan's dissuasion. That huge body, shaking its sharp giant tail, his pupils exuding bloodthirsty colors, never return!

Boom!

Suddenly, from above the nine heavens, a sword gang slammed down, and it arrived in no time. The violent dragon army hadn't realized what was going on, it was already broken into dregs in a loud noise, gurgling blood, pouring a piece of it like rain. The shattered dragon body, in the blink of an eye, it will splash out like hail, which is innumerable when you look at it.

Furthermore, the fallen dragon body remains very finely fragmented, roughly the size of a thumb. You know, that is a huge dragon with a length of hundreds of feet. Under a sword, the corpse is broken to such a degree, then this power...

The face couldn't stop shaking. Zhuo Fan and the others looked at this, and they were already completely shocked. Everyone's faces were pale with fright. No matter how heroic you are, their bodies began to tremble unconsciously. .

Even the people on the holy mountain were so shocked that their mouths were about to fall. After all, there are also thousands of giant dragons. In a flash of time, they shattered into such a scene, this strength...

With his head stiff, as the broken corpse fell, everyone looked up to the sky, but was seeing a middle-aged man, his face slowly falling down like a sword, but his left arm was empty, but Is a one-armed man.

When he saw him fall, the previous eight quasi emperors also worshipped together, becoming very respectful, no longer the previous expressionless faces.

"Another quasi emperor!"

The pupils shrank slightly, and Zhuo Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his complexion getting heavier: "And compared to those eight, this quasi emperor is much more terrifying. Even those eight people and him It's the difference between heaven and earth, it's hard to reach!"

With a startled heart, Dan Qingsheng looked at the one-armed man again, his fear of fear in his heart became deeper.

The eight people are already masters of the Undefeated Sword Sovereign level, and this one-armed man is actually much better than them, so what kind of enchanting he is.

Moreover, unlike the eight people, his kendo is not one of the five great kendos, but it seems that they are exactly the same as their kendo. There is some relationship between them. This makes Dan Qingsheng and others more serious, thinking about this person. The origin.

Jiantong stared at the man for a long time, then moved to Zhuo Fan's side and said: "Father, the breath of this man, I seem to be more familiar than those of the eight people!"

"But how do I feel that the breath of those eight people is more familiar?" With a flick of his brows, Zhuo Fan murmured, "After all, they are all inherited from the five great kendos, but this person looks like but not like, it seems Some origins, but not at all...Uh!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to have thought of something, his complexion changed drastically, but he soon returned to normal, but deep in his eyes, there was a lot of care and heaviness.

No way, did you still encounter it? I am still worried...

All people stared blankly at the man's fallen figure, either in surprise, or fear, or joy, or resentment, all different.

I didn't care about everyone's eyes at all. Gu Jing was not waved in the eyes of that person, like a hollow, after a cold glance at everyone present, he said lightly: "No need to fight, the two sides truce!"

As soon as the words came out, the two sides looked at each other, and both let out a long suffocation.

He Yunshan and the others are fortunate that someone finally came out to help them survive the sacred mountain, otherwise, their sacred mountain would have to be killed by others.

Zhuo Fan sighed. Fortunately, these people are here to persuade them. For the time being, they are neutral. They are not here to help the Holy Mountain. Otherwise, just these few fierce and evil shots, it is estimated that no matter how many people there are, they will suffer heavy casualties.

The eight invincible swordsmen will not mention it, but this monster, who is stronger than the eight, is even more troublesome. It's better not to fight now. It's just that the Dragon Emperor died a bit wronged.

As for the future plan, let's go back and discuss the long-term plan.

However, not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs, the world is more happy. Now, with great difficulty, both sides feel lucky that they have escaped, but some people do not know the current affairs and commit crimes against the wind!

"Who do you think you are? We are all about to take down the holy mountain. Why do you say you don't fight?" A discordant voice was made from the human-long coalition army.

When Zhuo Fan heard it, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked back, only to see that he was a strong imperial rank who had just been recruited from the imperial domain. Seeing the other party now is only a mere nine people. What's so terrible about the gathering of millions of powerful men? He is here to grab the treasures of the holy mountain. If you don't want to fight, who will he grab?

Understanding the thoughts of these speculators, Zhuo Fan really wished to have the urge to choke them to death.

Why do people? Just because they are better than us and they are so persuasive, of course we can’t be self-willed anymore. Don’t toast or drink fine wine when the time comes. It doesn’t count as if you are alone, and it hurts everyone.

Furthermore, hitting the sacred mountain has something to do with you. With your strength, you are not the one who charged into the battle!

"Come here, take him away for me and bury him alive, don't let me see him again!"

Zuo Fan roared at the man, and immediately a disciple of the Luo family stepped forward and instantly sealed his cultivation base, dragged away like a pig. It’s just that the man still didn’t understand what he had done wrong, and he still yelled: "Wait, butler Zhuo, where did I offend you? You want to do this to me?"

"I don't even know where I went wrong, and it's even more guilty. Don't leave his whole body for me, burn him!"

"Yes!"

The two Luo family children yelled together, with a coldness on their faces. As for the arrogant kid, he was about to cry, and there were still a bunch of question marks in his head. What was wrong with me?

Looking at all this with cold eyes, the one-armed man made a rare smile at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at everyone, especially Zhuo Fan, said: "Xia Jianxin, Mr. Shui Jing's close attendant, what else do you want? Did you ask?"

"What, Mr. Shui Jing?"

Unexpectedly, the old men of the sacred mountain and Zhuo Fan yelled out loudly, their hearts trembling uncontrollably. But when other people heard the name, they looked blank, as if they didn't understand it at all.

Mr. Shui Jing...Who is this, Sanctuary has never heard of it? What, is he powerful?

All the people discussed swiftly and pointedly at the nine people. Although they are not the sacredness of the water mirror, it is clear to his men that this is definitely an awesome figure.

After thinking about it a little, He Yunshan and others came to Jianxin and worshipped respectfully: "There is Mr. Lao Shuijing for help, great kindness, I am very grateful for the Six Sacred Mountains. If there is any in the future Send it, never give up!"

Without answering him, without even looking at him, Jianxin just stared forward indifferently.

"Uh, steward Zhuo, do you know the person Shui Jing?"

On the other hand, Dan Qingsheng saw that Zhuo Fan's face was in sharp contrast with the confusion of the rest of the people, and couldn't help but ask quietly: "I see these senior masters in the sanctuary, they seem to be very strange to this person!"

Nodded slightly, Zhuo Fan squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was lost in memory, and muttered: "Yes, almost no one knows the name of Mr. Shui Jing in Sanctuary. It is probably a hidden world without fame and fortune. Master!"

"How did you find out?"

"How can I know?"

He let out a long sigh of breath, and Zhuo Fan said faintly: "After all, he is considered my half teacher..."

What?

Unexpectedly, Dan Qingsheng and others all said: "Steward Zhuo's teacher?"

A stupid, who was flattering with Jianxin, He Yunshan and the others, suddenly heard this call, almost so scared that none of them took their heads off and met with blood.

Then turned his head to look at Zhuo Fan, full of incredible color.

Mr. Shui Jing is Teacher Zhuo Fan? Then these masters are here to help him, or to help us holy mountain. If we help that kid, we will have nowhere to survive!

They were so scared that they were almost crying, and the six He Yunshan patrolled back and forth in front of Zhuo Fan and Jianxin, trying to find the answer. However, Jianxin did not say anything with a smile, neither denying nor admitting.

This can't help making the six old men even more embarrassed, all of them clenching tightly.

I said Mr. Shui Jing, the hatred you made ten million years ago is still so brooding about you. Give us hope first, and then despair, don’t take such a playful...