C21 Zhou Desheng
C21 Zhou Desheng
"Chen Fan, you little bastard, you've come to spoil my plans again!" "Good, today I will kill you too!"
Chu Huaiyuan said bitterly as he gripped the wall tightly.
"Chen Fan!" He is the Xiantian of your country!? Chu Huaiyuan, didn't you tell me that he hasn't learned any techniques and that he can easily kill them? "
Hearing this, Han Feng hurriedly jumped up from his chair. Seeing that his country had lost not only one Xiantian level general, but also the entire army, and they were being chased and killed, he instantly became flustered and exasperated.
"Hmph, noisy!" He had only learned two flying swords, how could it be called a sacred art. Hurry up and order the top of your Korean army, I don't believe that I can't exhaust his spirit energy to the point where I can't grind him down! "
Chu Huaiyuan looked at Chen Fan with bloodshot eyes. Looking at his imposing demeanor in front of the two armies, his heart was filled with rage.
"Forward?" Go up yourself! "You old dog, Chu Huaiyuan, how dare you lie to me. I think you're in cahoots with this Chen Fan. I'm going to tell this matter to the resident immortal, Elder Zhou!"
Han Feng gnashed his teeth as he looked at Chu Huaiyuan. He felt that this was Chu Huaiyuan's plan to eliminate his own Korean army. At that moment, he was extremely resentful towards Chu Huaiyuan.
"Humph!" Trash! It's great that you've invited the resident immortals over, but I was just worried that I wouldn't have a place to invite them to kill that little bastard Chen Fan! "
Chu Huaiyuan sneered as he looked at Han Feng's pained expression. When he turned to Chen Fan, his heart was once again filled with jealousy and anger.
"Shua!"
Han Feng's face was ashen. He took out a lively paper butterfly and lightly tapped it three times. The butterfly immediately ignited and turned into ashes. A Spiritual Energy fluctuation containing information was instantly transmitted to the heart of Korea.
"Kill!"
At this moment, the two hundred thousand soldiers of the Chen Clan had bloodshot eyes. It was as though they wanted to vent all the pressure they had received before. They only stopped when they arrived at the bottom of the Azure Sky City.
By the time the Korean Army retreated back to the city, they had already lost two hundred thousand soldiers, and almost half of them!
The road was filled with piles of bones and blood, forming a road leading straight to the Azure Sky City.
The Chen family's soldiers looked down at the city walls and raised their weapons to demonstrate their strength. "Chen!" The soldiers raised the flags on the ground, and bright red flags fluttered in the wind.
"Old dog Chu, when Elder Zhou arrives, I will definitely make you die a horrible death!"
Han Feng looked at the bright red flags and the heavy casualties below. Not only did his face throb in pain, his heart also felt as if it had been stabbed with a knife.
Chu Huaiyuan did not respond to Han Feng. His face was filled with a sinister smile.
"Little bastard Chen Fan, once Immortal Korea arrives, I'll come looking for trouble. When the time comes, the one who'll die will definitely be you!"
"Han Feng, I am very disappointed in you!"
Right at that moment, a cold voice filled with anger sounded out from behind the two of them, causing chills to run down the backs of both Chu Huaiyuan and Chu Huaiyuan. The two of them quickly turned their heads to look.
An old man in his sixties, wearing a fire cloud robe and with a long face, stepped on a red ruby gourd with his hands behind his back and descended from the sky.
This old man's body was emitting a tyrannical wave, which was not just slightly stronger than Chen Fan's. Even the surrounding air was slightly distorted.
"Calm down, Elder Zhou!" It was this Chu Huaiyuan who instigated me. " When Han Feng saw the old man, he immediately pointed at Chu Huaiyuan and explained respectfully, as if he was a mouse that had seen a cat.
"This must be Zhou Xian Zhang!" [This king has a request. For Immortal Elder, there is only benefits and no harm!]
The moment Chu Huaiyuan saw Han Feng pointing at him, he braced himself and walked over.
"You still have the face to beg Elder Zhou?" It's because of you that we, the Korean soldiers, have suffered so much damage! Elder Zhou does not need to hear what he has to say, just kill him! "
Seeing that Chu Huaiyuan still dared to walk over, Han Feng gritted his teeth and said with bloodshot eyes.
"So noisy!" Do I need you to teach me what to do? "
The red-robed old man snorted angrily. The powerful fluctuations around his body spread out in all directions, causing everyone's heart to tremble. They all lowered their heads. Even those pseudo Xiantian masters were no exception.
Han Feng immediately became silent when he heard the old man. He stood in his original spot with his head lowered, not daring to say a word.
"Chu Huaiyuan, right? Let's see what you have to say. If I'm not satisfied with what you have to say, you can stay here today!"
The old man surnamed Zhou glanced at the respectful reaction of the surrounding people and coldly snorted. Immediately after, the ruby gourd in his hand began to emit a small flame. Even the surrounding air began to twist and burn.
The people around the old man all looked at him with fear in their eyes and quickly backed away.
This old man was the Five Elements Sect's cultivator in Korea, Zhou Desheng. His Korean soldier had suffered a great loss and even his Korean population was going to decline. He was afraid that there would not be a good seedling in the next few decades.
"Gulp!"
Chu Huaiyuan looked at the gourd in Zhou Desheng's hands and his pupils constricted. He could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
He had a feeling that if these tiny wisps of flame touched him, he would be burnt to ashes.
"Zhou Xian Zhang!" I heard that you have a grudge with our country's Ye Zhangqing! The thing I asked for has to do with this. "
Chu Huaiyuan summoned up the courage to speak as he sized up Zhou Desheng's expression. He found that although Zhou Desheng's face was still as cold as before, there were a few ripples on his face.
"Ye Zhangqing, the old dog, has a Heaven Spiritual Root this time!" The brat below who massacred the Korean army, he dares to be so arrogant right now, slaughtering Korean soldiers, what's the point of him entering the sect in the future, I beg Zhou Xian Zhang to quickly get rid of him! "
Chu Huaiyuan looked at Chen Fan, his face full of hatred.
"What!?" Heaven Spiritual Root! Is what you said true!? "
Zhou Desheng's face suddenly changed. He couldn't even control the gourd in his hand. A small wisp of flame leaked out, burning a bowl-sized hole in the thick stone floor of the city gate tower.
"Heavens …" Heaven Spiritual Root! "According to the historical records of Korea, there hasn't been a genius like him in nearly a thousand years." Han Feng was also dumbfounded when he heard this.
"If only the Heavenly Spirit Root had been born in my Korea." Thinking up to this point, Han Feng was extremely envious in his heart.
"Absolutely true! Ye Zhangqing had already returned to the sect to report about it. I hope that Zhou Xianfeng can kill this kid quickly, otherwise, it will be troublesome when Ye Zhangqing returns. "
Chu Huaiyuan looked at the empty space on the ground and his face turned pale. Then, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Whoosh!"
Zhou Desheng, on the other hand, didn't even wait to hear the end of the explanation before hurriedly flying off on his treasure gourd. His entire body was emitting an unparalleled spiritual energy fluctuation, and his expression was full of uncertainty.
"Calm down, Elder Zhou!" It was this Chu Huaiyuan who instigated me. " When Han Feng saw the old man, he immediately pointed at Chu Huaiyuan and explained respectfully, as if he was a mouse that had seen a cat.
"This must be Zhou Xian Zhang!" [This king has a request. For Immortal Elder, there is only benefits and no harm!]
The moment Chu Huaiyuan saw Han Feng pointing at him, he braced himself and walked over.
"You still have the face to beg Elder Zhou?" It's because of you that we, the Korean soldiers, have suffered so much damage! Elder Zhou does not need to hear what he has to say, just kill him! "
Seeing that Chu Huaiyuan still dared to walk over, Han Feng gritted his teeth and said with bloodshot eyes.
"So noisy!" Do I need you to teach me what to do? "
The red-robed old man snorted angrily. The powerful fluctuations around his body spread out in all directions, causing everyone's heart to tremble. They all lowered their heads. Even those pseudo Xiantian masters were no exception.
Han Feng immediately became silent when he heard the old man. He stood in his original spot with his head lowered, not daring to say a word.
"Chu Huaiyuan, right? Let's see what you have to say. If I'm not satisfied with what you have to say, you can stay here today!"
The old man surnamed Zhou glanced at the respectful reaction of the surrounding people and coldly snorted. Immediately after, the ruby gourd in his hand began to emit a small flame. Even the surrounding air began to twist and burn.
The people around the old man all looked at him with fear in their eyes and quickly backed away.
This old man was the Five Elements Sect's cultivator in Korea, Zhou Desheng. His Korean soldier had suffered a great loss and even his Korean population was going to decline. He was afraid that there would not be a good seedling in the next few decades.
"Gulp!"
Chu Huaiyuan looked at the gourd in Zhou Desheng's hands and his pupils constricted. He could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
He had a feeling that if these tiny wisps of flame touched him, he would be burnt to ashes.
"Zhou Xian Zhang!" I heard that you have a grudge with our country's Ye Zhangqing! The thing I asked for has to do with this. "
Chu Huaiyuan summoned up the courage to speak as he sized up Zhou Desheng's expression. He found that although Zhou Desheng's face was still as cold as before, there were a few ripples on his face.
"Ye Zhangqing, the old dog, has a Heaven Spiritual Root this time!" The brat below who massacred the Korean army, he dares to be so arrogant right now, slaughtering Korean soldiers, what's the point of him entering the sect in the future, I beg Zhou Xian Zhang to quickly get rid of him! "
Chu Huaiyuan looked at Chen Fan, his face full of hatred.
"What!?" Heaven Spiritual Root! Is what you said true!? "
Zhou Desheng's face suddenly changed. He couldn't even control the gourd in his hand. A small wisp of flame leaked out, burning a bowl-sized hole in the thick stone floor of the city gate tower.
"Heavens …" Heaven Spiritual Root! "According to the historical records of Korea, there hasn't been a genius like him in nearly a thousand years." Han Feng was also dumbfounded when he heard this.
"If only the Heavenly Spirit Root had been born in my Korea." Thinking up to this point, Han Feng was extremely envious in his heart.
"Absolutely true! Ye Zhangqing had already returned to the sect to report about it. I hope that Zhou Xianfeng can kill this kid quickly, otherwise, it will be troublesome when Ye Zhangqing returns. "
Chu Huaiyuan looked at the empty space on the ground and his face turned pale. Then, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Whoosh!"
Zhou Desheng, on the other hand, didn't even wait to hear the end of the explanation before hurriedly flying off on his treasure gourd. His entire body was emitting an unparalleled spiritual energy fluctuation, and his expression was full of uncertainty.