Chapter 1147 (1/2)

His pace was very leisurely and slow, but he directly shrunk to an inch. In a few blinks, he came thirty feet away from the East Palace Fu and stood still.

His name is Duan Cheng.

”Now, what's in your heart?”

In the indifferent eyes of the East Palace Fu, there was a touch of confusion.

”There are 10000 grass mud horses galloping.”

Duan Cheng said faintly with a smile.

”Ha ha, well said!”

With Duan Cheng's words, there was a burst of laughter outside the court.

Even dongfangzhi, who was wearing red armor, couldn't help smiling.

Facing the unbridled ridicule outside the court, Donggong Fu didn't see the slightest anger. He still just stood there quietly and said faintly: ”your curse is also fresh and creative.”

”Scum, die!”

Duan Cheng was quite straightforward. After dropping the sentence ”ten thousand grass mud horses are galloping”, he stopped talking nonsense. His hands suddenly shook. The two saw gears marked two dazzling silver lights, rotating at a high speed and cutting hard to the East Palace in front.

”Obviously, you are still just a clown. Your attack is still just a trick.”

Looking at the two giant gears that were killed quickly, the East Palace Fu said faintly.

Then, his slender figure suddenly shook and turned into a residual shadow, holding an ink sword to quickly meet the two giant gears.

”Ping Ping!”

A crazy battle, once again opened the prelude.

”Hiss!”

A moment.

A sharp black sword suddenly crossed in the sight of all people, and Duan Cheng's head was cut off and rolled down to the ground.

”Why, no one believes that I am the real master of this hero society. All other practitioners are just clowns?”

East Palace Fu holds a bloody black sword and stands proudly in the center of the martial arts field, with a tendency to look down on the world.

Next, the scene of the competition can be imagined. These practitioners are desperate to compete for the emperor's liquid. In addition, the jumping clowns who are opened and closed by the East Palace Fu have already lost all their reason. Many practitioners rush into the field and fight with the East Palace Fu madly.

It's just a pity that Donggong Fu, the 47th cultivator on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See, has too terrible strength. Even if he doesn't use the heart of streamer, he also has one man in charge of the pass. When ten thousand men can't open, all the cultivators who rush into the field are mercilessly cut under the black sword.

The whole basaltic scene was full of melancholy clouds, which was deeply shrouded by a bleak taste.