Chapter 392

"No?"

The emperor roared madly.

A disciple of the Jihad regiment, that's the hard work of his Hu family. Every time he dies, his heart is dripping blood!

"Lord 17, do you really want to be the enemy of Taiyuan?"

Feng Di shouted loudly.

Looking at Han Yun standing in the void, a sense of sadness rose in Feng Di's heart.

The disciples of the Jihad regiment were just complacent, but now, they fell directly to the ground one by one. In the face of the God of death regiment, which is full of war respected and strong, the Jihad regiment is in a trend of falling on one side!

"Hahaha... It's ridiculous that the Hu family wants the Golden Dragon talisman to this extent!"

Han Yun stood in the void laughing.

Wanton laughter rolled out.

"Who is this person?"

"Listen to him, it seems that he is the man of the 17th Lord. I heard that the 17th Lord and the forces of the six cities are robbing the Golden Dragon talisman. Did the 17th Lord kill him!"

"The 17th Lord is the royal family of the kingdom of God. We'd better run away..."

……

Countless voices came.

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at the jihadist disciples being killed one by one, the emperor Feng asked the murderous Korean cloud.

"Who am I?"

Han Yun gave a little meal and then said with a smile: "in Xiaye Liangcheng, Liangcheng is here. Don't surrender quickly!"

"Ye Liangcheng, I'll kill you!"

Feng Di punched Han Yun.

The war spirit is very terrible.

But in the face of the fist of emperor Feng, Han Yun's mouth aroused a touch of disdain.

Level eight little emperor?

Strong!

If Han Yun had been in the past, I'm afraid he would have to spend a lot of time facing the level 8 Little Emperor.

After all, in the seven cities of Swire, in addition to the level 9 Xiaodi strong, there are only the level 8 Xiaodi strong.

As for the great and the strong.

That's just Han Yun's guess.

Han Yun doesn't know whether there is a great emperor or a strong man in the seven ancient cities!

"How dare you kill me, ye Liangcheng?"

Han Yun sneered. Wuxian fought with his fist and greeted him directly.

"Touch!"

With the violent collision, Feng Di flew out upside down.

Although Han Yun's cultivation is only level 7, he is a little emperor.

But Han Yun's physique has also reached level 10.

Coupled with the immortal level fighting skill of Wuxian fighting fist, the attack power of Han Yun's fist has been comparable to the perfection of Xiaodi.

"How can you be so strong?"

Emperor Feng shouted with an unbelievable face.

Seeing that the disciples of the Jihad regiment were tortured and killed, he originally wanted to kill Han Yun and save him.

Who knows Han Yun's strength, since he is so strong!

"In this world, no one can defeat me, ye Liangcheng!"

Han Yun looked at Feng Di with arrogance in his eyes.

"Ye Liangcheng, if you dare to move Taiyuan, aren't you afraid of our ancestors?"

Emperor Feng looked at Han Yun and shouted in a deep voice.

"Grandpa?"

Han Yun raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "you're talking about the mayor of Taiyuan?"

"A little emperor is just a perfect strong man. If he dares to come, ye Liangcheng will kill him today!"

Han Yun's arrogant way.

"You..."

Feng Di's whole body trembled, and then his face said coldly, "do you think I have only the Jihad regiment in Taiyuan?"

"What do you mean?"

Han Yun's eyes flashed.

"Ha ha... Ye Liangcheng, the emperor tells you that if I dare to compete for the Golden Dragon talisman in Taiyuan, I am not afraid of the 17th Lord. The war here is so fierce. I'm afraid my ancestor of Taiyuan has found it here!"

"As long as the ancestor comes, you will all die!"

In the eyes of emperor Feng, it was crazy.

"All have to die!"

Han Yun's eyes were slightly cold, and then he said in a cold voice, "kill me, Jihad disciples, don't leave any!"

"Kill..."

The holy sword in the hands of the disciples of the death battle group fell without hesitation.

"Ah..."

Screams came, and more than a thousand jihadist disciples were killed half of their breath!

"Ye Liangcheng..."

Seeing the disciples of the Jihad regiment fall in a pool of blood one by one, the look of the emperor changed greatly!

"System, is there a great emperor and strong man in Taiyuan?"

Han Yunchao asked the system.

"Yes!"

The system replied.

"Really!"

Han Yun looked a little frozen, and then hurriedly ordered yuan Yue and others: "hurry up!"

"Yes, boss!"

Yuan Yue, a group of people, once again improved their combat effectiveness.

The scream of the Jihad disciples slowly disappeared.

And then Taiyuan city.

"Master, it's bad!"

A disciple of the Hu family rushed into the hall in panic.

"What's going on?"

As soon as the look of master Hu changed, he asked quickly.

"Master, something big happened. Emperor Feng led a thousand Jihad disciples into the Taiyuan mountains and finally found the abnormality of the Taiyuan mountains, but..."

"But what, come on!"

The owner of the Hu family shouted coldly.

"The people who appear in the Taiyuan mountains are the people of the seventeen princes. They are all disciples of the kingdom of God. Now they have fought with my Jihad regiment, and hundreds of my Jihad regiment's disciples have fallen!"

"Touch!"

The owner of the Hu family smashed the armrest of the seat with one palm.

"Seventeen lords..."

The Hu family leader roared, his body flashed and disappeared into the hall.

"Go and inform the grandfather that the 17th Lord is coming!"

The voice of the owner of the Hu family sounded in the Hu family.

The whole Hu family was in chaos.

Countless strong Hu family came to Taiyuan mountains quickly.

"Boss, many strong men are coming!"

After killing the last Jihad disciple, Yuan Yue quickly preached to North Korea and South Korea.

"I see!"

Han Yun nodded slightly.

All the disciples of a thousand jihadists were killed without any resistance.

Five hundred war zuns.

The combat power is really terrible!

"Ye Liangcheng, you killed a thousand disciples of our Jihad regiment. You must die today!"

Emperor Feng looked at Han Yun with a murderous face.

"Hey, hey, hey... I don't know whether I'm dead or not, but I know, you Jihad regiment is really not good!"

Han Yun looked at Feng Di and said with a smile.

"Really?"

A touch of strangeness rose in Feng Di's eyes.

"Is there fraud?"

Han Yun's eyes flashed and the map of the system unfolded.

In addition to the smell of war emperors from Taiyuan, Han Yun did not feel any different changes!

"Ye Liangcheng, you think my Jihad regiment is over so soon!"

Emperor Feng looked at Han Yun and said coldly.

"What do you mean?"

Han Yun frowned.

"Boss, the clothes of the Jihad regiment are strange!"

Just then, Yuan Yue's voice suddenly came.

"What's going on?"

Han Yun's face changed and he stared at the Jihad disciples who fell to the ground.

The corpses were slowly disappearing, and their dark robes, like a fierce beast, were gnawing at their corpses.

"So did the bodies of jihadist disciples in the ancient city of the University disappear?"

Han Yun's body was shocked.

That's weird!

"The disciples of death battle regiment listen to the order and return to the battle regiment space!"

Han Yun hurriedly preached.

"Yes, boss!"

Yuan Yue, a group of people, quickly gathered the clouds of North and South Korea.

"Want to go now?"

Emperor Feng looked at Han Yun and said, "it's late!"

"Roar..."

I saw a terrible evil spirit coming from Taiyuan.