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However, after all, Mu Yu is the suspect who killed his son. They have a deep hatred. If he flinches, he will be ridiculed by the world.

"I think you are afraid. I didn't expect that the strength of the leader of the grand scene is so vulnerable." Mu Yu sneered lightly.

Mu Yu's words are like stepping on Chen Jianghe's tail, which makes him blush and angry.

However, strength is not allowed.

No anger can be released.

With the passage of time, Chen Jianghe's blood power has gradually dried up, and the power of blood sword has become weaker and weaker.

On the other hand, Mu Yu's sword power was not affected by half a point from beginning to end.

Gradually they began to gain the upper hand.

"Ah..."

The void sword completely crushed the blood sword, and the great power of the sword directly split on Chen Jianghe's chest.

Like a meteorite, Chenjiang River fell directly to the ground.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Chen Tianhe is full of unwilling, and his eyes show a trace of ruthless color. Before he falls to the ground, he takes out a dark token and throws it out high.

The dark black token suddenly turned into a mass of black smoke, wrapped Chen Tianhe, did not let him continue to fall.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, you think of me at last."

A gloomy voice sounded in Chen Tianhe's ear, as if it came from Jiuyou abyss.

"As long as you can kill this boy, I will give one third of the northeast to the dead." Chen Jianghe covered his chest and gritted his teeth.

In order to kill Mu Yu, he paid a lot. One third of the northeast is willing to give up.

"Master Chen Jingzhu is really wise. In that case, I'll take care of him."

The black fog suddenly rose into the sky and turned into a demon God in black armor. The whole space dimmed at the moment of his appearance.

"The dead?"

Mu Yu frowned. Unexpectedly, Chen Jianghe, as the leader of the northeast, was in collusion with the dead.

No wonder before, the Northeast was occupied by the dead people so quickly. I'm afraid the Chenjiang river is also contributing to the fire.

"Human beings, your talent is very high, but you are very unfortunate to meet me, the emperor of magic."

The whole body of emperor Moyu soared up, and the power of terror seemed to suppress the void.

All of a sudden, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the end had come.

Mu Yu can clearly feel that this person's breath is far stronger than the king of the dead people such as blood killing king and evil spirit king.

But it's not as good as the devil.

It is almost equivalent to the human friars in the early days of the holy land.

"You dead people are really stubborn. After so many people died, how dare you be so arrogant!" Mu Yu said coldly.

"Foolish man!"

The demon emperor said with disdain: "you don't know how powerful our dead spirit clan is. What you see now is just the strength of the tip of our iceberg."

"When our army comes again, it will be the day of your complete destruction."

Mu Yu said faintly: "you're really familiar with this. A guy named the devil emperor once said something similar, but He's gone to sleep underground. "

"Are you going to accompany him?"

The magic emperor's face suddenly changed. Among the Nine Emperors of the dead spirit clan, his strength was the weakest.

The devil is stronger than him.

Unexpectedly, the devil died in the hands of this boy.