History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

"I am 30 strokes to fight the Emperor? I can take him out with one finger."

The evil sword fairy face, gaze, the small role of the Emperor, he can be a powder in a stroke, the second move, is the greatest humiliation for him, not to mention thirty strokes.

In front of this man, who was called the owner of the sedum, he couldn’t touch it easily, but he couldn’t easily shoot it, but the incompetent generation of the Emperor, who could only tremble in front of himself, was as easy as killing an ant.

"No, it should be said to be a mouse."

The evil sword fairy looked scornfully at the sky outside the Wuji Pavilion, with a slight accident in his eyes.

The Heavenly Emperor of Heaven is not only peeping outside, but even the gods of the heavens are hiding in the dark clouds.

Whether it is the Emperor, or the gods of the heavens, in his eyes are ants, oh, it is not worthy of his attention.

Therefore, even if these gods have been hiding outside, the evil swordsman has not been found.

It’s not that he can’t find it, but he doesn’t bother to look for it.

Absorbing the evil spirits of the six realms, it also caused the arrogant character of the evil sword fairy. Everything is empty, especially after growing into a complete body, it is self-proclaimed to be the best in the world. No one can rival.

If Zhou Yang did not make things beyond his expectations, he would not treat Zhou Yang so carefully.

Unknown, it is terrible, mysterious, is the strongest.

He wants to look for Zhou Yang's shortcomings in the process of gambling, or to see his strength.

In essence, the evil sword fairy is still a sinister person, fearing the strong, otherwise, not long ago, he will not be stunned by the empty city of Sedum, scared to escape.

"If you still have no confidence in the 30 strokes, then fifty strokes? How about the hundred moves?"

Zhou Yang did not seem to feel the tyrannical temperament emitted by the evil sword fairy. He smiled lightly, as if in his eyes, the evil sword fairy was a weak one, not worth mentioning, but he could wave it.

"咕噜~"

Outside the Wuji Pavilion, the gods in the sky, when they heard Zhou Yang’s banter, could not help but swallow and spit, and the head was slightly cold.

Fortunately, the object of the gambling is not them. The evil sword fairy is arrogant in Zhou Yang’s eyes, but in the eyes of the gods, this is the powerful strength of the evil sword fairy, ignoring all the powerful strength.

These so-called gods, in the eyes of evil swordsmen, are really worth mentioning.

Just as they never pay attention to a mortal in the world, mortals make bows and arrows in the mortal world. Do these gods fear that they will be shot from heaven by mortals? Was chopped by the mortal weapons?

No, because mortals and gods are not people of the world, the quality of the two is qualitatively different.

The difference between a mortal and a **** is like the difference between them and the evil swords.

"I don't know if we want to change a new Emperor, and the Emperor does not know how many years have been done?"

"I feel that the three tactics of the Emperor of Heaven can't hold it, and I was killed by the evil swordsman."

"Three strokes? I am afraid that it will be grayed out."

"If the Emperor could not deprive us of my power, who would listen to his orders."

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The gods around the Emperor of Heaven, one by one carefully away from the Emperor of Heaven, eyes constantly exchange, it is clear that no one is optimistic about the Emperor.

When the evil swordsman became a complete body, the six worlds were discolored, every move, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the gods and devils cried. This strength is almost in the same way.

What's more, the evil swords are beyond the six realms. They don't know **** the evil swords, how can they fight the evil swords?

A powerful and powerful devil, how do they deal with it?

The Emperor of Heaven has no mood to pay attention to the words spoken by the gods around him. His whole heart is concerned with Zhou Yang and the evil swords. Once the two gambling agreements are reached, he will greet the evil swordsman. attack.

He cultivated the Taoist way. Although he has been able to do the golden mouth, his own combat power is not very high.

If he is stronger than the evil sword fairy, will he let the evil sword fairy grow up?

He saved his life at most under the evil swords.

"Is there a lot of one hundred tricks?"

The evil swordsman has not yet spoken. The side of Jingtian’s eyes is looking at Zhou Yang. Although he thinks that the Emperor of Heaven is powerful, compared with the evil swords, the strength of the Emperor is far from being.

If the evil swordsman agreed, down a hundred strokes, Jingtian really did not live to the Emperor and had any hope.

Between the evil swords and the fairy, the food in the city of Luzhou can be disappeared. With a wave of hand, you can move him to any corner of the six worlds. The five elders of Lushan are powerful and powerful. In the hands of Jian Xian, there is no resistance.

The power of the evil sword fairy is not blown out, but he saw it with his own eyes. He believes that even if he has seen the magical respects of the building several times, I am afraid that it is far from the opponent of the evil sword fairy.

"The owner, if we are thinking about it, the 30 strokes will be almost the same."

Sedum went to Zhou Yang's front and whispered.

The evil swordsmen are less likely to make a big move. If they win the hope, they will make a big one. If they lose, all the people in the Three Worlds of Xianjian will die.

He believes Zhou Yang can raise the dead, but he does not believe that he can afford the value.

"Fifty strokes? One hundred strokes?"

The eyes of the evil swordsman have become red, and the black mist that rises up and rises, filled the whole Wuji Pavilion, and the violent atmosphere makes the tables and chairs in the room become powder.

This is the greatest humiliation he has received from the realization of today's realization.

Especially after Sedum has said thirty strokes, the anger in the heart of the evil swordsman is like a volcanic eruption, destroying the earth and destroying the land, like a big wave of waves, overwhelming.

"Three strokes, three strokes, gambling the world, I have three tricks, the Emperor does not die, the world is saved by you."

"If after three moves, the Emperor is dead, everyone will die, including Sedum."

The evil sword fairy extended three fingers, the tone was cold, and the word was a word.

“Why include me every time?”

Jingtian’s face changed and he shouted, how did he offend the evil swordsman, why did he add him every time he bet?

“I have said that I want to increase my bet, play bigger, plus how do we?”

Zhou Yang waved his hand and said freely.

"Plus ourselves?"

There is a playful smile in the eyes of the evil spirits, and his eyes stay on Zhou Yang's body, as if he wants to look at each of his cells.

"How to gamble?"

The evil sword fairy is full of confidence. He is immortal. Instead, he has a bit of interest in Zhou Yang’s bet. If the person in front of him loses, he really wants to see his fear.

Can he still maintain such a calm expression?

"I lost you to dispose of it, you lost the disposal of Wan Wan Building, fair."

Zhou Yang’s face was dull and said.

"How can I get a guarantee?"

The evil sword fairy brows slightly wrinkled, this Wanjielou is what power, but when he thinks of the weak strength of the Emperor, he will let go of his heart.

In this game, he won, and why should he consider the outcome of the loss.

He only needs to consider winning, how to get a bet, Zhou Yangxi will let him deal with it?

Zhou Yang’s appearance and strength are too strange. He lost a week and he did not have much confidence in catching Zhou Yang.

"You won't have confidence in your strength."

Zhou Yang shook his head and sighed.

"it is good!"

Evil Swordsman opened the way ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, the gambling is over, he will try his hand to test the strength of Zhou Yang, and then he will personally come to the fruit of victory, which is more interesting.

"Do you really think about my feelings?"

Above the sky, the Emperor looked at Zhou Yang and the evil swordsman who had reached an agreement, and they were as earthy and resentful.

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, Zhou Yang has no loss to the evil swordsman. After losing, he will let the other party dispose of it.

He has long seen that the two gambling people, no matter who wins or loses, will not let the other party dispose of.

However, just like a gambling game that seems to be playing, even taking his life as a gamble, you should at least ask my opinion.

Do you want to know that I am a man who can manipulate the results of the game?

At this moment, the Emperor couldn't wait to go to Zhou Yang's face in a hard-pressed manner. He said, "I will die for you now."