Chapter 208 Emperor Qing’s back-up plan—the temple messenger!
Li Yunrui was immersed in his own thoughts at this time, with a dull look on his face.

The guards took her away without hesitation.

Their movements were quick and efficient, and everyone had been moved in a matter of moments.

At this moment, only Emperor Qing and four others were left fighting on the top of the mountain.

The invisible sword energy in the shadow's hand continued to attack Emperor Qing. The sword energy was as unpredictable as a ghost, sometimes attacking from strange angles, and sometimes pouring down like a rainstorm.

Emperor Qing had a stern expression on his face and nimbly dodged the shadow's attack while always keeping a close eye on Yuan Tiangang's movements.

Relying on his three hundred years of Tiangang Jue skills, Yuan Tiangang began to confront Emperor Qing head-on with great momentum.

Every time he attacked, it was done with overwhelming force, as if he could shake the heaven and earth to pieces.

Emperor Qing was not to be outdone. With the blessing of the kingly qi, he exuded a powerful aura.

Although his combat experience is not as rich as Yuan Tiangang's, the dominance and endurance of his true Qi are even better than Yuan Tiangang's.

Emperor Qing swung his fist with a force as powerful as thunder, colliding with Yuan Tiangang's palm force, making a deafening sound.

The air around seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, with flying sand and rocks making it difficult to open one's eyes.

Yuan Tiangang's body shook slightly, and he immediately adjusted his state and launched an attack again.

He displayed the exquisite moves in the Tiangang Jue, and his palms flew, attacking Emperor Qing like a storm.

Emperor Qing used the kingly Qi to protect his body and resisted Yuan Tiangang's attack while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

The shadow was waiting for an opportunity to move, constantly emitting invisible sword energy to distract Emperor Qing's attention.

His figure was as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult to grasp his figure.

The battle between the three was extremely intense, and every move was full of danger and challenge.

After a short fight, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Emperor Qing was originally as strong as Yuan Tiangang, but Yuan Tiangang dared to fight him at the risk of his life, which made Emperor Qing gradually fall into a disadvantage in the fight with Yuan Tiangang.

There was also a shadow of a great master nearby who kept harassing him, and Emperor Qing was in a difficult situation.

The shadow's invisible sword energy followed him like a shadow, attacking him from tricky angles from time to time, forcing Emperor Qing to distract himself to deal with it.

At this moment, Ye Liuyun had already dealt with Hong Sixiang.

His body was as fast as lightning, ready to join the camp besieging Emperor Qing.

This time, Emperor Qing completely lost the power to resist.

Ye Liuyun's Liuyun San Shou was like floating white clouds, seemingly gentle but containing huge power. His swordsmanship was even more agile and unpredictable. With the shadow on his left and right, the harassment from the two made Emperor Qing exhausted and he had no chance to fight back.

Yuan Tiangang saw the right opportunity, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he gathered all his strength from three hundred years of Tiangang Jue and swung out a palm.

This palm was as powerful as thunder, attacking Emperor Qing with overwhelming force.

Emperor Qing was unable to dodge and was knocked flying.

His body drew an arc in the air like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Dust rose up and Emperor Qing was lying on the ground with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Yuan Tiangang sneered and slowly walked in front of Emperor Qing. With a hint of sarcasm and provocation in his eyes, he asked, "Emperor Qing, you are at the end of your rope. What other means do you have?"

Emperor Qing was lying on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, but he suddenly laughed, and that laughter was full of madness and determination.

Then he shouted loudly, and his voice echoed among the mountains.

"If you don't come out, I will really die!!!"

A moment later, six people dressed exactly like Wu Zhu and holding iron rods walked out from all directions.

They stood tall and straight with steady steps, like ghosts walking out of the darkness.

There was no expression on their faces, their eyes were covered with black cloth, and the iron rods in their hands emitted a cold light.

The wind blew gently, blowing up the corners of their clothes, but it could not blow away the murderous aura emanating from them. Yuan Tiangang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the six mysterious people who suddenly appeared, and was secretly alert in his heart.

He could feel the powerful aura emanating from these people; their strength should definitely not be underestimated.

Emperor Qing looked at Yuan Tiangang, his eyes revealing a hint of pride and madness, as if to say: "I still have a trump card, this battle is not over yet.

These are the messengers in the temple! Each of them has the strength of a grandmaster!

You guys want to kill me, how can it be that easy? ! "

Facing Emperor Qing's shouting, Yuan Tiangang also showed a serious expression on his face.

His eyes were fixed on Emperor Qing, his thoughts racing as he pondered over a strategy for dealing with the situation.

However, just as Yuan Tiangang fell into deep thought, an unexpected figure appeared.

Su Wenyi's figure slowly emerged, his steps were steady and his eyes were firm.

Following Su Wenyi were Fan Xian, Wu Zhu, Cang Qiong and the armored A Bao.

Fan Xian looked at the scene with a serious expression, especially at those people who looked exactly like Wu Zhu.

Wuzhu and Cangqiong still had no expression on their faces, and he held the iron rod tightly in his hands.

Po looks majestic in armor, and the armor on his body sparkles with metallic luster in the sun.

Emperor Qing stared at Su Wenyi, Fan Xian and others, and the expression on his face kept changing.

First he was shocked, and that shock surged in his heart like a surging tide.

He never imagined that all this was actually Su Wenyi's plan.

Su Wenyi actually planned such an earth-shaking action behind the scenes.

Then, fear enveloped him like a shadow.

When he saw Cangqiong and Wuzhu brought by Su Wenyi, the fear in his heart spread instantly.

And the anger burned in his heart like a raging fire.

He glared at Fan Xian, his eyes full of disbelief.

Fan Xian, the man he thought was his own son, was actually involved.

In Emperor Qing's heart, although he killed Ye Qingmei, he still thought he was very good to Fan Xian.

He gave Fan Xian glory and power, and he thought Fan Xian would stand on his side, but reality gave him a heavy blow.

However, after just a moment, Emperor Qing's emotions began to reverse.

Emperor Qing calculated that even if Su Wenyi, Wuzhu and the temple messenger were included, plus Yuan Tiangang, Yingzi and Ye Liuyun, there would only be six of them.

On my side, besides myself, there are six temple messengers.

If possible, I can also try to win over Ye Liuyun.

In this way, the advantage is still on my side!

Thinking about it, Emperor Qing began to think about how to execute the rate.

After Emperor Qing struggled to stand up, his upright figure, although a little disheveled, still exuded the majesty of a king.

His eyes stared straight at Su Wenyi like sharp swords, as if he wanted to see through him.

Su Wenyi met Emperor Qing's gaze with a calm expression.

Seeing Emperor Qing and the temple messenger behind him, he narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly calculated the situation in his mind.

Then he walked forward a few steps and came to Yuan Tiangang's side.

Su Wenyi asked with concern: "Are you not hurt?"

(End of this chapter)