The style of this chapter is not easy to determine. The first release of \\.com\ is either a powerful style or an emotional explosive style. I swayed for a long time and chose a deep and restrained style that is consistent with the style of this book and is in line with the style of Tian Yao to describe it. As long as everyone likes it.

Fly, fly freely like a bird. This is the most wonderful place for Emperor Wuzong.

It is a free bird, not a plane, nor a forced landing.

"Since you come, please feel free."

This statement is floating leisurely in the night sky, as if full of confidence. Emperor Tang is as color as iron, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, and a faint strange color appears.

The blue light and shadow instantly intertwined into the deepest brilliance of the winter night, as if in an alternative way, quietly sublimating this deep winter night.

The blue figure, the blue sword, and the blue light seem to inject a unique charm into the dark night.

The blue sword, from an unpredictable angle, from a person you will never doubt, was lightning as light as clouds and smoke.

The cold sword tip exudes a bit of coldness that refreshes the spleen and lungs, spreading the coldness little by little in every part of Wang Ce's body.

The skin, blood, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and even bone marrow. The unique coldness, gently but indifferently, invaded the body, seemed to freeze Wang Ce.

The blue sword tip soaked the cold smell into the back of the neck. Three points of the flesh were inserted into the flesh, and slowly flowed down strands of red blood, mixing on the blue sword, which was particularly shocking.

Extremely powerful pressure surged out of the tip of the sword, forcing Wang Ce to slowly land from mid-air.

Wang Ce was full of bitter mouth and laughed sadly: "It's all flying, the birds are very comfortable, but the planes don't. Because there are always times when the planes are forced to land. And I don't like the forced landing."

The tip of the sword penetrated into the back of the neck, and Wang Ce could only turn his head slightly within a certain range, and vaguely saw the man in green standing behind him.

All kinds of tastes, thousands of words, ended up turning into one sentence: "Uncle Wanghun, why is it you!"

The half-emperor soul had no expression on his face, but his hands were very stable, so stable that there was no trembling, and he did not give Wang Ce a chance at all.

"Qingyi, Qingjian. I never thought that one day I would be pointed at by this Qingjian and put it on my neck." Wang Ce quickly sucked and let out an endless sigh: "Why is it you?"

The cold winter night cannot cover the indifference and deep sadness in Wang Ce's voice: "In this world, there will always be betrayals and betrayals. However, there are some people who are worthy of belief and will not betrayal. //.com Novel Network//"

"Uncle Wang Hun, I always thought you were one of them, you were the one who would be the most unlikely person to betray. I believe you, better than others."

Wang Ce's eyes were very bright and dim, but they looked like a peerless sword, with the most dazzling sword energy. The invisible burst of sword energy made the half-emperor soul's hand, which had never shaken before, tremble slightly.

Emperor Tang smiled gently, walked over, gently and lovingly touching Wang Ce's head: "You are my Gu Bo's only son, and I will not harm you. No matter when, you must remember this."

"In addition, I want to remind you that he has not betrayed you, nor has he betrayed you."

Wang Ce closed his eyes, took a strong breath, suppressing the waves in his heart: "Because he has always been yours."

Emperor Tang smiled: "Wang Hun is one of his names, and his other name is Gu Hun." He smiled lightly at Wang Ce: "He is my righteous brother. It is most appropriate for you to call him uncle."

Wang Ce smiled faintly and sarcastically: "Gu Feng, Gu Yin, now another Gu Hun pops up. How many righteous brothers do you have? I think you would explain it earlier next time, otherwise I would be sorry if I killed the wrong person."

Wang Ce said Gu Yin's name, Emperor Tang was not surprised at all, and just laughed: "What you know is everything."

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes: "That so-called grandfather, for Gu and to recruit helpers, is really good at it." After saying that, he glanced at the wooden half-emperor soul: "Uncle Gu Hun, I'm sorry, you are just one of them, or, maybe change the word, congratulations on becoming the tool of Gu in the name of his brother."

The half-emperor soul took a cold breath and said lightly: "I only know your father."

Wang Ce paused and couldn't help laughing wildly: "Gu Bo, I thought you were so generous, haha. It turns out that you are just a villain. It turns out that Gu Hun is your sworn brother who has been sworn in private. It turns out that Fei Yinxue and the others don't know Gu Hun's existence at all."

After a meal, Wang Ce was full of sneering: "You don't even believe in Fei Yinxue, who else do you dare to believe? Who have you believed in in this life?"

"Hahaha, it's so damn funny. You have never believed everyone, including your confidant, but you fuckingly ask others to believe you and ask me to believe you. What qualifications do you have? Hahaha!"

Wang Ce's crazy laughter filled with rebellious and ridiculous laughter, raging in the dark night.

A wisp of rage burst out in his eyes and soon disappeared without a trace. Emperor Tang of the Emperor released the qi to isolate his voice: "The superiors never put their bets and trust on one person."

Emperor Tang's eyes were deep: "As a father, this is the first truth I taught you."

Wang Ce sighed to the sky: "Gu Bo, there is no need to say more. You won. If you were for the Martial God Scroll, you had already won everything." He didn't believe in Gu Bo, and before he came, he hid his Martial God Scroll. The only person who knew whereabouts was the half-imperial soul.

Sure enough, half of the emperor's soul took a half volume of the Martial God Scroll from his arms and handed it to Emperor Tang. Emperor Tang smiled faintly: "The Martial God Scroll is yours, but it is even more what I want."

He walked forward and took back the previous half-martial god scroll from Wang Ce's arms.

"It's mine, and in the final analysis, it's mine."

Emperor Tang patted the three Martial God Books that he had finally gathered, and smiled with satisfaction. He smiled and suddenly coughed again, spitting out blood.

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Emperor Tang won. Perhaps, it should be said that Gu Bo won.

The half-imperial soul became the chess piece that Emperor Tang had ambushed the deepest.

At a critical moment, Wang Ce suddenly took action. He was almost unprepared and said on the spot.

Talk about Ji Ru, Emperor Lu, Hu Bao, Brother Cialis, etc. Wang Ce has seen and fought countless top figures in the past ten years. He is very cautious and sensitive when facing those mind-blooded masters, and occasionally fearful, but that will only happen in a short time.

No one has ever made Wang Ce persevere and even feel fear. It includes Tan Jiru, who made him lose face after repeated defeat, and the conspirator Cialis.

Gu Bo is the first and the only one.

From wisdom, from mind, from viciousness, from cruelty, from cruelty. Wang Ce admitted that he lost more than one street to Gu Bo. Maybe, this is the style of the superior, maybe, this is the prerequisite for the Human Emperor?

On the way back to the palace by Emperor Tang, Wang Ce thought about it and suddenly burst into laughter.

Emperor Tang looked over in surprise, as if he felt that Wang Ce could still laugh. Wang Ce's cultivation was suppressed, and he wondered if he was explaining: "I think it's quite funny."

"The Lord, God's grace will bring me, and countless people want me to die. But even Liu Xiao failed to do anything to me last time, and you easily captured me alive. I don't know what it would be if those people knew."

The half-emperor's soul suddenly looked strange, and Wang Ce could laugh. Emperor Tang had no expression on his face for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "It's very interesting. But, aren't you worried?"

It's very interesting. Dalu and the God-Enhe had already wanted to kill him, Wang Ce, but a few years ago, Ji Qianbai and others, and in the past two years, Wang Ce became an iron-shelled turtle based on his love for his sons, and even the Supreme Martial Emperor could do nothing.

Wang Ce asked back with a smile: "Worried? Why should I worry? Didn't you say that you won't harm me? Could it be that you just like to slap yourself?"

"If you arrest me, you want to force me to be the crown prince, okay. Then I can only let it go."

It seems that Wang Ce is not worried about the situation at all, but instead shamelessly said, "If you really want to force me to be the emperor, then I will just act like it."

Perhaps because he was angry by Wang Ce's shamelessness, Emperor Tang burst into a violent cough, Yu Guang glanced at the half-emperor's soul and said to himself: "Are you really afraid that I will kill you?"

Wang Ce said: "What are the benefits for you to kill me?" After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and a cold light flashed: "Without my War Spirit Army, how can you deal with the army of tens of millions of Dalu?"

With the old eunuch Wang, he quietly returned to the palace without interruption.

Emperor Tang narrowed his eyes, shining with a wise light, and waved his sleeves to signal Lao Wang and the half-emperor soul to retreat: "I hope you can understand your situation. I don't want to harm your life, and you, it's better not to try to escape."

Wang Ce was calm and sneered: "You have suppressed my cultivation. Just relying on the appearance of all the scholars, do you think I can escape under the eyes of the Supreme Martial Emperor? You Gu Bo, you are not such an incompetent person."

The mind cannot be restrained. The mind is like thoughts. Can you confine thoughts? Of course, it cannot be. Unless Wang Ce is knocked unconscious.

However, Wang Ce was controlled with his true energy, and he was quite an ordinary person. He lost his mobility. No matter how strong his defense of the minds of the various philosophers was, he would definitely fall into a completely passive and passively beaten situation. In a supreme martial emperor and half-emperor soul, the energy of the minds of the various philosophers would soon be wiped out and could not escape at all.

Emperor Tang shook his head gently: "Why do you have to say mean words? The outcome doesn't matter to you."

Wang Ce smiled shyly: "I have never been used to holding my life in other people's hands."

While saying that, Wang Ce sat down and signaled: "Tea?"

Emperor Tang laughed: "Old Wang, give me tea."

Old eunuch Wang moved quickly and quickly brought the steaming tea.

Wang Cean was so calm that he poured himself a cup of leisurely and contentment. The vast white water vapor quickly lingered in, obscuring his appearance and expression.

Emperor Tang looked at his son with a stare and said gently: "You are right. The army of tens of millions of people needs the Battle Spirit Army to deal with it."

"So?" Wang Ce raised the teacup, signaled with sneer, and handed it to his mouth.

Emperor Tang smiled strongly: "The Battle Spirit Army is yours, and in the final analysis, it can also become mine."

"So, hand over the item that controls the War Spirit Army."

With a snap.

The tea cup handed to Wang Ce’s mouth exploded instantly.
Chapter completed!