Chapter 2821 Provoke the Hundred Sons!

"Weak! Too weak! Are you vampires only bragging? With this kind of strength, you dare to come out and challenge your grandpa Yang? You said you won't be reborn, but you won't be reborn!"

Above the void, Yang Qing danced with a spear.

With the power of a single shot, Ba Hao would definitely vomit blood.

Ba Hao, who is also a half-step true emperor, is not Yang Qing's opponent at all.

The faces of the strong men of the blood clan turned dark as the bottom of the pot.

It's not scary to be arrogant, what's scary is that you can't beat other people's arrogance!

Especially, it's Yang Qing, the slobbery guy.

Although Yang Qing is cheap, his strength is really strong.

Especially after following Ye Yuan, fighting with the Hai Clan in a dark and dark way, coupled with the success of crossing the tribulation, the current strength is really crushing the same level.

Ba Hao's strength is not weak.

He didn't brag, he was indeed a rare opponent in the same class.

But compared with the current Yang Qing, it was too far behind.

Yang Qing has not been idle these days, and has also fought against the strong players of the Tianyi Alliance.

No defeat!

"Hey, you guys, what are you still doing? Your grandpa Yang said that one of you will hit you fifty, and one will hit you fifty! Come on, let's let your grandpa Yang have a good time!" Yang Qing said on the sidelines. Suppressing Ba Hao, he said arrogantly.

Those commanders were almost about to explode.

This guy is so cheap!

Those who come to guard the space channel can be said to be the elite of the blood race.

Their fighting power is quite powerful.

But now, he was beaten by a peer!

I can't hold back on their faces!

"Damn it, this is a race war, not a martial arts competition, who the hell will follow the rules! Let's go together and tear this guy's mouth apart!"

"Since you want one against fifty, then we will fulfill you!"

"Stupid humans, you will find that provoking the blood race is the biggest mistake of your life!"

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There were twelve commanders who came out, all of whom were truly emperors!

The strength of the twelve people joining forces is evident.

Yang Qing's strength is strong, but not so strong.

"Ye Yuan, you are still watching! Your sister, are you trying to kill me? They don't play by the rules anymore, and you still talk to them?" Yang Qing yelled.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Didn't you want one against fifty? There are only twelve people now, so it's hard for me to make a move!"

"I'm xxx, you fuck me every time! Ahhh, I'm dead!" Yang Qing yelled strangely.

This guy is a living treasure.

But his ability to pull hatred is indeed strong.

Otherwise, Ye Yuan wouldn't have brought him here.

Attracting twelve half-step real emperors at once, this is a big deal!

This guy Yang Qing screamed again and again, but he won't lose for a while.

Ye Yuan's attention was in the direction of the blood camp.

At a glance, he saw three figures.

Even standing in the army, those three people are so outstanding.

The strong blood clan next to them looked at the three of them with faint fear and admiration.

Among them, some real emperors are even included!

Ye Yuan concluded almost instantly that these three people were the three of the hundred sons of the Holy Emperor!

The hundred sons of the Holy Emperor have extremely strong blood, and it is almost a certainty that they will enter the emperor's realm in the future.

Ye Yuan also heard that the blood clan has always had a tradition of selecting the hundred sons of the Holy Emperor.

Most of today's dominant masters stand out from among the hundred sons of the Holy Emperor.

From this we can see how strong the Hundred Sons of the Holy Emperor are!

Ye Yuan was looking at them, and they were also looking at Ye Yuan.

"That kid is very strong!" Yan Meng said suddenly.

Wushang said disapprovingly: "No matter how strong it is, it's nothing more than a rebellious cultivator, and heresy, it's not worth mentioning at all!"

Yuan Zheng laughed and said: "Don't underestimate this kid. I heard that when Luo Chuan chased him down, he attracted seven or nine times of calamity! After seven or nine times of calamity, he survived. I'm afraid his fighting power will not be inferior. For you two!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Meng and Wushang's faces turned black.

Among the three of them, Yuan Zheng ranked the highest, eighty-eight.

No injury ranked second, ninety-three.

Yan Meng ranked last, ninety-seventh!

The ranking of the Holy Emperor's hundred sons was all obtained from a pool of blood, and there must be no falsehood.

Eighty-eight is better than ninety!

There is no doubt about this.

Therefore, Yuan Zheng did have the capital to despise the two.

Yan Meng was okay, but Wushang said furiously: "Yuan Zheng, don't be so rampant! I will definitely kill you in a short time!"

The hundred sons of the Holy Emperor are all lunatics, and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

They are naturally unwilling to be inferior to others.

Therefore, the ranking of the hundred sons of the Holy Emperor will often change.

As a matter of fact, the strength of those below the top 100 should not be underestimated.

Yan Meng ranked ninety-seven, so it may not be safe.

It is precisely this mechanism that makes the fighting power of the blood race extremely powerful.

Coupled with their immortality, there is no rival at the same level.

Therefore, no matter how strong Ye Yuan was, the three of them didn't take them seriously.

Yuan Zheng didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "It's up to you? Hehe, I'm going to challenge Qilin when things are over here!"

As soon as these words came out, Wushang's expressions changed again!

Qi Lin is the eighty-fifth ranked powerhouse.

If Yuan Zheng succeeds in the challenge, his ranking will increase a lot!

Is this guy's strength already so strong?

And at this moment, Ye Yuan suddenly stretched out a little finger, and tickled the three of them playfully.

The murderous aura on the three of them spread instantly.

Yuan Zheng played with taste: "Interesting, this guy is actually provoking us!"

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, looking unmoved.

The meaning is obvious, you are not worth our shot!

Indeed, Yuan Zheng didn't take Ye Yuan seriously at all.

Seven or nine robberies, what is it?

Their combat power is no less than that of the True Emperor!

Survive seventy-nine robberies, nine out of ten will be sure!

Ye Yuan also didn't care, and suddenly grinned.

Crash!

Hundreds of Shenyuan swords swung away in an instant, directly entering the battle circle.

Puff puff!

His arrival was like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

These guys who were tied with Yang Qing were wiped out by Ye Yuan in a few rounds!

Yes, it's not beheading, it's obliteration!

Of course, everyone didn't care, every time Ye Yuan killed a person, he used Dao sword to suppress a drop of blood.

This action of his is extremely concealed, even the real emperor would never want to discover it.

Yang Qing, on the other hand, was startled and yelled strangely: "You bastard, you've become stronger again!"

Seventy-nine calamities are a huge baptism for Ye Yuan.

With the power of Dao Jie, his strength has indeed gone one step further.

His Qiankun Sword Formation is even stronger!

Twelve people died within less than a hundred breaths.

And Ye Yuan also collected twelve drops of blood essence.

In this trip, his mission was successfully completed.

Twelve half-steps are true emperors, and they are blood elites. These blood essences are much more precious than the ones he collected before.

Then, Ye Yuan stretched out his little finger again, and ticked at the three of them, the provocative meaning became stronger.