Chapter 884 Feng Chen and the Empress

Jiang Fan said: "When you rise high and enter the mountain, the Supreme Emperor's mind will naturally be activated in advance. Unfortunately, it is not the best time when the yin and yang are not alternating."

Ba Qing smiled and said: "My subordinates didn't want to give him the best opportunity. If it weren't for the deep water, Tang Wu would hide his master and wouldn't even give him a chance to pass on his skills."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "You can't stop him. He has been planning for a long time and has made careful arrangements. You have already chosen the best opportunity to attack."

Meng Laoshuai was a little curious: "What are you talking about? Besides rebellion, does the Supreme Emperor have other things?"

Jiang Fan said: "He wants to become a great sage."

Meng Laoshuai frowned: "Impossible. Although Yingpei has excellent qualifications, it is a pity that he has been a hostage for many years and has been plagued by hidden injuries. Martial arts has always been weak. Based on his situation, the Grand Master is already at the peak, and even the venerable can't breakthrough."

Jiang Fan said: "This is indeed the case to ordinary people. But in the end, we have all underestimated the emperor's methods. It is really amazing that he can find that kind of person, replace others with others, and gain enlightenment through Dafa."

Meng Ao was puzzled, so Jiang Fan simply explained the matter.

The old commander was horrified and moved: "Unexpectedly... the Supreme Emperor seems to be dormant, but he has been planning big things."

"He has played games with His Majesty several times and understood that martial arts is indispensable. This has been buried for a long time. It's just that I don't know what deal he secretly made with Shi Jiao, so that the ancestor of the Za family could pass on all his skills to him."

Ba Qing said: "I have met this person. What Ding Lang said is indeed credible. Shi Jiao believes that only the Zajia can be said to be one of the hundreds of schools. He is almost paranoid about the Zajia he created. As long as Yingpei promises him those things, he will be willing to do so. . Besides, he really doesn’t have much time left, so he has to make the best choice.”

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I'm afraid... he made the worst choice..."

The same thing happened in another place.

"Fengchen, you made the worst choice."

The one who spoke was the Empress Ying Wushuang.

And in front of her was none other than the contemporary Dark Emperor of the Dark Dynasty, Feng Chen.

Fengchen's appearance is truly unparalleled.

Nearly two meters tall, his body is in perfect golden proportions, his facial lines are like a sculpture carved with a knife and an axe, and his white hair and eyebrows not only don't make people feel weird, but make people feel that he is more outstanding in the world. Especially the red mole between the eyebrows, which represents the emperor of the Feng family, looks even more extraordinary.

Coupled with his incomparable noble bearing and proud aura, the whole person is like a god coming out of a myth, with his own radiance that makes people look up to him.

However, at this moment, Feng Chen's eyes were full of burning passion, his gaze was full of aggression and plunder, and he made no secret of the desire for the empress in front of him.

"Hahaha..." Feng Chen looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Sister Wushuang, I am the emperor. There is nothing wrong with any choice, and there is no such thing as bad."

The empress looked at him: "Your arrogance makes you unaware of your mistakes."

Feng Chen laughed loudly: "Wrong? I only saw you coming here, and I only saw that the ant was stupid. That fisherman is nothing more than an ant, and my real purpose is you."

"Do you think it's all in your plan?"

"Isn't it true? The Qin Dynasty's court is in chaos now. Even if you go back, I'm afraid it won't end well. A fisherman wants to turn into a dragon, and the human heart is so weak that a snake swallows an elephant."

Ying Wushuang was not moved: "So, you set up this situation in an attempt to disrupt our Qin Dynasty and seek our country."

Feng Chen said: "This world should belong to the Feng family. As husband and wife, we should give back some of it first."

"You want me and my millions of cavalry? You, Fengchen, can't do that."

Feng Chen was not angry. In his opinion, Ying Wushuang might be worth it, but it was obviously too disrespectful to get angry at the fisherman. He sneered, "Prince Regent... do you think he can do it?"

Ying Wushuang said: "Why do you think I gave Yangdu to him?"

Fengchen said disdainfully: "We'll wait until he survives today."

The empress' face turned a little cold: "Your pride makes you very worthy of a beating."

Fengchen strode forward and walked to the opposite side of the empress: "This emperor is not who I was before."

The empress looked coldly: "After waiting for so long, you finally have the courage to face me. It seems that your cultivation has made great progress."

Fengchen proudly said: "I, Fengchen, was born extraordinary. It was just my lack of effort in practicing all those years that allowed you to walk ahead of me."

The empress snorted softly and looked around: "Five of the six generals are here. Is this what you call courage?"

Fengchen said: "In half a year at most, I will complete the six transformations."

The empress said: "Completed, still two years behind."

Fengchen's eyebrows moved, seeming a little displeased, but what Ying Wushuang said was true. Even if he completed the Sixth Transformation of Tianfeng within half a year, it would still be a full two years behind her.

"She is indeed my wife, Fengchen. You should be so proud."

The empress said: "You never understand my pride."

Feng Chen said: "Oh? Just because you have defeated Taihua Sword Immortal, Taiyue Five Elders, and Heavenly Beings?"

The empress said calmly: "I also beat you by chance."

Feng Chen snorted coldly, but even though he was as proud as he was, he had to admit this fact.

At the beginning, Fengchen thought that he was extremely talented and that no one of his generation in the world could compete with him. But he didn't want to be suppressed by her with one palm, and he was almost autistic after a heavy beating.

And it was after that that Feng Chen finally started to practice seriously, and then he went to Beijing and made rapid progress. Now he has reached the peak of Tianfeng's Five Transformations, and it has to be said that he is indeed a genius.

"It's pointless to say that these young fights are meaningless. Wushuang, there's no need to be so resistant. You know, the match between you and me is made in heaven. Together we have the world at our fingertips. I think we should get married."

Fengchen decisively changed the topic.

Ying Wushuang looked at him indifferently: "You can at least beat me to be qualified to say this."

"You...!" Fengchen was a little angry, but at the moment he really couldn't do it.

"At the same level, you can't beat me."

Ying Wushuang looked at him: "Why don't you give it a try? You want time anyway."

Feng Chen's face looked a little gloomy: "Are you going to downgrade and compete with me?"

However, Ying Wushuang shook his head slightly: "Forget it, even if you downgrade, your martial arts knowledge will be much higher than yours. It's boring."

These words were a huge insult to the extremely proud Feng Chen.

"You can try it!"

Fengchen's eyes suddenly lit up, as bright as the scorching sun.

At the same time, he spread his arms and floated up out of thin air. The crimson true energy around his body surged, as if burning with crimson flames. His whole body was like a phoenix bathing in flames.

The empress just looked at him quietly: "The true energy is overflowing and there is no way to be restrained. You are still far behind."

Fengchen laughed wildly: "Let me see, my husband, whether your Five Transformations of the Black Phoenix are as powerful as your mouth."

After saying that, he straightened his arms and crossed them horizontally and vertically, and a cross-shaped light suddenly appeared.

"Tianfeng, cross cut!"

The cross-shaped light instantly extended a hundred times, and was as sharp as a cross-shaped sword, as if it was about to cut through the void and cover the empress head-on.

Ying Wushuang snorted softly, stretched out a finger, and a golden starlight pointed directly at the center of the cross slash.

The next moment, with great brilliance, the heaven-cutting cross slash exploded instantly.