Chapter 387: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (5)
"They tortured and killed many of our fellow disciples. If we kneel down and beg for mercy, how can we stand in this world! Fight!"
"Everyone come together!"
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Among the captured warriors, there were many excited discussions. Every word you said to me made the crowd more and more excited.
Following a thundering roar, without waiting for Aojun Xie and Qing Kuang, Ming Qianhe and the others stopped him. The angry warriors raised their weapons and rushed towards the bald holy king whose white robe was dragging to the ground.
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The middle-aged man just lightly touched his eyelids and suddenly stomped his foot to the ground, so fast that no one could react at all.
Click!
A huge black crack extended downward from the steps like lightning.
Before Ao Junxie could say "be careful", the bodies of the seven or eight human warriors were already suspended in the air as if bound by an invisible giant net.
Whoosh whoosh!
Several slender black lights woven into a fine network of light penetrated the bodies of seven or eight warriors in an instant.
After half a breath, the warriors suddenly felt something strange about their bodies. Just when they lowered their heads to look, there was a burst of blood and flesh flying everywhere. The bodies of all the warriors, together with the weapons in their hands, were broken into countless tiny pieces and scattered on the ground like dust.
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Such a cruel and bloody scene made everyone present feel terrified. Even the disciples of the Evil Land broke into cold sweats.
Ao Junxie stared painfully at the blood on the ground. Just when the crack stretched out from the steps, he was ready to shout at the warriors, but he did not expect that until the end, the voice did not come out.
Shouting out, the last warrior prisoners had all been reduced to ashes.
"We ventured to the Black Rock Peak to rescue them, but we didn't expect that in the end, they would all die here!"
Ming Qianhe frowned, looking heavily at the place where the warriors died, shaking his head and sighing sadly.
"No matter what, after all, they died with honor and with dignity!"
Qing Kuang murmured.
The result in front of him once again violently ignited the anger in Aojunxie's heart. He has never suffered such a disastrous defeat since he conquered the world, and he absolutely cannot accept such a tragic ending!
There is no need to say more. Aojunxie swung his sword directly at the Bald Holy King. With the strong anger in his chest, he used ten percent of his strength when he struck.
Half an inch away, the Holy King's fingers moved lightly, and he had already grasped the edge of the long sword in Ao Junxie's hand. Almost at the same time, the tip of the sword had withered and turned into black powder, which was blown away by the wind.
At the same time, Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe also jumped high.
Two whistling sounds of wind suddenly cut through the space. Under the steps, Ming Qianhe was the first to strike out with a purple palm of the Spiritual Emperor's power.
Just when Qing Kuang was about to wave the strings and send out a sharp invisible sound blade, the Holy King freed up a hand, and with just a light wave of his palm, a dark light, with cold murderous intent, instantly
The purple spiritual power emitted by Ming Qianhe has been mercilessly devoured in a short period of time![
The power of the Spirit Emperor, which originally seemed to be extremely powerful to the warriors of Fengyun Continent, now, under the inconspicuous blow of the Holy King, turned out to be like the light of a firefly!
Boom!
The black spiritual light ruthlessly dispersed Ming Qianhe's strength and hit his chest heavily.