Chapter 388 : The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (6)
At this moment, Ming Qianhe, who was originally a tall man in Fengyun Continent, turned out to be as weak as a three-year-old child in front of that bald middle-aged man!
Qing Kuang's five fingers had just hooked the strings and was about to fire. At this sight, the real power in his body suddenly turned from attack to defense.
A sharp, sharp sound resounded from the strings, and the eight strings were tightened with all their strength.
The defensive energy of ancient martial arts clung tightly to Ming Qianhe's chest.
However, under the incomparable power of the Holy King, such a defense is simply impossible to withstand.[
Qing Kuang felt his whole body shake, as if the black spiritual power emitted by the Holy King did not fall on the strings, but hit his whole body like a heavy hammer. His heart tightened, a bang was heard, and a sound was heard in his ears.
Neighing!
"not good!"
Qing Kuang was suddenly startled. When he looked closely, a dark red silk string on the Xianmo Guqin had been broken, scattered aside like blood, and was trembling gently.
As soon as the defensive strength dissipated, the Holy King's overbearing blow hit Ming Qianhe's chest like a boulder.
"Wow!"
As Ming Qianhe let out an old scream, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His whole body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf in the wind, and he suddenly lost his fighting power.
On the Xianmo Guqin, a burst of red light flashed.
That is the scene revealed when the Red Flame Strings are impacted by a power beyond their level.
"Senior Ming! Are you okay?"
Qing Kuang quickly ran over and helped Ming Qianhe up with one hand, but saw that his face was pale and his lips were trembling. He was about to say something when he suddenly saw a broken silk string on the Xianmo Guqin in Qing Kuang's hand.
Unprecedented panic filled his old face.
call!
A black figure flew out of control towards Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe. Before the two could see clearly, Ao Junxie had already fallen heavily to the ground, staggered, and retreated twenty steps.
Outside, he leaned against a towering ancient tree and barely managed to stand.
In the hand, the long sword has lost its tip and is several inches shorter. Even the broken place is still a hot dark red after melting...
In such a careless move, all three of them were dispatched!
Such strength, for Qing Kuang and his group, is far from being described as shocking!
What Wu Mian said was absolutely right! In front of the Holy King, it seemed that any ordinary power became ethereal.
Ao Junxie and Ming Qianhe were defeated in front of them. Anger suddenly ignited in Qing Kuang's heart. At that moment, he didn't care how powerful the enemy was in front of him. He picked up Xianmo Guqin and rushed up the steps.
However, as soon as he took a step forward, Ming Qianhe stretched out his hand to hold one foot tightly.
Qing Kuang was startled. When he turned around to look, Ming Qianhe's haggard and old face looked more and more like he was exhausted and dying.[
At this moment, he had suffered severe internal injuries and could no longer utter a complete sentence. He just used all his strength to hold Qing Kuang's hand tightly, gritted his teeth, and shook his head solemnly at her, signaling Qing Kuang.
Don't go up there and die!
On the steps, the Holy King, dressed in a beautiful white robe, gently stretched out his fingers.
In the palm of his hand, part of the ashes of Ao Junxie's burned sword slowly fell down.
"Give up, you pathetic weaklings! The Door of Darkness is not a place you can set foot in!"