Chapter 389: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (7)
Finally, he turned to the disciples of the evil land sect aside.
At this moment, including Wumian, all the disciples of Xie Land had witnessed the Holy King destroying the spiritual warriors of Fengyun Continent in the blink of an eye, defeating Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang and his party. They were so frightened that they dared not speak out and were trembling with fear.
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"Wu Mian, these low-level warriors will be left to you to deal with! They are far from worthy of being my opponent!"
The Holy King gently dropped these words, turned around, and took steps towards the square altar.
"Bald! A scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. As long as I, Ao Junxie, am still alive, I will fight you to the death!" [
On the side, Ao Junxie saw that the Holy King was about to leave with such contempt. This was such a humiliation for him.
Ignoring Ming Qianhe's reminder, he flew towards the bald man's back at top speed. As he approached, ten percent of the Spirit Emperor's power had been unleashed, even the blade of the broken sword in his hand.
, have all turned purple.
However, even such a desperate attack was still like an egg striking a stone in front of the invincible Holy King.
The Holy King didn't even turn around, and almost didn't see clearly how to take action. Two dull booms were heard in the air.
His body flew out of control, and Ao Junxie, the omnipotent and arrogant strong man on the Fengyun Continent, the leader of the Dragon Clan who had broken through the illusion, finally fell heavily on the steps.
With a bang, the long sword in Ao Junxie's hand fell aside. Now, he could no longer hold it!
His long and messy hair covered his angular face in a messy manner. Even though it was difficult to conceal the look of extreme pain on his face, his innate arrogance and stubbornness were not reduced at all!
Dark red blood slowly flowed from the corners of Ao Junxie's mouth... He had suffered severe internal injuries!
However, he still relied on the breath in his chest to support his body with difficulty. After trying several times, he finally managed to get up from the ground.
Seeing such a scene, Qing Kuang's heart felt like needle pricks.
Even if death is in front of her, she can no longer watch Ao Junxie get hurt like this!
She struggled to free her hands again, but unexpectedly, she was still tightly held by Ming Qianhe, who was speechless.
In those turbid old eyes, although there was a lot of unbearability, there was also a lot of determination!
What kind of power could make Ming Qianhe so cruel that he even gave up the life and death of his only beloved disciple?
She knew that two of the three people in front of her were seriously injured, and Ming Qianhe was no longer willing to let Qing Kuang die!
But no matter what, nothing could stop Qing Kuang from flying towards Ao Junxie's body.
On the steps stained red by blood, Qing Kuang took three steps at a time and fell into Ao Junxie's arms, holding his hands tightly. The intense pain in her heart made her unable to make any sound.
The sword has been broken, the string has been cracked, and the person has been injured.
In front of the two of them, the tall figure of the Holy King turned his back to the two of them, not paying attention to them at all.[
"Wu Mian, what are you waiting for? Why don't you send these guys who are as annoying as flies to me?"
The Holy King said slowly. His voice was still so peaceful and soft, as careless as chanting the wind and making moon.
Whoosh!
A strange and broken string sound, like a ghost's scream, suddenly broke the silent and oppressive air around it.