Chapter 390: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (8)
A ball of dark red fire violently rushed towards the back of the white-robed bald holy king...
The originally invisible sound blade now had both sound and appearance... This was the ultimate, a life-threatening blow! Even at the moment when the seven strings were violently stroked by Qin Kuang, five of her fingers were mercilessly cut.
Even at a very close distance, the sound of the piano that shocked the disciples of the Evil Land was not enough of a threat to the Holy King.
However, the moment the sound blade mixed with intense anger touched his robe, the Holy King was still shocked. When he blocked the blazing sound blade with both palms, his feet still retreated after all.
Two steps...
"Crimson Flame String?! Humph! You little girl, you didn't expect your fortune to be so extraordinary, that you have already obtained the string materials that do not belong to Fengyun Continent! [
The seven strings firing together can actually produce such powerful energy! It seems that you really have deep feelings for the man in your arms!"
The Holy King frowned slightly and murmured.
On the steps, Ao Junxie, who was seriously injured, raised his eyes and glanced at Qing Kuang, with a slight smile on his lips.
"Your spiritual power is not at the level of a Spiritual Emperor!"
Qing Kuang breathed heavily, glared at the middle-aged man on the steps, and shouted in a low voice.
"Of course not! Didn't...didn't anyone tell you that in the world's spiritual cultivation level, there is a spiritual saint who is above the spiritual emperor!"
The Holy King said something proudly.
When everyone present heard this sentence, their eyes widened in surprise.
Is the legend true?!
There are only a handful of people at the level of the Spiritual Emperor in the world, but no one has ever seen the Spiritual Sage above the Spiritual Emperor who has never been confirmed before!
Could the black light of spiritual power be the special sign of the Holy Spirit?
The king of the Temple of Light really has unfathomable strength that far exceeds all the wizards in the world.
It cannot but be said that on the top of the Black Rock Peak in the Evil Land, on the altar, those countless warriors from the Fengyun Continent who had their spiritual power sucked out have made the Holy King of Light as powerful as a god!
The Holy King, that powerful man who seemed to have no expression and looked spotless, had the flesh and blood of the ordinary warriors they despised dripping from every meridian!
Ten steps away, the disciples of the Evil Land lowered their heads helplessly and silently.
"Wuxian, let's do it!"
The Holy King gave an order.
"Is this the end? Is the struggle against destiny ending in such a tragic and unsurprising way?"
Such self-questioning flashed through Qing Kuang's heart.[
In the distance, Xiaobao was held tightly in the arms of the Beast King, and he was not allowed to rush to the steps. Even his mouth was covered. The Beast King was afraid that if he screamed, he would immediately be killed by the Holy King.
.Although, the Holy King will never show mercy to any foreign race.
No one dares to escape, no one can escape with his life under the Holy King's spiritual sword energy!
Xiaobao's face was already full of tears and his eyes were red from crying, but he didn't make a sound.
Next to him was Ming Qianhe, who had been kindly moved by the Beast King.
Ao Junxie was injured, Ming Qianhe was even more dying, and there was no one else he could rely on.
But Qingkuang couldn't just die silently, she wasn't willing to do it!