Chapter 393: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (11)
"Yes...yes! His Majesty the Holy King, your subordinates will take action now!"
Swish, swish, swish!
There was a sound of the Evil Land disciples unsheathing their swords.
Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie slowly closed their eyes, waiting for the cold iron to land on them.
For a long time, it seemed as if there was no one around, and there was no quick movement to raise or lower the knife.[
After two more breaths.
Ao Junxie suddenly felt a touch of a hard metal object on his back.
The Holy King in white was already very impatient with waiting.
"Doesn't this king have to do it himself?"
Boom!
The black spiritual power, which was enough to knock Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang into pieces with one palm, struck straight into Ao Junxie's chest.
Ao Junxie opened his eyes in horror, the Holy King's five fingers were imminent.
In the flash of lightning, he subconsciously reached out to his back, grabbed something, and hit it with the Holy King's Holy Palm.
Wow!
Two top-level spiritual lights collided, and the intense light stung everyone around them to cover their eyes with their hands.
Unexpectedly, this time, it was clearly a blow from the Holy King that shattered his body. Aojunxie only took three steps back slightly, but his body did not fly up!
Time was frozen between the black cloth strip in Aojunxie's hand and the palm of the Holy King.
For a long time, there was a faint sound of cracking, and it passed by slightly. In Ao Junxie's hand, the long hard object wrapped in several layers of cloth began to disintegrate one after another, turning into fragments of ashes, peeling off one by one, slowly.
Falling slowly, like a black saucer flying...
The disguise faded away, and in front of Ao Junxie's thick arm, a simple long sword with a dark red body and tightly surrounded by wisps of black mist stood between him and the Holy King.
"Red Dragon Sword?!"
Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe exclaimed in unison!
That’s right! Exactly it…
Whoosh!
Ao Junxie's palm force shook, and one of the Holy King's palms that was in tight contact with the tip of the sword was instantly pierced by the sharp artifact.[
The bright red blood dripped down one by one along the black sword tip...
The blood of the Holy King!
Even the Holy King himself felt so novel and even excited by it!
"Wuxian...you..."
The Holy King's eyes were gently placed on the black-robed sect master, and the look on his face asked him three words:
Why?
But now, everything no longer requires reasons, only choices and results!
"You actually... gave a prehistoric fantasy artifact passed down from generation to generation to an unrelated low-level warrior... Wu Mian, you have disappointed me so much!"
Boom!
The Holy King suddenly retracted his palm, and the pierced palm slipped from the edge of the sword. For the Holy King, such an action seemed to not feel the slightest pain.
"Holy King, you are wrong! Aojunxie is by no means an irrelevant person. The Red Dragon Sword originally belonged to him!
He conquered the prehistoric dragon clan in the prehistoric fantasyland, and he is the real master of this sword! The evil land clan, the guardian of the fantasyland passed down from generation to generation, also worships the master of this sword!"
Wumian shouted back to the Holy King.
It seems that in hundreds of years, he has never been so confident as he is now...
The Holy King was speechless.
Behind them, nearly a hundred disciples from Xie Land, holding sharp weapons, stood neatly behind Aojunxie and Wumian. They looked directly at the Holy King with calm and firm expressions.
At this moment, the resentment and helplessness that had been suppressed for a long time were finally completely released!