Chapter 395: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (13)
After two or three breaths, when the world between heaven and earth became clear again, on the ruins of the altar in front of Qing Kuang, lay all the opponents who besieged him.
"I have already said that you are no match for me! Even if you have the Red Dragon Sword in your hand, so what?"
The Holy King let out a contemptuous sigh. However, when he stretched out his fingers to pop out the dust that had fallen on the white robe, he frowned. Because he found a few eye-catching blood droplets splashed on the holy robe.
superior.
At my feet, everyone on the ground was groaning in pain or struggling.
A few small drops of red on the white robe made the holy king's ferocious nature unstoppably come out.[
"Despicable humans! Despicable low-level warriors! You deserve to die!"
Click! Click!
The Holy King strode forward, and the sounds of cracking could be heard under his feet.
That was the sound of the necks of the disciples of the Evil Land being trampled to pieces.
Finally, the man in white robe approached a burly young man on the ground. The man's hand was an ancient sword that was dark red and filled with black energy.
"No!"
A shrill cry echoed through the top of Black Rock Peak.
The moment the Holy King in white raised his toes, a petite figure holding a guqin rushed forward desperately and hugged the unconscious man on the ground holding the Red Dragon Sword.
"act recklessly!"
The Holy King murmured in his throat, and struck the enemy in front of him with a palm as heavy as a mountain, carrying the power of death.
Qingkuang subconsciously used up the last bit of strength in his body and suddenly pulled all the strings.
Bah bah bah...
A series of breaking sounds crackled, and red light shone on the ink-colored piano body.
The seven strings, the seven layers of defense, were all broken one after another between the lightning and flint...
The dark palm of death came, and in front of the two of them, there was no longer any power to draw on.
The moment the Holy King's palm power was triggered, Qing Kuang subconsciously swayed and used his chest to block Ao Junxie's body.
boom!
The holy king's fatal palm landed firmly on Qing Kuang's chest.
At this moment, a strange colorful light suddenly emitted from Qing Kuang's chest, like stars falling to the ground.[
The light was so intense that it completely submerged everything around the Black Rock Peak, and even the sunlight was completely covered up.
The strong seven-colored light not only stung the Holy King and suddenly covered his eyes, it also knocked his entire body back more than ten steps.
Such a result sent chills down the spine of the bald man, who had always been indifferent to emotions.
He raised his palm and looked at the palm of his hand. There, there was a strange shape of a string of beads. He just glanced at it and then disappeared...
He couldn't remember what the shape was. It just made him feel an inexplicable fear...
Fear? Yes! For the Holy King, this is definitely not a suitable word, but he really felt it!
"That girl... exactly is..."
The Holy King murmured to himself, and there was already silence on the top of the Black Rock Peak.
Looking at Feng Qingkuang, who was unconscious and hugging Ao Junxie tightly, the Holy King's eyes gradually focused on her chest.
"That's right...that's right there!"
He tried to take a step, but suddenly found that he was not moving, as if his legs had lost control.