Wang Qinghong struggled with all his strength, but to no avail.
The man's slender jade-like hands gripped Wang Qinghong's hair like iron and lead.
The murderous intention is undisguised!
The sudden change shocked everyone.
Just now, in the blink of an eye, the Evil King defeated ten powerful phantom masters with just one move.
It can be seen how unfathomable, powerful and terrifying the evil king's strength is.
All the kings of Dongzhou swallowed involuntarily, fearful and panicked. They couldn't help but secretly thought, if there was bound to be a battle between Dongzhou and Beiling Realm, how could they be the rivals of Beiling Realm?
"Evil King! You can't kill me! I am the eldest son of the royal family. If you kill me, the Wang family will not let you go." Wang Qinghong shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to bring back Mo Xie's reason.
In the past twenty years or so, no matter what the situation, it was a blood feud. As long as the Wang family was mentioned, everyone would be afraid.
It can be said that the Wang family is his support, his heritage and strength!
At the moment when he half-stepped into the gate of hell, Wang Qinghong finally left behind all the baggage of pride.
A heart felt as if it had been thrown into the secluded world, trembling violently and rapidly with panic.
Wang Qinghong's eyes were red, and he clasped Mo Xie's wrist with both hands.
His scalp, which was covered with three thousand black hairs, seemed to be torn off. The pain intensified, followed by the incomparable fear.
"The one who killed was your eldest son?"
Mo Xie chuckled lightly, and saw that the evil aura hidden in the heaven and earth and the spiritual power all gathered around Mo Xie's body and penetrated along the thousands of pores.
Countless evil auras are overwhelming and dense, and the dark smoke is like a prairie fire, covering every corner of the desert.
The evil aura was as sharp as a sword, mixed with a terrifying aura, and was unceremoniously thrust towards Wang Qinghong.
Wang Qinghong was terrified, his eyes were cracked, and his pupils were constricted with fear.
At the critical moment between life and death, Wang Qinghong lost his mind and shouted hysterically regardless of his image: "Your Excellency Nan! Your Excellency! Save me! Save me!"
"Trash."
A cold and disdainful voice resounded in Wang Qinghong's spiritual world.
Then we saw strong winds rising in the desert, and a storm of yellow sand swept over us.
The smoke and dust of billowing yellow sand covered the clouds and moon in the sky.
Wang Qinghong, who was held in Mo Xie's hand, closed his eyes as if he had lost consciousness, and even his head was hanging down weakly.
For a moment, those eyes suddenly opened, a bit of purple light shone, and the shaking storm and flying sand and dust in the sky seemed to be frozen and no longer moving.
Wang Qinghong raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly, but even though he was imprisoned by Mo Xie's shackles, the awe-inspiring aura and peerless elegance that he exuded invisibly was shocking.
Suddenly, Wang Qinghong seemed to be a different person, his whole body temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes, his whole person was like a sharp blade hidden among the mountains, sharp, sharp, sharp, and cold!
Wang Qinghong's right hand was like a bone claw, slender and agile, and he quickly grabbed Mo Xie's neck. With a strong force, a powerful and desolate force spread between his fingers like a stormy wave.
The power shook Mo Xie away, and Mo Xie flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
At this moment, Wang Qinghong was immeasurable and unfathomable, shocking everyone.
Gu Rongzhao frowned, full of confusion, "How could Qinghong become so powerful in just a moment? Was he hiding his strength before?"
"Qinghong seemed to be shouting for someone to save him just now..." Xiao Richen pursed his lips and watched with deep eyes as the feast place turned into a bloody battlefield.
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Lin Mo looked at Mo Xie in surprise, "My king...how could..."
Mo Xie fell to the ground and slowly got up from the dust and smoke. He knelt on one knee and stuck an innocent sword into the ground.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Wang Qinghong not far away with evil eyes.
Wang Qinghong rubbed his shoulders with both hands and turned his neck at the same time. There was a creepy crackling sound in his neck, like the collision of bones.
"Evil King? Who do you want to kill?"
Wang Qinghong was using her bare hands as she walked towards Mo Xie slowly, each step bringing about a full storm.
When the soles of her feet landed, the earth in Dongzhou seemed to tremble.
The corner of her lips curled up into a sinister smile. When she laughed, hundreds of flowers were killed, and her anger turned into a person's soul!
The desolate power released from her body, the moment the sharp edge bloomed, directly surrounded and attacked Mo Xie, preventing Mo Xie's evil aura from gathering in her body and transforming into power.
As she walked forward, she passed by a soldier who was trembling with fear. She faintly stretched out her hand and pulled out the sword sheathed at the soldier's waist.
Wang Qinghong held a long sword in his hand, with three thousand black hair hanging down, making it difficult for people to distinguish between male and female.
Her desolate power covers Dongzhou.
Everyone at the feast was suffocated and frightened by her desolate power.
Finally, Wang Qinghong walked up to Mo Xie, pointing the sharp sword in his hand at Mo Xie's eyebrows.
Wang Qinghong's smile grew stronger. She raised her chin slightly and looked down at Mo Xie.
"You - damn -"
As Wang Qinghong finished speaking, the sword was about to penetrate Mo Xie's skull.
She wants blood to spread all over the desert of Dongzhou.
She wants to use blood as a memorial to start her Nirvana rebirth thousands of years after Nan Xueluo.
She dug out Fengqi's Dantian back then, but now Fengqi is still an ant in her palm.
boom!
The sword blade shimmering with cold light was reflected in Mo Xie's eyes.
Shockingly.
In the diagonal fork, snowflakes are flying, frost is condensing, and the desert is frozen for thousands of miles. Dongzhou has become a city of ice and snow in an instant.
Even the dust storm shaking in the sky was covered by frost.
The power of this ice makes people tremble with fear and fear.
A figure as scarlet as fire came across the ice.
She stood up from the Double Dragon Golden Throne, swayed slightly, and walked forward slowly.
Qingge played with a strand of white hair hanging in front of her shoulders, raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows and looked at Wang Qinghong with contempt, "Tsk...after all these years, you are still like a resentful woman as always."
Your Majesty, Lin Dongzhou!
Fengqi, born in the fire!
When the princes of Dongzhou saw Qing Ge at this moment, for some unknown reason, they had the idea of worshiping and surrendering in their hearts.
Her body exudes the majestic aura of a nine-five-year-old king.
The red shirt on her body is no longer a battle robe or clothes, but the phoenix robe of the Queen!
Mo Xie knelt on one knee on the ice, with a long sword covered by ice between his brows.
He raised his eyes and looked at Qing Ge, who was getting closer and closer to him, and his heart seemed to be beating with the sound of the woman's footsteps.
Her white hair is as white as snow, her figure is light, and her aura is as powerful as thunder. The earth trembled that day to welcome the Queen!
When Wang Qinghong saw Qing Ge and felt the familiar aura coming from Qing Ge, Wang Qinghong's calmness and indifference completely collapsed in an instant.
His eyes shrank into two black spots, like a strange cat.