The man stood up from the chair, walked to Nan Pluto's side, stepped on Nan Pluto's lower abdomen, and said two words in a sinister tone, "Strike or not?"
At this time, the extremely powerful Nan Pluto is like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
Nan Pluto wrinkled his gloomy face in pain——
At this time, a huge bell rang.
This was the sound of worshiping heaven and earth. Nan Ping Wang looked towards the closed stone door in disbelief. He, the groom, was still here. Without him, who would Bi Xishuang be married to?
Suddenly, Nan Pingwang narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who was still stepping on his belly.
Everything was planned for a long time!
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In Youlan Castle, countless powerful people with extraordinary strength gathered here.
Bi Xishuang was supported by the maid into the center of the first floor of the castle. He slowly walked towards the man, who was wearing a scarlet robe. His back was somewhat familiar. Bi Xishuang blinked, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. Here is
Nanming, the king's castle, why did Li Fugui appear here?
The man turned around, wearing a snake-head mask on his face, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
Bi Xishuang held a dagger tightly in her hand. She walked to the man and stood side by side. She suddenly whispered and said through gritted teeth: "I have a husband, and I will never let my husband be humiliated."
Today's wedding will end up with blood splattered on the spot, whether it's Nan Ping Wang or her, she can't repay Li Fugui's affection.
"Yeah?"
The man's hearty and magnetic voice sounded, familiar yet unfamiliar, and Bixi was stunned.
This is the voice that she will never forget.
When praying to heaven and earth, Bi Xishuang, who was beautiful and delicate in a wedding robe, phoenix crown, and harem, was still in a state of confusion. After praying to heaven and earth, the man stretched out his hand and took off the snake head mask on his face, and a face that made Bi Xishuang about to suffocate appeared.
In the eyes of everyone.
Bixi's eyes suddenly widened.
It's her Li Lang, it's not a dream.
The Nanming people in the castle were confused. Where is their king?
Who is this stupid thing?
After a while, countless dead guards came quickly and surrounded the castle. The lights were bright, the atmosphere was tense, and the battle was about to break out.
Outside the door, a slender and graceful figure suddenly walked up. The man was stunningly beautiful, with flying white hair. The tip of the Mingwang sword in his hand rubbed against the ground. Sparks like lightning and thunder were wiped out as he walked.
"Nan Pluto is in danger, kill them!" The leading guard shouted in response, his murderous aura rising into the sky.
A dozen of the dead skeletons rushed towards Qingge under the command. Qingge suddenly released the eleventh level of innate spiritual energy. At the same time, a higher level of evil energy swarmed out, and penetrated into the dead soldiers fiercely.
In their pores and flesh, they mercilessly devoured their muscles and veins.
In just one moment, the entire army was wiped out!
People came one after another. The singer was holding the Kong Ming Wang Sword. With graceful steps and nimble figure, he used a strange move to pierce the three dead soldiers with his sword. The other dead soldiers died under the surging evil spirit.
The guard who commanded the dead soldiers was bitten to death by a blood-killing wolf that suddenly emerged from the realm of the void. It was bloody, cruel, and shocking!
For a moment, only panicked people were left in the Youlan Castle in Nanming.
Bixi, both dressed in wedding robes, looked towards Qingge through the broken corpses.
After not seeing her for a few days, she became even stronger, more beautiful and charming.
It only took her half a year to go from the seventh level to the eleventh level. Who has such an amazing talent?
Li Fugui hugged Xishuang with one hand and controlled the spiritual energy with the other hand. Nan Ping Wang was locked in the cell and stared at Ji Yue. In a leaderless state, Li Fugui took the lead. Who can compete with him?
"Your king is about to die——"
A seductive voice sounded, and everyone stopped as if they were bewitched.
Looking around, he saw deep in the castle, at the circular jade staircase, a charming man in red robe, his slender and handsome hands tightly clasping a person's neck. The man in his hand was not the King of Nan Pluto.
Who could it be?
At this time, Nan Pluto looked quite embarrassed.
Behind Ji Yue, everyone in Jialan who was locked in the cell came down one after another.
Stalemate——
Standing on the jade staircase, Ji Qingfeng saw Li Fugui and Bi Xishuang at a glance. Their wedding robes were like fire, and their scarlet wedding robes were like sharp-edged swords, burning and stinging Ji Qingfeng's eyes.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Nan Pluto's mouth. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the white-haired girl outside the castle, feeling a trace of hatred in his heart.
As early as a few days ago, he had received the news that Ye Qingge and his wife had come to Nanming, but at that time he did not pay attention to it and relaxed. He had indeed heard of Mr. Ji's reputation, but he was as arrogant as him.
, who can be stronger than him, the king?
It is true that the Sea King cleverly blocked all news about the battle in the Sea Palace. Most of the people on the Four-Star Continent thought it was the wrath of heaven. No one expected that it would be the majesty emanating from the recently famous Mr. Ji.
Pfft——
The long sword penetrated a person's body.
Nan Ping Wang, who was held by Ji Yue's neck, suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes, as if his eyeballs were about to burst. He spat out a mouthful of blood towards the bottom of the stairs, and the thick blood fell on a person's head.
, a curtain of blood covered his face and eyes, making him run around in fear.
A sword with cold light gleamed from behind Nan Pluto and penetrated his left atrium. In an instant, all life was gone, leaving only the final death struggle.
As soon as Ji Yue let go of her hand, Nan Ping Wang's body transformed from the top of the circular staircase to the bottom, and a group of people avoided it.
When Nan Ping Wang's body fell down, the sword was gradually and cruelly pulled away from his body. The man holding the sword was dressed in green clothes, with black eyes and black hair, and was a little crazy.
Ji Qingfeng's body trembled, and he was so frightened that he dropped the sword in his hand on the steps. The sword fell from the sky towards the central hall on the first floor of the castle, making a crisp sound.
Ji Qingfeng killed Nan Ping Wang.
Nan Ping Wang's body was convulsing in the pool of blood he had shed. He could not believe that he, the noble and proud man, the proud son of heaven, could die in such a dirty way.
Nan Ping Wang was unwilling to give in. He opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and fired a wild crossbow, irritating the eardrums of everyone in the castle.
Ji Qingfeng knelt on the stairs, his legs were weak, trembling, and unsteady. He actually fell down from the high-altitude stairs, with his head facing down, and blood was sprayed out immediately.
He hurriedly got up from the ground, and his hands were accidentally stained with Nan Pluto's blood.
Ji Qingfeng was about to run forward, but Nan Ping Wang bit Ji Qingfeng's calf. The blood was smeared in the green shirt. Ji Qingfeng went crazy and kicked Nan Ping Wang in the face.
After kicking him away, he ran wildly in the direction of Bixi Shuang and Li Fugui, his eyes were scarlet and his will was crazy.
Li Fugui was on guard, while Bi Xi frowned.
The white-haired girl outside the castle walked into the hall like a Shura holding a knife, forming a sharp contrast with Ji Qingfeng's embarrassed figure.