The old man's power is that one sword can destroy the hand of the God King and destroy the Four Elephant Sky Thunder Formation.
There was no extra expression on the old cheeks.
From a distance, I just look like an ordinary old man.
However, when he holds the Demon King Sword, he can kill the foolish king of heaven and earth, and punish the evil prisoners below.
Wei Bo.
The moment Qingge turned around, tears filled his eyes and bit his lower lip slightly.
She knew that Wei Bo was an older general in the Demon Realm, and obeyed Ji Yue's order to come to the Gods Heavenly Realm to protect her.
On that eighth day of the ninth lunar month, when he fought with Lin Heshan and Gu Rongzha, Wei Bo did not use his strength.
Because Wei Bo is not a person from this plane, he comes from the demon realm. If a war is launched here, different forces will inevitably cause anger in the nine realms.
Therefore, this is the first time that Wei Bo protected her and the last time.
Wei Bo's face was full of vicissitudes and was not angry but powerful. He hunched his back and dragged the Demon King Sword to the ground, and walked slowly towards Qingge.
"I'm late in the future, please forgive me for your crime!"
Bo Wei knelt on one knee and looked up at the woman under the bright moon and breeze.
Qingge's eyes were wet, she pursed her lips slightly, and quickly reached out to help Wei Bo up, "Wei Bo, shouldn't..."
"It is my blessing to be able to work hard for the princess," said Wei Bo.
Qingge took a deep breath, and at the same time, the other party and others also hated Fang Zhuo to the core.
She never does anything wrong or kills innocent people, but there are always monsters and monsters that block her way and hurt her relatives!
Qingge narrowed his cold eyes slightly and suddenly looked at Fang Yu outside the formation. His eyes were sharp and cold, pointing directly at the soul, causing Fang Yu's body to tremble.
Qingge's hand that was holding Wei Bo's face was trembling.
Wei Bo is a person Ji Yue trusted and a respected senior. How could Qingge bear to leave Wei Bo to go to the Nine Realms to be imprisoned in order to save her?
Outside the array.
Xun Wulei sat on the chair, playing with the falling red hair, his charming blood pupils slightly condensed, and he looked at Wei Bo jokingly.
"It turns out that it is our General Wei, who has become a lackey of the human race. I really don't know if it is the sorrow of the demon world." Xun Wulei laughed sarcastically: "Princess? What princess? Is Princess Ji? General Wei, you probably
I'm joking. The demon queen only admits that the real girl of the Phoenix tribe Bing Lingtian is my demon princess. How can she match her Ye Qingge?"
"I envy the King of Search. Being a lackey in the Nine Realms is a bit arrogant. A disabled body, who wants to make trouble, has worked hard to find the King. Well, I am also confused. Now I am different from the past, and the King of Search is just a matter of this.
How can my king’s defeated general be called the King of the Demon Realm? He is just a pig or dog, and he is short-sighted." Wei Bo held the Demon King Sword, looked at Xun Wulei indifferently, and said with a chuckling.
Wei Bo's words hit the nail on the head, and every word was written on the pearls, which reached the pain point of Xunwu's tears.
The big reason for Xun Wuxie's defeat in that battle was Ye Qingge.
Xun Wuxi hated Ye Qingge to the core, and decades of planning and great cause of the Spring and Autumn Period were destroyed.
The entire army was wiped out in an instant, and the imperial edict was overwhelming.
Xunwu's eyes filled with resentment, glaring fiercely at Ye Qingge.
If this woman falls into his hands, he will tell her not to survive or die.
"Why should Wei Bo talk to a rat?" Qingge smiled.
"What the princess taught her is the lesson." Wei Bo nodded obediently.
Upon hearing this, Xunwu cried more and more angry. The old and young sang and laughed at each other, and were so disgusting that he was extremely disgusting.
Nan Xueluo looked at Wei Bo, slightly surprised.
Such momentum...?
She seems familiar.
Some broken images are reorganized in my mind.
She seemed to have followed someone to travel around the world, went to the elves, put lanterns in the Divine Moon, and also went to the Demon Realm, witnessing the style of General Wei in the Demon Realm...
Wherever she walked, there would be wind whistling and snow swelling.
Xun Wulei sneered coldly, then raised his hand high and looked at more than 2,000 killers in Yingyue Tower: "The killer Yingyue obeyed the order and captured the Eastern Emperor and killed his children."
The thousands of killers in Yingyue walked behind Xun Wulei, with a magnificent momentum and a strong confidence, showing the killer's momentum.
Xun Wulei smiled, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were charming, and a sinister smile appeared.
Jiuci, Jiuci, no matter what, you would never have imagined that Yingyue Tower you created would be the last grave of your dear sister.
The smile on Xun Wulei's face became more and more intense, making people creepy.
It is clearly a handsome and evil face, but it gives people the feeling of a snake, scorpion, poisonous insect.
"Kill!" Xun Wulei lowered his hand lightly.
After a command was given, thousands of killers rushed forward.
Nan Xueluo's hands condensed into wind and snow, and the wind and snow turned into dragons, and a dragon roar shocked the earth.
Wei Bo picked up the Demon King Sword, and although his eyes were gray, they burst out sharp light, just like the strongest general in the world.
The sound of the piano was everywhere, the tranquil moon sword and the frost and snow came out together, and the warriors in the East China Palace were all ready to go, ready for the upcoming battle.
The giant light and shadow of the God King had long been broken, and his body stood on the mountains, with blood spilling out of the corners of his mouth.
He looked at the upcoming murderous scene coldly, full of hatred and anger, and had nowhere to vent his eyes, staring at Nan Xueluo.
Look, Aluo doesn't love him anymore.
The killer of Yingyue Tower ran away wildly.
Qingge raised his hands and placed them on the shoulders of Nan Xueluo and Wei Bo respectively, preventing the attacks of the two.
Nan Xueluo and the others looked back at her in confusion.
"Qingge?"
"princess?"
“…”
Qingge smiled mysteriously and stepped forward, facing the attacks of thousands of killers on Yingyue Tower.
She was as small as dust, like an ant seeking death, walking forward step by step.
Thousands of killers, dressed in black and cloaked.
But more than two thousand people are like thousands of troops and millions of lions.
Xun Wulei frowned and looked at Qingge carefully.
"Mr. Fang, what is she going to do?" Xun Wulei asked.
"Be careful. Looking for your Excellency, Yingyue Killer, will he betray?" Fang Yu also frowned, with a little doubt.
Xun Wulei was full of confidence and shook his head: "I am the master of the Nine Realms to recommend the Moon Tower. How dare they rebel, unless they don't want to live."
However, after Xun Wulei finished speaking, he saw countless Yingyue killers, neatly and orderly, kneeling in front of Qingge.
"We pay homage to Saint Yingyue, and wish the Saint a thousand years."
The neat sound was like a bell, powerful and powerful.
Xun Wulei played with red hair's hands, first trembling, and then subconsciously used force to pull out two hairs.
Xun Wulei was full of resentment, and his scarlet pupils stared at the people below.
"Xiang Your Excellency? Is this what you said you don't want to live anymore?" Fang Yu said sarcastically.
Xun Wulei put his hands on his knees, and his sinister eyes swept towards Yingyue's killer: "What are you doing? Do you know, who am I?" The angry shout shook the realm of death.
These killers are interesting.
A killer hit the person beside him with his elbow: "Who is he?"
"I don't know, do you know?"
"I don't know him, but he seems to call himself the poster."
"Fuck, are you blind? Our poster is tall and mighty, handsome and handsome, but he has no lack of broken legs."
“…”
Qingge coughed dryly, his face turned slightly dark.
Sure enough, no matter what the poster has, there are killers, all of them are not serious. (To be continued)