The light is dim.
The man stood up from the chair, walked to the side of the South Pluto, stepped on the South Pluto's lower abdomen, and the two words "Is it a hammer?"
At this time, the extremely powerful South Pluto was like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Nan Mingwang wrinkled his Yin Jue's face in pain—
At this moment, a huge bell rang.
This is the voice of worshiping heaven and earth. The Southern Pluto looked at the closed stone gate in disbelief. He was still here. Without him, who would Bisshuang have a relationship with?
Suddenly, Nan Mingwang Xu narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who was still stepping on his lower abdomen.
Everything is planned for a long time!
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The Youlan Castle, countless powerful people with extraordinary strength in the Nanming gather here.
Bi Xishuang was supported by a maid and walked into the center of the first ancient castle. He slowly walked towards the man, wearing a scarlet robe, with a somewhat familiar back. Bi Xishuang blinked and then shook his head and smiled bitterly. This is Nanming, the king's castle, how could Li Fugui appear here?
The man turned around, wearing a snake-headed mask on his face, unable to see his appearance.
Bi Xishuang held a dagger tightly in his hand and walked to the man and stood side by side. She suddenly whispered in a low voice and said, "I have a husband, and I will never let my husband be shamed."
Today's wedding will eventually cause blood to splatter on the spot. Whether it is South Pole or her or Li Fugui's affection, she cannot repay it.
"Yeah?"
The man's cheerful and magnetic voice sounded, familiar and unfamiliar, and Bi Xishuang was stunned.
This is the voice that has kept her lovingly.
When worshiping the world, Bi Xishuang, wearing a wedding robe, phoenix crown, and a beautiful and tender robe, was still in a state of confusion. When the world was worshiping, the man stretched out his hand and lifted off the snake-head mask on his face. A face that made Bi Xishuang about to suffocate appeared in everyone's eyes.
Bi Xishuang suddenly widened his eyes.
It was her Li Lang, not a dream.
The people of Nanming in the castle were confused. Where is their king?
Who is this stupid thing?
After a moment, countless guards and soldiers quickly came over 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 came. The man was stunning, with white hair flying, and the tip of the Mingwang knife in his hand rubbed against the ground. As he walked, sparks like lightning and thunder were emitted.
"The Southern Black is in danger, kill them!" The leading guard shouted and responded, and his murderous aura rushed into the sky.
More than a dozen of skeleton dead soldiers rushed towards Qingge under the command. Qingge suddenly released the innate eleventh level spiritual energy. At the same time, the evil aura that went up to a higher level swarmed out, and penetrated into the flesh and blood of the dead soldiers, ruthlessly swallowing their tendons.
In just a moment, the entire army was wiped out!
Someone came one after another, and the singer held the Bang Ming King's sword, with his footsteps and agile figures. He used a strange move to penetrate three dead soldiers and the other dead soldiers died under the surging evil spirit.
The guards who commanded the death warriors were bitten to death by the killing blood wolf who leaped out of the void. They were bloody, cruel and shocking!
For a moment, only panicked people were left in the Ancient Castle of Nanming.
Bi Xishuang was wearing a wedding robe and looked at Qingge through the broken corpse.
After a few days of not seeing her, she became stronger and more beautiful and charming.
It only took her half a year to go from the seventh level of the innate to the eleventh level of the innate. Who has such an amazing talent?
Li Fugui hugged Xishuang with one hand and controlled the spiritual energy with the other. Nan Mourinho was locked in a cell and looked at Ji Yue. With the dragons without a leader, Li Fugui took the lead. Who will compete with him?
"Your king is going to die--"
A charming voice sounded, and everyone seemed to have been bewitched and stopped.
Looking in the sound, I saw a charming man in a red robe in the depths of the castle, with a slender and beautiful hand tightly clasped a person's neck. Who would the man in his hand be if he was not Nan Ming?
At this time, the South Pluto was quite embarrassed.
Behind Ji Yue, Jia Lan and others who were locked in the cell walked down one after another.
Stalemate-
Ji Qingfeng, who was standing on the jade stairs, saw Li Fugui and Bi Xishuang at a glance. Her wedding dress was like fire, and her scarlet wedding robe was like a sharp sword, burning and stinging Ji Qingfeng's eyes.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Nan Mingwang's mouth. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the white-haired girl outside the castle, and a hint of hatred arose in his heart.
A few days ago, he had already received news that Ye Qingge and his wife came to Nanming, but he did not pay attention to it at that time and relaxed and slackened. He had indeed heard of Mr. Ji's reputation, but he was as arrogant as him. In Nanming, who could be better than him as the king?
Indeed, in the Battle of the Sea Palace, the Sea King cleverly blocked all the news. 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 exuded by the famous Prince Ji recently.
Puff—
The long sword penetrates a person's body.
Nan Ming, who was tied around Ji Yue's neck, suddenly widened his blood-filled eyes, and his eyes seemed to burst open. He spitted out a mouthful of blood down the stairs. The sticky blood fell on a person's head. The blood curtain covered his eyebrows and eyes, scaring him to run around.
A sword flashing with cold light penetrated his left atrium from behind Nan Mouth. For a moment, there was no vitality, leaving only the last dying struggle.
As soon as Ji Yue relaxed her hand, Nan Ming's body turned from the ring-shaped ladder to the king, and a group of people avoided it.
When the Nan Mingwang's body fell down, the sword gradually cruelly pulled away from his body. The man holding the sword was dressed in a blue dress, black eyes and black hair, and had a few traces of madness.
Ji Qingfeng's body trembled for a moment. He was so scared that he threw the sword in his hand on the stairs. The sword fell from the sky on the stairs towards the central hall on the first floor of the ancient castle, making a crisp sound.
Ji Qingfeng killed Nan Ming.
The body of the South Pluto was spasming in the pool of blood he shed. He couldn't believe it even if he died. He was noble and arrogant, the pride of heaven, would die so dirty.
South Black was unwilling to accept it. He widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and let out a beast-like crossbowman, stimulating the eardrums of everyone in the castle.
Ji Qingfeng knelt on the stairs, his legs became weak, trembling, and unstable. He fell from the high-altitude stairs, and his head was facing down, and blood immediately burst out.
He crawled up from the ground in a hurry, and his hands were accidentally stained with the blood from the South Pluto.
Ji Qingfeng was about to run forward. Nan Ming bit Ji Qingfeng's calves, and blood spread in his blue shirt. Ji Qingfeng was crazy and kicked Nan Ming's face one by one. After kicking Nan Ming's body away, he ran towards Bixishuang and Li Fugui, his eyes red, and his will was crazy.
Li Fugui was alert, and Bi Xishuang frowned.
Chapter completed!