His Royal Highness King Yu is the only son of the saint now. Although he has not been established as a prince, as the only prince, his status as successor is almost unshakable.
Even if the saint now gives birth to a boy, a three-year-old emperor, how can he rule the world?
So when Ding Kuyu said these four words, the saint who had always been calm and composed couldn't help but get angry: "How dare you?"
Saying this, he stepped forward like a ghost and struck Ding Kuyu's chest with a merciless palm.
Ding Kuyu, on the other hand, looked at the other person calmly, and also raised his hand to give the saint a slap in the face.
The two palms struck each other, and Ding Kuyu couldn't resist and drew backwards in an instant. His feet drew two deep tracks on the stone ground. But the saint was even more surprised. He looked at him: "You are not Ding Kuyu. Who are you?"
Ding Kuyu looked at the saint and smiled lightly: "How can your majesty say that I am not Ding Kuyu?"
"Ding Kuyu definitely doesn't have this kind of inner strength. His blood rain magical skill, which he uses to bewitched by illusions, does not have such strong palm power." The saint looked at Ding Kuyu, his eyes changed several times, and he suddenly said loudly :"Oh it's you!"
"Did you kill Ding Kuyu?"
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, the man in red lowered his head and smiled, then reached out and lifted up his red coat.
Under the red clothes, he was wearing a black outfit, with one sleeve floating empty.
Before, his right hand had been hidden under the red clothes, and even the saint did not notice any difference in his aura.
He never expected that it would be Qin who finally came to the saint in the name of killing Qin and winning the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Gong.
"To be honest, this is the first time you and I have met, although we have been friends for a long time before this." Qin reached out and took off the human skin mask on his face, looking at the hesitant old man with a sarcastic expression on his lips. Smile: "Why, it doesn't feel good to feel betrayed by everyone."
The saint was silent for a moment.
If it is Qin who came here instead of Ding Kuyu, then everything before can be explained a little bit, but there is only one thing, and that is where did Ding Kuyu go?
Ding Kuyu killed Qin Buyi.
But it was not easy for Qin to kill Ding Kuyu.
Since the Yin Yang Great Compassion Technique is real, it naturally flowed from Ding Kuyu's hands. How did Qin convince the other party.
And what's even more terrifying is, is the news about King Yu brought by Qin true or false?
"What do you want?" The saint looked at Qin: "If you want to die, there are too many ways to die in this world."
Qin smiled: "Ding Kuyu told me that in order to seek immortality, he went to the Western Regions to seek the Great Compassion, but later, he heard the news that Miss Yanran was killed by you."
"Let me ask you."
"Why does Miss Yanran have to die?"
"What does this have to do with you?" The saint looked at Qin Leng and said.
"Of course it does matter." Qin looked at the saint and said, "In this world, currently, apart from the Great Compassion and Duzun Gong, the only martial arts that can lead to immortality are the White-Shou Taixuan Sutra."
"But the Baishou Taixuan Sutra has a fatal flaw, so even if Miss Yanran obtained this technique, she did not dedicate it to you, but sealed it up herself."
"But in the end, you still practiced this technique and sacrificed all your descendants' blood on this altar, so much so that Master Xue Ping would rather disobey you and hide the child in the Shaolin Temple."
"Traitor!" The saint's forehead had faint veins popping out: "You are all traitors!"
Saying this, he stepped forward and held Qin's neck with one hand. The saint was as fast as lightning and moved like a ghost. He appeared in front of Qin almost in an instant, then pinched the opponent's neck and lifted him up. He held it high: "You know what? I want to kill you, it's as simple as squeezing an ant to death."
"Why do you insist on asking for death?"
Qin's expression was as usual. He was originally a tall man, but he was still lifted in the air by the saint like a doll.
"Your Majesty, I am here because I am confident that you cannot kill me like an ant."
When Qin spoke, the saint suddenly felt burning pain in his hands. He couldn't help but let go of Qin and took two steps back: "What is this?"
"Didn't I tell you? A little girl from the Huo family gave me a poison called ashes."
"This poison has no other use. Its only effect is to cause unimaginable pain to the poisoned person when it activates the true energy."
"Your Majesty, of course your martial arts skills are world-class, but how many experiences have you had in life and death battles?"
"Can you really endure such pain and have a hearty battle with me?"
Saying this, Qin's whole body slowly rose up with red-red vitality like a red lotus: "On the contrary, although the Bahuang Liuhe Sovereign Gong is flawed, it can help me get closer to your realm endlessly. .”
"I still want to kill you here with my own hands."
"Can you please meet this small request of mine?"
Qin's words were slow, and the blue-gray scars slowly extended from his hands to his arms, and spread upward little by little.
He is now like a burning red lotus, using his entire body as firewood to bloom the most incredible and magnificent light.
"Madman." The saint looked at Qin and said coldly: "Do you think you can defeat me like this?"
"I am invincible."
"Then let's try it." Qin Haha laughed, and then, wrapped in red lotus flames, he strode towards the saint, then gathered his strength and punched out.
The saint disappeared on the spot like a ghost, and then appeared behind Qin in an unruly manner. The old man's eyes were cold and sharp, and he pointed directly at the opponent's neck with two fingers: "Go to hell!"
And at that moment, Qin turned around on the spot with a smile on his lips: "You still don't understand me well enough now."
While speaking like this, Qin's fist had already been raised.
In the next moment, the saint was blown away by Qin's punch like a kite with broken strings. His body hit the tall bookshelves surrounding him, and old pages fell from the ceiling at that moment, like countless Yanshan Mountains as big as mats. snowflake.
After throwing this punch, Qin instantly knelt down on one knee and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
And in the bookshelf, the saint's voice slowly sounded: "Do you want to kill me just because of this?"
"I promise to give you the most painful death to punish your offense."
Qin raised his head and watched the saint quietly climb up from the collapsed bookshelf, with a cruel joke on his expression.
"Let this end."
Qin slowly stood up: "Then let's try it."
"I didn't come here to die."
