The bloody head was smashed to pieces. The ancestor of Xiangguo Mansion was extremely cruel and showed no mercy.
Prince Ning was flying across the night sky, arriving in an instant and thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. But someone is following behind him. The Three Heavenly Kings are holding magic wheels and roaring with fierce black energy, which can destroy gods and immortals.
"Prince Ning, it's better for you to die today..." The ancestor of Xiangguo Mansion pressed down his big hand that covered the sky, and a pale white light seemed to fall from the sky, pressing down on Prince Ning's figure.
The king's whip whipped back, leaving an afterimage in the air, like a dragon soaring, and bursts of green light shattered the surrounding area.
The three of them were all extremely powerful. Even though they were one against two, no one was careless in the slightest.
Regarding the death of King Jinling, King Ning accumulated grief and anger in his heart.
The Prime Minister's Mansion has always been at the center of the dynasty. It can reach up to the heavens and look down on the people. It has always been held by the Wang family. This is not only the trust of the king in them, but also the trust of the civil and military officials of the dynasty. But no one can Unexpectedly, the Xiangguo Mansion actually harbored evil intentions and wanted to overthrow the rule of Liuyun Kingdom.
As the younger brother of the king, King Ning is also the most powerful king in Liuyun Kingdom. How can he be allowed to do so, not to mention that the blood feud of King Jinling must be paid with blood.
The King's Whip emits the King's Qi. As it is swung, the sky vibrates, like thunder rolling, like thousands of waterfalls flying by, and it can break through the sky at every turn.
"Die to me!" The ancestor of the Prime Minister's Mansion turned his hand to form a seal, and a light seal covered with secret patterns was instantly formed. This was the Qi accumulated over the years, being released to the fullest.
Wen Neng can become a candidate, and military can become a general.
However, the ancestors of the Xiangguo Mansion were not included in this list. His mysterious skills moved the sun and the moon, which was completely inconsistent with becoming a lord and a general.
The magic wheel chased behind him, making eerie sounds, like a real demon prison, roaring with the sounds of ghosts and monsters.
It was extremely difficult for King Ning to wield the King's Whip at this moment. After all, it was too difficult to fight one against two. They were both at the peak of the Mountain Building Realm. There was no gap between the realms.
But King Ning has no regrets, because his friend was killed and he must take revenge.
The long night is long, and the greedy wolf drives away the tiger.
At this difficult moment for King Ning, a sound broke through the air, attracting everyone's attention again.
One person faces the sky alone, looking back at the long sky.
The dragons are flying with a majestic air.
"Father..." Across the light curtain, Yu Bing murmured in a low voice. Uncle Wang's death caused her divine body to enter again. This was the power of grief and anger, destroying the growth of her divine body.
At this moment, the strong man facing the sky alone is the only flat-shouldered king of Liuyun Kingdom.
As a peak expert in the mountain-building realm, his mind is so sharp that he can sense the situation on the battlefield in an instant.
"Brother?" A voice seems to be asking, but the ending is already known, because the heart cannot lie to others. Only the blood of a close relative can make such a strong man feel something in his heart. This is a weak echo of the connection in the heart, which makes Ping Ping King Jian was inexplicably sad and angry.
"Who is it?" The flat-shouldered king screamed in the sky, waving his hands and moving. The aura of a strong man can move mountains and rivers, fill the sea...
A vibration was enough to show King Flat Shoulder's anger.
But behind King Pingjian Dudui, a figure stretched between heaven and earth, but it was completely lifeless.
King Flat Shoulder killed the Demon Lord?
Everyone understood that only in this way could the Flat Shoulder King withdraw from the dimensional space, otherwise the result would not be like this.
I saw a figure lying on the side, which can be said to be riddled with holes. The demonic aura is gradually dissipating and returning to the world. On the demon lord's body, I can faintly feel the majestic aura destroying the demon lord's vitality and completely exterminating the demon. host.
"Kill..." The disciples of the Demon Sect were indignant. Such a result was unacceptable. A generation of heroes was actually killed. No matter what, the people of the Demon Sect were shocked.
But here in Liuyun Kingdom, no one is happy.
The fall of King Jinling will mean that Liuyun Kingdom has lost a strong man, which cannot be compensated.
Although he killed the demon lord, King Pingjian still felt uncomfortable. He was injured in many places, especially his right arm, which was still bleeding. However, he was dominated by the fall of King Jinling and had no intention of treating him.
"It's him..." King Ning took the time to drink out the murderer of King Jinling. At the same time, the King's Whip whipped towards the magic wheel behind him.
Ding!
The clash of metals is deafening, making people unable to approach, and the turbulent breath gradually spreads.
Above the long sky, ripples burst into pieces, tearing the long sky apart and flying towards unknown places in the night.
"Kill..." Many people were bathed in blood.
"Kill..." Blood flowed all over the mountains and plains.
"Kill..." The blood like a river continued to gather, and it continued...
The flat-shouldered king spoke alone to the ancestors of the Prime Minister's Mansion, without me speaking, and endured the injuries on his body, his eyes gradually becoming fierce.
"Unexpectedly, the old Xiangguo, who was originally dedicated to his country, actually took action against his own country..." The voice was full of helplessness, because the rebellion between the Xiangguo Mansion and the Yun family not only surprised King Pingjian, but also surprised the people of Liuyun Kingdom. The strength is weakened a bit.
"King Flat Shoulder, I know your temperament."
The Prime Minister sighed softly and said, "You have already retreated, why are you coming back again?" This is a question from the soul of the old Prime Minister. He is gnawing at his heart and arranging his troops for his own chance of victory.
Not only is it killing one’s heart, but it is also killing one’s emotions.
King Pingjian did not say anything, but looked around. The vast land was completely silent under the long night, but Liuyun City was doomed to bleed tonight.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Old Xiangguo didn't understand what he meant, thinking that King Pingjian had nothing to say and was being plotted against him.
"Speak?" King Pingjian bowed his head to the sky, touched the ground with his left hand, stared at Nagano, and said: "Did you see it? This is Yinfeng Valley, a force that shocked the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. It's ridiculous that you are still playing tricks on me here. This is so shameless..."
The words were sharp, even stronger than the old Prime Minister's murderous intention. Every time a finger falls, there is a river of blood, every time one gazes, there are corpses everywhere.
Lao Xiangguo was very ruthless. He stared at King Pingjian and said, "Even if there is a mistake, blood feud between you and me is unavoidable, so let's do it." After all, Lao Xiangguo still did not succeed in killing Xin.
"Do it? I will definitely do it." King Flat Shoulder pointed at the two sides fighting below, and his anger erupted, saying: "You know, this is the country we have protected for generations. Although I took my brother to retreat sixty years ago, It doesn't mean that I can't protect this land, but you..."
The flat-shouldered king stared at the surrounding areas, took a long breath, gritted his teeth and said, "It's chilling."
The majestic energy burst out and finally reached its peak, connecting with the earth in the surrounding fields.
This is a kind of skill that can use the principles of heaven and earth to make yourself explode.
King Flat Shoulder was not sure that he could avenge his brother, so he could only use this blessing.
Just because the Demon Lord was killed does not mean that the Demon Lord is not strong. Although the Demon Lord's strength contrasts with the strength of the King of Flat Shoulders, it consumes a lot of energy and can only be like this.
In one sentence, King Pingjian stood on the high ground of morality and protection, and finally took action.
A dragon-shaped pattern took shape in an instant, rising from behind the King of Flat Shoulders, filled with the sorrow and anger of the earth, filled with rage.
King Ning fought against the Three Kings. He was originally a little worried about King Ping Jian, but when he saw this scene, he finally felt relieved.
King Flat Shoulder may not have been a good emperor sixty years ago, but he was undoubtedly a good monarch who served the country and the people, otherwise he would not have involved himself.
The King's Whip swung and collided with the Magic Wheel again. Both of them were bounced away, and an astonishing power erupted in the middle, making people feel frightened.
"kill……"
A terrible breath suffocated between the two of them.
The aura of Lao Xiangguo is also gradually condensing. He has come to reality one step ahead of King Pingjian. This is the advantage of Lao Xiangguo. Although King Pingjian has stirred up the power of the earth, Lao Xiangguo is not afraid.
At this moment, he had no way out. Regardless of personal hatred or national hatred, these two old acquaintances were pushed to the edge of breakup.
Sixty years ago, before Liuyun Kingdom was established, Lao Xiangguo had already served in the dynasty of King Pingjian. At that time, Lao Xiangguo was just a feudal lord and did not have the status he has now. However, under the leadership of the old lord, he still The rebellion forced King Pingjian and King Jinling to leave Jinling. At this moment, the old prime minister rebelled again and could be said to be on the road again.
It's just that that time I used the Shadow Wind Valley, but this time, it coincides with the Shadow Wind Valley.
The golden dragon shape, with its mouth open, can swallow up the heaven and earth and light up the long night.
"Golden Dragon Seal." Although King Pingjian has left the throne for many years, his cultivation has not fallen behind. Especially now that he has been blessed by the earth, he is particularly powerful.
But the old Xiangguo's years of keeping a low profile are not completely useless. Every palm has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth, and its terrifying power is comparable to that of the Golden Dragon Seal.
boom……
A shocking collision broke out, and the two fought fiercely together.
Finally, in the successive collisions, the heaven and earth seemed to be unable to bear it, and a dimension opened up for the two of them.
Yang Ning held the sword in his hand, and he had buried countless dead souls. At his side, Yang Zhen was bathed in blood, but in the blood, he became more and more dazzling. The dark golden blood and the golden light were more condensed.
This is a fighting divine body that can not only promote growth, but also improve Yang Zhen's strength.
Not far away, a pair of brutal fists were swaying freely, and the texture on the body became clearer and clearer. Even every time he punched, it was like a wolf king running through the wild, one punch and one life, without mercy.
The long night was suddenly dark and completely silent, like a scene outlined with pen and ink, without any blank space in sight.
Dawn arrives as promised, making the whole world feel reborn under the gentle breeze.
But obviously, Liuyun City is not included.
Blood is painful, tragic, and unforgettable.
In the darkness, an ink-colored figure merges with the heaven and earth, waiting for opportunities to move at any time.
Sometimes misty, sometimes strange, just like the spring in the Western Wilderness, ever-changing. But every time I take action, I will chant.
"Three..." He took action again, the ink was as dark as iron, and the white light was as white as a thunderbolt on a sunny day, harsh and dazzling...
In the darkness at this moment, the figure's cultivation level has reached the third level of Mountain Building Realm. Especially in the short dawn, it is like a fish in water, like a tiger with added wings.
But the good times didn't last long. Just when the figure took action again, a flash of white appeared in the sky.
And his target is a strong man in the fifth level of Mountain Building Realm.
"I'm lost..." He expressed his helplessness with one voice, and expressed all the consequences with one voice.
A flash of white exposed the hero's attack to the blue sky and daylight. The strong man at the fifth level of the Mountain Building Realm reacted so quickly. He hit the hero in the chest with a backhand palm strike.
puff……
A mouthful of reverse blood seriously injured the hero.
The light of the sword passed away, the sneak attack failed, and the artistic conception deliberately created by the hero was completely destroyed in an instant. Just like the voice the hero exhaled when he turned white, "I'm lost", it became a harbinger of serious injury to the hero.
"Be careful..." A sword shadow caught up and collided fiercely with the palm print.
boom……
With a violent roar, the figure grabbed the hero and used the force of the rebound to drag him away.
"What a risk..." Liufeng broke open the palm mark with his sword, and the sword's power was gone, and he forcefully pulled the hero back from the gate of hell.
"Much...thank you..." The blood was dripping, and the hero seemed to have a change in his heart, which was changing subtly.
A lonely shadow on the cold river, an old friend in the world.
He, who had always been alone, finally understood at this moment why he took action at that time.
Perhaps, the swordsman is not alone, but has a bond in his heart and a goal to protect. Only then can he be called a true swordsman.
The landscape ink pen seems to have undergone a qualitative change. From now on, it is no longer between black and white, but has color.
