Chapter 1,242 The fighting spirit is rekindled!

"Yu Jinxiu, I didn't expect you would be here today, right?" Just when everyone was entangled in despair, Tu Zexin stood up and landed in front of Yu Jinxiu.

Yu Jinxiu's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. Executing that ultimate sword had squeezed out the last bit of his strength. At this time, even moving a finger was a luxury for Yu Jinxiu.

"Tu Zexin, what do you want to do?" Leng Weidong hurriedly protected Jinxiu behind him and glared at Tu Zexin.

As soon as Leng Weidong finished his shouting, Nan Huairen, Pang Qiu, and Feng Lang rushed over one after another and stood side by side with Leng Weidong, forming a line of defense that separated Tu Zexin.[

Tu Zexin glanced at him and said with a sneer: "You four don't think that you can defeat me, Tu Zexin, if you join forces, do you?"

No wonder Tu Zexin showed such contempt. Leng Weidong, who has the highest level of cultivation among the four, is only at the seventh level. The other three are all at the sixth level. How could he be a ninth-level monk like Tu Zexin?

opponent?

"Whether it's possible or not, you'll have to try it before you know!" Leng Weidong had already had desperate thoughts at this time and immediately responded coldly.

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" Tu Zexin suddenly became murderous, and his whole body immediately seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and there was a slight chill, making people afraid to approach.

"Stop!" Tu Zexin was about to kill four people when the black dragon's angry shout came over.

Tu Zexin turned around and smiled at him and said, "Long Zun, you don't need to take action against these minions. I'll just send them away."

"Asshole! I keep them for some use!"

"Ah?" Tu Zexin was stunned for a moment and asked in a nagging voice, "Dragon Lord, what's the use of keeping these wastes?" Even though Tu Zexin was a minion of the black dragon, he couldn't figure out the black dragon's thoughts at all.

It is precisely because of this that he becomes even more afraid of the black dragon.

The black dragon laughed evilly a few times, and said faintly, "I have no interest in being a mere commander! I want to keep them, execute my will, and conquer the world for me!"

"Stop dreaming! Do you think we are all like him and will willingly be your lackeys?" Leng Weidong pointed at Yu Jinxiu and said coldly.

"I'm afraid it's not up to you to have the final say!" Black Dragon's expression became even colder. With just a tap of his toes on the ground, an invisible force sent Leng Weidong flying away. Such a method can no longer be described as amazing.

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The black dragon didn't even look at Leng Weidong who flew out. He turned to look at Emperor An Xi and others, and said in a deep voice, "I can give you time to think about it. If you are willing to submit to me and serve me, you can live! If you don't want to, you can live."

The only option is death!"

"Is this the final outcome?" Emperor An Xi's expression was filled with sadness. The joy and excitement brought to him by previous victories had long since turned into dust and disappeared without a trace. Everyone has put in so much effort.

, the situation we just exchanged was turned into nothing by the black dragon in the blink of an eye. Everyone said this

There is no fairness in the world, but this is so fucking unfair. Emperor An Xi was unwilling to give in, and every cell in his body was roaring with anger. He could feel that other people had the same mood as him.

.If it was not willing to be used as a means of killing, I'm afraid the black dragon would have died thousands of times by now.

"An Xi, what are you still hesitating about? You have lost. Since you have lost, you must accept the reality. Apart from surrendering, do you have any other options?" The sneer on Tu Zexin's face was reflected in Emperor An Xi's.
Chapter completed!