Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 1705: The Fall of the Holy Son

Xu Liusu was speechless...I can't believe that all this is true!

The five famous generals summon opportunities once, and the rewards at the against the sky are evil!

Xu Liusu showed a bright smile, looked down at Situ Qing who was on the verge of death, and said lightly: "Everything is over!"

"What did you say!"

Xie Chen couldn't believe his ears, but then he felt extremely frightened!

At this moment, not only Xie Chen was extremely frightened. Everyone around Xu Liusu, all the masters, all the disciples, and all the elders were watching Xu Liusu's movements without blinking!

Lifting up with one foot high, a large area of ​​wind blew, causing chaos in the venue!

The true mystery condensed by the snow-white boots blooms with purple gold beams, and its huge force is like a heavy mountain, carrying the vast turbulent turmoil. This is the soles of giants!

Slammed!

Xu Liusu stomped Situ Qing’s chest with one foot, and the murderous intent disappeared in an instant and disappeared!

This vow and hatred that lasted for nearly two years was completely overwhelmed by one foot!

The war is over!

"No!"

Zuo Qiu roared in grief and anger, and there was no time to stop him!

Xie Chen even widened his eyes and looked at all this in a daze!

Li Fumi, Yang Taihao, Xie Tong, etc., all the experts of the Heavenly Palace and the disciples of the two sects opened their mouths, which was unbelievable!

At this point, the wind and clouds seem to be silent!!

Boom boom!

A vibration overturned the people around him!

Situ Qing's chest was sunken, his whole body was crushed to pieces, and his huge force was like an invisible spider web, spreading constantly in his body. The skeletons that resisted and the remaining blood were like buildings, houses, and palaces crushed by Yuan Yue... they instantly turned into powder!

A generation of geniuses, the top king of the vast land of the five directions, and the blood-clothed saint Situ Qing!

He died on the spot, his soul was scattered and he died completely!

Not far away, Xiao Ruyan stood behind the crowd, watching all this silently, with the quiet appearance of the flowers and the tip of her nose sour!

Dead...

His Highness the Holy Son is still dead!

But at this time, Xiao Ruyan's heart was as calm as water, as if there was no slight turmoil. She understood that all this had nothing to do with him. Even though she had been obsessed with the Holy Son, time could dilute everything.

The past is followed by the wind, fragmented and submerged the world!

......

The vast eastern border stands three imperial domains!

One of them is the dominant martial arts domain that dominates the Eastern Front - the Xietian Imperial Domain!

On this day, countless masters in the hall were wearing black robes and silver masks, and Hou stood here. They were holding some kind of priestly ceremony, which was very important, exuding solemnity and solemnity!

His Highness Evil Lord was named the real prince and told the world!

However, at some point, the man in black on the imperial chair suddenly narrowed his eyes and stood up suddenly!

"Father?" Xie Jun was also shocked as soon as he took over the crown of the prince!

But I heard the evil emperor say, "Situ Qing... is dead?"

"Dead!"

Inside the hall, there were screams everywhere.

They are all cold-blooded killers, killing people like numb, and evil blood flows in their bones!

But after hearing this news, I was shocked on the spot!

Besides, this was said by Lord Evil Emperor himself, and the authenticity is beyond doubt!

"My Qing'er, is he dead?"

An old man in a black and white robe suddenly raised his eyes, flashed with murderous intent, and said, "Lord Evil Emperor, who did it?"

The Evil Emperor sat in the imperial chair again, his tone was as cold as a river, and said, "In the battlefield where the heaven and earth are forbidden, Baiyi said to be killed. Xie Chen heard the message that Situ Qing, the child's soul was taken away and he fell into a state of fake death. I don't know which mysterious master did it, but in the end he died at Baiyi's feet and died on the spot!"

boom!

The old man in black and white robe staggered backwards, staring at the Evil Emperor in a daze, and fell into a daze!

Xie Jun turned around, his eyes were uncertain, and he said, "What a Xu Liusu! What a Xu Baiyi! He really dared to kill my true disciple of the Evil Dao Heavenly Palace!"

"Father! This person must die! It is best to capture him alive and torture him with thousands of tortures so that he will be worse than death!"

The evil king’s hatred is also very bad!

"Um."

The Evil Emperor nodded and immediately said: "Zuo Hansen, respect the evil, respect the spirit, respect the fire!"

Three men in black robes walked out of the crowd, stood beside the old man in black and white robes, bent down respectfully and said, "Emperor!"

"Take the child Xu Liusu back without disturbing anyone. Remember, don't let the other two masters from the imperial domain know!" The Evil Emperor reminded.

"yes!"
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next