"Then Luo Chen doesn't know how to live or die. It's not easy for your Ouyang family to start a family. Do you still have to follow them to die? I advise you to let me go quickly. I will plead for you later in front of my grandfather!"
Neither Li Wenjing nor Ouyang Changhong were too lazy to pay attention to him, only Ouyang Qi couldn't help but snorted: "San Wenzhong, what else would you do except rely on the power of your ancestors? You have the reputation of threatening others!"
Sanskrit clock's expression changed slightly, and then snorted: "Okay, just bet on your lips! When my grandfather takes action, it will be useless even if you beg for mercy."
call out!
A slight and sharp roar broke through the air and soon rumbled like an angry wave slamming the shore.
"Look, someone is here!"
Among the mountain, there were onlookers shouting loudly. As he looked at him, he saw that the void in the distance seemed to be compressed, and a dark golden passage suddenly flashed, and then a figure shot out from it and fell rapidly towards Xuanyue Peak.
"Grandfather! Grandfather!"
Sanskrit clock suddenly struggled desperately and shouted at the figure.
Li Wenjing was shocked, stretched out his right hand and put his five fingers firmly under his shoulders, suppressing him so that he could not move. At the same time, a rich and solemn look appeared in his eyes!
Swish!
The dark golden light quickly landed on the mountain peak. The sharp mountain wind blew over the top, blowing a white hemp robe.
His half-gray and half-white hair was tied on the top of his head, forming a bun, with a light golden face, thin lips, slender eyebrows, and a powerful force as his eyes opened and closed. The pressure made people suffocate—
It is the founder of Fanzhong City, the strong man in Lingxuan Realm, Fanzhong!
At this moment, the audience was silent, with only the howling wind dancing, and none of the thousands of warriors made a sound.
Swhoo, Fan Chong's eyes flashed and stared at Li Wenjing: "Lord Li, although you have low cultivation, you are still chivalrous in dealing with people and people. Why did you do something that threatens the descendants of the old master?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a whisper suddenly sounded:
"No wonder Luo Chen dared to challenge Fan Chong. It turned out that he was detaining his only grandson in his hands!"
"Haha, I said, no matter how stupid a person is, he will not be able to do such a stupid thing. Since he has a hostage in his hands, even if he loses, Fan Chong will not dare to kill him."
"Well, it's not bad! I heard that Fan Chong was severely injured in his early years, which led to his lack of vitality, so he only had one son under his knee. If the Sanskrit clock died again, he would have no successor!"
"It's just that such a threat to people's descendants is somewhat disgusting!"
Li Wenjing let the ridicule and mockery come like a tide, and his expression remained calm: "The Lord of the Old City of Fan cherishes his grandson, and we can't bear to see his family members in trouble! This is a helpless move. I hope the Lord of the Old City of Fan understands it, and it is best to retreat, so that the well between us will not violate the river."
At this moment, Ouyang Changhong and others stared at Fan Chong tightly, waiting for his answer. They were so nervous that their palms were sweating. The suppressed silence made people's hearts sank, and suddenly-
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Fan Chong laughed to the sky, his beard flying and thorning in the laughter, as if it was a sharp sword. The laughter suddenly stopped, and a sharp look shot out from his eyes, covering Li Wenjing: "The water of the well is not invading the river? If you want me to stop, your only way out is to hand over Zhong'er, crawl on the ground, begging me for mercy! Do you actually want to negotiate terms?"
Rumble!
Around him, suddenly, thick earth elements appeared, surrounding his body, making him seem to be covered with a layer of golden armor!
A powerful and vast force burst out, forcing Li Wenjing and others to retreat repeatedly. At this moment, even hundreds of feet apart, you could feel the pressure that was almost suffocating.
"This, this is the power of the Lingxuan Realm!"
At this moment, a layer of golden yellow was also painted in the sky, and ground elements were still constantly being hooked from afar. Many of the warriors present had never seen the Lingxuan realm powerhouse take action with their own eyes, and they couldn't help but lose their horror at this moment.
"If the old city lord Fan does not agree, then I can only break my jade in Wangxu City!" Li Wenjing was definitely not a person who was dragging on the mud. After saying that, the long sword in his hand immediately crossed the neck of San Wenzhong.
After all, Fan Chong had just entered the spiritual mystery realm and could not have been so fast that Li Wenjing had no chance to attack, so this move threatened very much.
"Grandfather, save me!" Sanskrit clock's face was filled with panic.
Fan Chong's expression condensed, and a strange look appeared on his face, as if he was reluctant to leave, as if he was relieved and as if he was terrified. In the end, all his emotions gathered into a cruel and whispered voice: "My Fan Chong City is about to become a two-star force and will reach the height that countless ancestors of the Fan family have dreamed of. As long as my cultivation level continues to improve, the Fan family can even be promoted to three-star!"
"As long as I reach the secret realm, my vitality will continue. What's the difficulty of continuing my descendants?"
Sanskrit Clock's expression was dazed, and he didn't understand what he meant for a while. Li Wenjing's expression had already changed and he pulled him behind him.
"Swish!"
Fan Zhong's chin suddenly raised, and a ruthless look appeared on his cheeks, and a shaking sound came out from his lips: "For the glory of the Fan family, you will sacrifice!"
Bang!
He stepped out and surrounded the golden lotus. When Fan Chong made up his body, he had already arrived in front of Sanskrit clock, and grabbed his left arm with his five fingers and claws.
The lotus falls and flashes! The eight poles of the Brahma peaks!
"No!" San Wen Zhong finally saw clearly the cruelty flashing in Naizu's eyes. A terrible thought flashed. He widened his eyes and showed infinite fear: "No!"
puff!
Li Wenjing only felt a huge force coming from Sanskrit clock's body. His body couldn't help but tremble, and was immediately thrown high by the impact.
In his horrified eyes, Sanskrit Zhong's body was torn apart under the influence of two opposite forces, and half of his body was torn apart, blood was swelling and he died on the spot!
At this moment, the audience was shocked.
The countless eyes looking at the top of the peak were full of disbelief. How cruel is it to be that Fan Zhong can do such a move without hesitation?
Even if Li Wenjing and others wanted to break their heads, they never expected such a result to happen! As soon as they came up, their final trump card was destroyed and they lost the threat. Wangxu City, Jingbo City and other forces were completely unprepared treasure houses in front of Fan Zhong!
"This 9 cities in this radius are destined to be unified by Fan Chong City."
Someone sighed. Now that Sanskrit Zhong died, the fierce battle between Luo Chen and Fan Zhong was doomed to be defeated. Who else can save the fate of Wangxu City and others?
"Ao!"
He shook San Wen Zhong's bloody body and Fan Zhong howled like an old ape crying. Two bloody tears slid from his eyes. His scattered eyes swept over Li Wenjing and others, and his words were cold and cold: "You, pay me Zhong'er for your life!"