The great power of the major forces stared at the white -haired youth, and it was unpredictable for a while. This person was unpredictable. If he just said it was true, wouldn't they dig the grave by himself.
"Don't hesitate, take him down." At this time, a loud voice came from the rear, and the strong people turned around and saw the sword seven look extremely cold.
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The strong people were slightly pushed. The sword seven was the sword -free sword. His words could represent the will of the Swordsman without the sword. Since he spoke, there is no need to consider too much consequences.
A round of the round of Guanghua spread out, covering where the white -haired youth is located, the space seems to be an absolutely closed space, and the people in the distance clearly feel a suffocating pressure.
, Really moved to kill!
Sword Seven, Cangtian Fang and others stared at the space. They are the most outstanding people in one party.
Come.
Therefore, Jian Qi risked the risk of offended the great power and ordered it to kill it.
This time, he has to die if he die!
Qin Xuan's face was indifferent. He wanted to help the white -haired young man left, but Jian Qi and others had too heavy his heart to kill him.
Under such a situation, he couldn't save it at all.
The heart is more than enough.
The strong people look sharp, stepped out at the same time, and they are trying to fight for young people.
However, at this moment, a terrible coercion spread from a far -distance space, and came to this world, like the anger of the god of heaven, and a thunderous loud noise passed down from the sky, trembling.
"This is ..." Numerous people looked up at the same time, unknown why.
I saw a terrible scene above the sky. The four terrible golden god light penetrated the space, seemed to form a spatial channel.
Can't open your eyes.
"So horrible pressure!" Everyone looked at the light above, and the heart trembled fiercely.
Some people with weak strength vomit blood directly, and they were crowded on the ground. The stronger person's face was pale as paper.
"Shengwei!" Many strong people beating in the heart, and her face was full of fear.
Such a level of compression may only be the coming of the Holy descendant.
However, Shura Hell has already made rules, and the saints do not allow them to show up at will, let alone the shot. If you want to explode, you have to go to other battlefields.
Otherwise, the people of the emperor have no way to live.
Which power is the sage, dare to ignore this rule?
I saw the four figures out of the space passage. The breath was empty, his face was cold, and his eyes were scanning. When they touched their sight, many people felt shocked, as if everything was seen by the other party.
Then, then
Everyone looked at the four figures appearing above, as if looking at the god of heaven, and could not help giving birth to a sense of powerlessness. This kind of existence existence was not that they could compete.
"It is indeed a holy!" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed deeply. The breath of the four was indeed a saint, and it was not an ordinary saint. He felt that he could even be compared with Brother Feng Qing.
Four characters of these levels appear at the same time, what is it for?
At this moment, Sword Seven, Yi Yi and others are loud. Even if they rank in the sky list, they are the evil figures in the eyes of countless people, but when facing the real saints, they must lower their posture.
Especially these four people appeared in such a high -profile attitude, as if they did not take the rules of Shura Hell in their eyes at all, making them a little bold, and they dare not mess around at will.
"The Son leaves without authorization, but let me wait for it!" A figure said indifferently, making the crowd present look at it for a moment, Son?
Who is the sage in his mouth?
Later, many people seemed to think of something. The heart earthquake trembled and the face shocked. Is it ...
Looking around, I looked at the same direction in the same way, and finally gathered on the white -haired young man. I saw the white -haired youth look calm as usual and looked up to the four figures over the sky.
Are you here? "
"Nature, why did the Son leave?" The strong who spoke previously asked.
"Nothing, it's just tired, want to walk alone." The white -haired youth tone was still bland. Even in the face of the saint, his mood did not appear in the slightest.
"The Son has gone for so long. Now it's time to wait with me to go back." The strong man spoke again, his expression was majestic, and his tone revealed a trace of strength.
It seems to be forcibly brought back the white -haired youth, whether he agrees.
"Since I take the initiative to leave, I will not go back easily." The white -haired young man looked at the other party: "You go back and tell him, when I want to go back, I will go back naturally."
"I am afraid that I can't explain to the host, and I also ask the Son to wait for me to wait." The strong man said with a sink, his expression was a bit sharp.
The crowd listened to the conversation between the two, and faintly understood something.
The white -haired young man seemed to be the sage of a certain force, leaving the power without authorization. The four saints chased here all the way to bring him back.
In this way, they were fiercely undulating in their hearts. A high -level emperor figure asked the four saints to take him back in person. What should this be?
I am afraid that the sword seven, the heavens and the heavens and others can't reach this extent.
However, when they thought of the peerless style of the white -haired youth, they were relieved, and he could fight with six Tianjiao and other six Tianjiao of the sword. The status was naturally higher than them.
It's just that it is so high.
"I have vowed not to kill anymore, and it’ s useless to bring me back. Why? "The white -haired young man sighed, as if tired of the dispute in the earth.
He had already embarked on a road of death, but when he created people, the ancient Buddhas crossed him and sent him out. Now these people come here again. Is this God's will?
"No more killing?" The corner of the strong man raised a smile, as if he heard a big joke.
He looked at the white -haired young man Shen Sheng said: "You are born for killing. In your hands, how many innocent people have been contaminated by the blood of the innocent people. Now, if you don't kill anymore, you want to erase everything that happened in the past.
Do Zi think this is possible? "
The white -haired young man lowered his head and fell into silence.
Indeed, his sin is deeply sinful, and it is an eternal sinner. Even if he sacrifice his life, it is difficult to repay.
However, the ancient Buddha said that there were cause and effect in the world, and he gave him relics. Maybe he still had the opportunity to redeem himself.
"I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore." The white-haired young man looked at the four people again and said.
"It seems that we can only offend the Holy Son!" Another figure said, his voice was extremely cold. They were ordered to take the Holy Son back, how could they return empty-handed.
The white-haired young man looked at the man and said calmly: "You know my character."
After just one sentence, the other party's expression suddenly froze and he didn't answer the question.
Of course he knew the character of this holy son. The god of killing who was personally trained by his master, was extremely talented and decisive in killing. He was known for being ruthless. He was not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself. There was nothing he couldn't do.
If they take him back by force, he might really do something crazy, and even if they take him back, the owner will blame him.
After all, the master wants a complete person.
I saw a strong man suddenly looking towards the crowd below, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "If the Holy Son refuses to follow me back, these people will all die here!"
After saying these words, the expressions of the vast crowd below all changed. If they don't go back, they will be killed. Such tyrannical words!
This is threatening the white-haired young man with their lives.
In the eyes of the four people above, who do they count?
Ants?
"So cruel..." Qin Xuan's heart trembled when he heard those words. Those four people must have come from some extremely terrifying force, so they had the confidence to say such words. There was no need to worry about what force the people below came from. , you can kill if you want.
"Are you threatening me?" The white-haired young man's eyes instantly became colder, and his aura was no weaker than those of the four saints. This was a temperament cultivated through years of fighting and had nothing to do with cultivation.
"The Holy Son is threatening us, each other." The strong man said calmly. Didn't he say that he would stop killing from now on? If he didn't follow them back, he would kill everyone below.
He wanted to see how the Holy Son would choose.
"I don't have much time to wait. I'll give the Holy Son some time to think about it. If there is no result, I will assume that the Holy Son will ignore their lives." The strong man spoke again, his tone was calm and gentle, as if he was just saying something ordinary. words.
Jian Qi, Cang Tianfang, Yi Ji and others suddenly looked extremely ugly. How could they be so insignificant in the eyes of others that they were dignified figures of the Seventy-Two Emperors?
"Senior, are you trying to break the rules of the Asura Hell?" At this moment, someone finally stood up and spoke in a deep voice to the four people above. This person was a great emperor of the Wuxiang Sword Sect.
"Who do you think you are, worthy of questioning me?" The strong man glanced indifferently at the great emperor. With just one glance, the great emperor's face turned pale. His body seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, and his breathing became extremely difficult. Feeling infinitely close to death.
"roll!"
A voice came from above, and the emperor's body was thrown thousands of meters away out of thin air, without any resistance.
When the vast crowd saw this scene, their hearts were filled with turmoil. He was a powerful emperor who could become the overlord in the Wuxiang Sword Domain, but he couldn't bear the gaze of the other party and was thrown away. This is simply...
The gap between the emperor and the saint was so great that it made them despair.
The strong man looked down at the crowd below and asked calmly: "Is anyone still dissatisfied?"
When everyone heard this, they dared to get angry but dare not speak out. Who can bear the thought of a saint?