Earth Destruction Plan

　　The strictness of the blood moon people's regime is almost close to the point of abnormality. No matter everything must go through a strict system, there is a necessary procedure.

　　 So as long as Kukuzelen still holds the sword that symbolizes the highest military power, the so-called stripping of military rank can only be an empty order for the time being.

　　 So, the head of the guard who led the team gave an order: "Take his saber!"

The two guard soldiers rushed to the ground, raised their hands and grabbed Marshal Kukuzelun’s wrist. Kukuzelun gritted his teeth and sipped fiercely, raising his left arm and knocking out the fighter in front of him. More than ten meters away, then with a backhand with his right hand, the second soldier fell while clutching his neck.

　　 "Bah! You are worthy to unload my saber because of you?" Marshal Kukuzelen glanced contemptuously at the corpse in front of him.

　　 "Arrogant!" The head of the guard waved his hand, and the eight generals standing in the hall, all of them taller than ten feet tall, the blood moon fierce generals with big waists and round waists stood out from the queue.

　　 Marshal Kucuzelun was already considered a tall man among the blood moon men, and in front of the eight standing hall generals, he was still slightly short.

　　 Eight people rushed forward without saying a word, and surrounded Marshal Kukuzelen.

　　 "Hey..." Marshal Kukuzelen cursed contemptuously, "Get out of my way!"

　　 Although eight people are dominant, in front of the former supreme commander, they felt guilty. They were shocked by Marshal Kukuzelen’s roar. For a while, no one dared to be the first to get close.

　　You all know that a wounded tiger is more difficult to provoke...

　　 "What are you still hesitating? Get me his saber!" The head of the guard shouted angrily.

　　The eight-member warlord had to do it, so they drew out their own long swords, but did not dare to cut at Kukuzelun himself, and could only attack with his right hand holding the sword.

　　 As long as his saber hits the ground, he is just a civilian.

Kuku Zelun shook up the hundreds of jins of Yingsteel sword with one hand. With just one stroke of his hand, the swords of two warriors were knocked out with great strength, and fell on the crystal floor with a scream. Sliding out very far.

Immediately afterwards, Kukuzelun swept the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, waving his saber, blowing wind in front of him and behind him, and the strong wind rolled up his black cloak. When the cloak fell, eight warlords had fallen down. Four, and the remaining four people stood in place with the sword in their hands raised as if they had been given a body fixation technique.

Slowly, a red line suddenly appeared on the chests of the four standing people, and then with a puff, blood splashed out, Kukuzelen brushed up his cloak, blocking it in front of his eyes, and the black cloak was immediately covered by it. The blood was soaked and dripped down the texture of the wrinkles.

Five steps of blood splattered and the corpses were everywhere. After a fight, Kukuzelen covered his wound with one hand. The shot pierced his lungs, internal bleeding had begun to contaminate the entire lungs, and violent heart tremors began to appear. The strong sense of fainting made him look black, and he could hardly stand up, so he leaned on his saber and knelt down on one knee in front of everyone...

"I can't die here!" Kukuzelen's eyes were blooming, but he still gritted his teeth, blood was constantly pouring out of his open mouth, "I want to fight for the survival of the Blood Moon! My fleet is waiting. For me...I want to...I want to return..."

　　 When, the saber slammed into the white crystal floor, leaving behind a string of bright red blood stains and a row of blood footprints, confirming every step this steel-like man took towards his final ideal.

　　 Outside the front door of the presbyterian hall, a bright light stretched his figure very long, and he stubbornly walked stubbornly facing a fly fighter plane parked at the end of the corridor lonely.

　　The guards and soldiers involuntarily gave up a passage. Everyone's sword-holding hands trembled a little. That was the fear and admiration in the heart.

　　 "Can't let him go!" Ninesib suddenly raised his hand, holding his gun in his hand.

Snapped!

　　 A big hand grabbed his wrist. It was Barbarodi. He shook his head gently: "Let him go!"

　　 "You... don't you want to let him..." Ninesib understood Marshal Barbarodi's meaning halfway through his words. With Kukuzelen's current situation, he could no longer walk in front of that fighter.

　　 Ninisibu was surprised to see that there were tears in Barbarodi’s eyes: "Leave him a bit of dignity and decency!"

"Take his saber!" At this moment, the head of the presbytery guard gave another order, but Kuku Zelen no longer had the strength to raise his saber. He struggled to stagger and faced The dozens of sturdy warriors who rushed up could only defend themselves with angry eyes...

　　 "Enough!" With a roar, in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if an invisible wall was blocking the crowd. The dozen or so people had not figured out what was going on, and they had been beaten up and down.

　　 A white shadow flashed across, and a person suddenly appeared under Kukuzelun’s armpit, it was Li Weigong!

He was struggling to support the body of Marshal Kukuzelen with one hand, and the other hand, already stretched forward, with five fingers spread out, and suddenly grasped, the several Yinggang swords and sabers that fell on the ground were all There was no wind, and it floated up, and with his powerful grip, everything creaked and twisted into a metal ball!

　　 is the ability to control the metal of the magnetic wire!

　　 Li Wei Gong has nine conscious stunts, and he also has the ability to kill people invisible!

Everyone was shocked. This was something that no one had seen before. Li Weigong coldly looked at the group of soldiers in front of him, his voice dull, but full of threats: "I order you as the supreme head of the Imperial League. Get out of me!"

　　 The Supreme Head of the Emperor League...

Everyone here knows that Li Weigong was the crowning ceremony accepted in the lobby of the Presbyterian Church, and the whole process was notified to the entire Blood Moon World through information downloading. Every blood that has been updated daily from the information port Yueren has this person's image in his mind.

　　He is the true head of the Imperial League!

　　 "Yes..." The head of the guard who led the team was frightened, and waved to the people around him, everyone drew away, leaving a way.

　　 Li Wei Gong gritted his teeth to prop up the heavy body of Kuku Zelun, go, I will support you, you should return to your position!

　　 Kukuzelen held his saber in one hand, breathing heavily, step by step, struggling towards his fighter plane. He is a war fighter and cannot die in the political hall!

"Li...Li Wei Gong," Kuku Zelun's head could hardly be lifted. He half closed his eyes, and every word he said seemed to be wasting a lot of vitality, "Don't live up to my...expectations, definitely Yes, to help Barbarodi~www.wuxiaspot.com~ stabilize the internal balance of the blood moon, and to preserve the continuity of my people..."

　　 "I know!" Li Weigong replied solemnly, "None of us will concede defeat easily!"

"To fight to the last... moment, the last person, just like you said, we are fighters, not... a scumbag!" Kuku Zelen slipped, and Li Weigong's body suddenly lost weight, he tried his best. The strength of the whole body, coupled with the help of consciousness energy, barely maintained the balance between the two.

　　 Li Weigong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "You want, hold on to the end!"

Li Weigang, Kukuzelun, two men who were regarded as traitors by their own civilization, two men who each were working hard for their own civilization authors last, supported each other, walked in front of the fighter plane, and they stood in front of the flies. On the escalator of the fighter plane, the escalator automatically sent them to the cabin of the fighter plane, and Li Weigang put Kuku Zelun on the seat.

　　His breathing has already stopped, his two hands are tightly supported on the armrests, his huge body stands tall, facing forward, as if he is about to set off...

　　 Li Wei Gong closed his lips and solemnly saluted him.