I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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This kind of injury is not serious, but because it is on the face, and every time it is sent on the initiative, it makes Ling Bo feel extremely painful, as if he is about to die, helpless.

Huang Rong saw that his face no longer had a good piece of flesh, and was afraid that he would not get better within a few months, so she stopped her hand and wiped the blood from her hand on Lingbo's clothes: "Stand well, wait for the big brother. Send out!"

Back to Kunpeng, Kunpeng smiled, but did not speak.

The elder brother and others also fell from the main hall and the air to the ground, standing in front of tens of thousands of disciples.

"Ling Bo, although we all know that your cultivation level is not weak, this time, we just asked a newcomer to teach you a little lesson, and didn't want to really treat you. Naturally, it depends on you sending the letter to the Shushan League. For good reason, if there is a next time, you may not be able to go back."

"Ling Bo knows his mistake, thanks to Luo Shamen for not killing."

"Okay, get out!"

Ling Boteng took off, but was caught back by the senior brother, and he was heavily pinched to the ground: "You don't change your death, do you really want to go back to Shushan?"

"Sorry, sorry, I was anxious to leave just now, and forgot the etiquette! Goodbye, everyone!" With a fist, he slowly retreated from the front of the disciples and went down the mountain through the path on the cliff.

Naturally, is there anyone at the gate of Rakshasa to send him off.

"This is the consequence of having no strength but not being courteous." Kun Peng whispered.

Huang Rong said bitterly, "I should really kill him!"

Mei Chaofeng smiled: "There is a chance. When going to Shushan, he will definitely find a chance to retaliate. At that time, it was his death date."

"Yes, when the time comes, even if he doesn't take revenge, he will still find an excuse to kill him."

The Rakshasa disciples around them were shocked when they heard their conversation. The three of them were really not ordinary people, they were cruel enough.

The elder brother's gaze slowly swept across the people in the square, and without saying a word, he entered the back of the main hall to find the head.

After a while, he came out again and glanced around coldly: "Shu Shan despised us so much, what are you going to do?"

His voice was not loud, but it spread far in the quiet square, and everyone heard it.

"Strength speaks, so that they dare not despise it!" someone said.

Everyone seemed to react, and everyone said: "Strength wins respect!"

After everyone calmed down, Wu Hua continued: "Yes, strength wins respect. Before that, we Rakshasa had been tolerant and only trained on Raksha Peak, so that the world only knows his Shushan League, not me Rakshasa. Gate. In this case, we will use this spiritual disciple competition to defeat the Shushan League and let them know the prestige and inviolability of my Raksha Gate!"

"Participate!"

Everyone suddenly realized that the Rakshasa gate was finally about to get out of the Rakshasa Peak, and in the future, the Rakshasa gate disciples could also travel around the world.

However, it can also be seen from this that Luo Shamen thinks that they already have the strength to fight the world.

Today, there are thirty-six Shinto disciples in the Rakshasa gate, and over 100 Qidao disciples. These are the elites of the Rakshasa gate.

Kunpeng looked at the Shendao Qidao disciples standing in front, they were all extraordinary and not weak in strength. I don't know how many schools there are in other places, and what the strength of the entire spirit world is.

However, it may be possible to see a general idea through the inner disciple competition in the spirit world this time, so as to speculate on their overall strength.

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