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"Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng!"

This monk in Tsing Yi, the skin, muscles, and bones all over his body were blooming like peach blossoms, and then burst out!

The blood mist was mixed with red muscle fragments, flying all over the sky, staining a large area of ​​the palace wall and ground red.

The blood mist dissipated slightly. The Tsing Yi monk named Hua Situ in Nikaji's mouth was only left with an incomplete bone shelf. On the bone shelf, there were many white bone peach blossoms.

However, the part above his neck remained intact and undamaged.

A face that was originally upright was completely distorted with pain at this moment, his mouth was hissing, but he couldn't say a word--the lungs and trachea had all turned into peach blossoms and exploded. , Where can I say half a sentence?

However, the monks who have entered the foundation-building period have much stronger vitality than ordinary people, and they already have the function of fetal breath--that is, the function of breathing through pores.

Therefore, this guy named Hua Situ couldn't die for a while, and his expression was distorted to endure this indescribable pain.

"How do you like it, you guys, it's a pity that your mana is not as hard as your mouth. If you have a kind, you will become a ghost and come to me. I will take your countermeasures. Ghosts will be grilled on the fire of karma for generations to come. The pain of refining the soul will never stand up!"

Qian Xing proudly teased Stu who had become a skeleton flower. Now the mouth can't be hardened.

Seeing this guy who dared to spit at himself suffered this pain. I|Look. Shu (Zhai) Qian Xing is satisfied. As if the master was killed and hated by the Xuantian school. This is only slightly lightened.

Turning to look at the top of the channel. Closedly white jade sculpture. The door is decorated with gems in the sky. A cold smile passed across Qian Xing's mouth. Wave his left hand for a while. Several sapphires crossed with light and shadow.

"Boom! The gate of the white jade sculpture. Suddenly it fell to pieces on the ground.

Inside the door. It reveals an extremely luxurious bed. Next to the big bed. Standing on a ground wearing a yellow dragon robe. Wearing a crown on the head. Middle-aged man with majestic and luxurious temperament. Next to the middle-aged man. The two clothes hurriedly put on. Several beautiful women leaked in the spring. Are hugging together. Trembling. Next to the three people. There are also some pretty girls dressed up in court ladies. Also looking in horror. Look out the door.

This middle-aged man wearing a crown and a yellow robe. It was Qian Xing's goal for this trip. Xia Zhuguo, King of Southern Qi, is no doubt.

And the two beautiful women who are not neatly dressed, it seems that they may be the king's concubines.

"what--"

A horrified scream of a woman resounded in the king's palace that had been blasted to a mess by Dao Fa, and Qi's voice was sharp. Enough for the guards on the outside palace wall to hear clearly!

Hua Situ's miserable state fell in the eyes of a few people in the room. This Xia Zhuguo's face suddenly paled, but. The temperament cultivated in his long career as a king still allowed him to restrain himself and make no sound.

And the two beautiful concubines and court ladies, where have they seen such a tragic situation, especially Hua Situ's eyes turned around in pain, indicating that he still has a breath and is still sober.

Suddenly the women hugged each other and screamed desperately.

"Xia Guozhu, you are so relaxed. Ah. Are you still playing three horses here? I really admire you, why. Are you satisfied with your end, if you don't want to end up like him, just put Yimu Shenlei in the first half Chapter, give it to me!"

Qian Xing didn't want to talk too much nonsense. After threatening a few words, he straightforwardly asked Xia Zhuguo to hand over the first half of Yimu Divine Thunder's cultivation technique!

"You—are you from the Qingyi Clan? You, you are Mi Lan, a fugitive from the Qingyi Clan?"

As expected to be a king for so long, when Old Qian opened up about the purpose of this trip, King Xia Zhuguo, the master of the Xuantian Gate, immediately thought of the person's most likely identity-Qingyi Sect's fugitive Milan.

Since the death of the Tieban Taoist, Qian Xing was nowhere to be seen. Under the orders of the Jiaolong Taoist, Qing Yimen has been declaring that Qian Xing was a fugitive from Qing Yimen.

It's okay not to talk about this. When I talk about this, the old Qian's heart is full of hatred.

At this time, a group of about twenty people of copper burning armor, shouting "Protect the King! Escort!" slogan, rushed from the top of the passage-the corner of this passage and the room on the corner, The Daofa, which had been shot indiscriminately long ago, was flattened, the corner no longer exists, and the entire passage can be seen in a glance.

"Trash ants recklessly, die for me!"

Old Qian sneered and flicked the golden snake sword in his right hand!

The two small eight-epee swords exploded, and they were side by side, pushing toward the group of bronze armor soldiers.

When Qian Xing came in earlier, in order to save mana, he used the exact part to transform and turned his left hand into sharp claws. Under the sharp claws of Old Qian, these soldiers were like chopping vegetables and melons, and had no resistance.

At this moment, Qian Xing's two swords that had already been promoted to eight petals burst out, just like two bulldozers, flattening a row of scarecrows.

Although these soldiers wielded their weapons ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to send out various attacking energy like a blizzard, but in the face of the eight-epee sword burst, they were useless, as long as they hit the eight-epee sword burst, Above the thighs of these soldiers, together with the burning copper armor on them, immediately turned into fragments blasting towards the rear!

The two eight-epee swords exploded on their way, stirring up blood waves in the sky! In the blood wave, mixed with countless pieces of burning copper armor, a few blinks of effort, these two dozen people, sixteen or seven people, under the eight-epee swords that were advancing side by side, turned into pieces of broken meat and copper.

The remaining six people finally shuddered and hid one after another toward the broken palace houses on both sides.

They are also living people. Although there are many people, it is not such a way to die.

Seeing the two eight-epee swords exploded, with four petals remaining, they rushed towards the door of the Qinghai Temple.

"Boom!" Like a silver firework the size of a house, at the gate of the Qinghai Temple, facing the two eight-epee swords burst into bloom!

The countless silver stars in the sky blasted on the sword burst with only four petals left, and the two-episode sword burst that was about to continue to advance, finally died with the silver stars in the sky!