Is the campus belle suffering from dysmenorrhea again? I'll give her a massage! Does the mature sister have breast cancer? Move aside, let me examine her! Is the little loli sick? Let Uncle tak...
He has always been the representative of the war faction.
But what if the Holy King can still fight?
Then I won’t have the chance to enter the temple.
But if I don't take the opportunity to kill him today, I will definitely be the first person he wants to deal with in the future.
Maybe he was just pretending to be calm?
If I could take the opportunity to kill him, that would be a great thing.
If I take action myself, people like Tong Mingfeng might also take action.
After much deliberation, he decided to take a risk.
If he could get rid of the Holy King, the most important thing would be to get rid of the biggest worry in his heart, otherwise he would definitely die at the hands of the Holy King after today.
He fought for himself.
"good."
After saying that, he thrust out with his sword.
The tip of the sword trembled a hundred thousand times in an instant.
One hundred thousand times, a hundred thousand sword beams appeared between heaven and earth, and then formed a kind of formation, shooting towards the Holy King together.
Castration is very fast.
As fast as lightning.
In just a moment, the sword light was approaching.
And the Holy King finally moved.
He roared, and a stick appeared in his hand. It was the golden stick he had used just now. It was a magic weapon, an authentic magic weapon, but now the stick had been bent into a bow, and the golden color was no longer there.
It is estimated that it was damaged.
Despite this, this is an immortal weapon after all. Even if the immortal spirit inside is injured, it cannot be defeated by a ninth-level spiritual weapon.
When the stick light came out, the sword light collapsed one after another.
Then, Duanmu Qingyun's body was directly blown away and turned into a blood rain in the air.
No remains were found.
Still so strong!
"Who else!"
The Holy King leaned his staff on the ground and looked coldly at the human monks.
He asked again.
"Who else wants to fight? Get out here!"
It would have been better if he hadn't shouted like that. After he did, everyone immediately retreated and made way for him.
No one dared to take action again.
Even if the Holy King was injured, he would still be no match for the enemy.
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