"No way, my father can't be defeated at your hands."
Ziwei looked at Saint Eleven and scolded in a deep voice.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your father."
Saint Eleven said lightly, "By the way, maybe you don't have a chance."
Because the Thirteenth and the Fifteenth have gone after your father. ” "What" Ziwei's face changed drastically.
"Maybe you think we can't find your father, then you are very wrong.
He had slain a saint so much that he had a unique mark on his body, which would not be erasable even if he fled to the ends of the earth.
Saint Eleven patiently explained, "Let me think about it, now they should have found your father."
Zi Ning's delicate body trembled, thinking of the previous movement of the green gourd, she finally knew the reason.
With such negligence, a divine weapon silently slashed into her arm.
The blood light rushed to the sky, a jade arm was thrown high, and Zi Ning retreated in embarrassment.
"If you dare to hurt my wife, I want your life."
Ping Sifang had been paying attention to Zi Ning, and when he saw her being attacked by a paladin, he couldn't help but be furious. brush brush brush A series of figures quickly got rid of the opponent and supported Zi Ning's side.
The little demon held Zi Ning, who was covered in blood, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Zi Ning's brain went blank for a while, and she seemed to stop thinking, just two lines of tears slipped silently.
She was constantly shivering, and her whole body was cold.
The voice of the little demon sounded in her ears, as if in her ears and as if in the sky.
But does it matter?
If he dies, then what's the point of being alive Zi Ning's blazing eyes instantly dimmed.
The Dragon and Tiger Saint Monarch couldn't help but sigh deeply, he only had the combat power of a king, and he didn't have the demonic-level combat power of Zi Ning.
It took him a lot of effort to get rid of his opponent, and when he saw Zi Ning's dejected appearance, he was surprised and said, "Zi Ning, you are crazy, you are going to run the art of immortality." ” Although Zi Ning has broken an arm, there is an immortality technique, and there is no problem in growing another one.
But the problem is that Zi Ning's mourning is more than heart death, she instinctively rejects treatment, so that even if she has a good thaumaturgy, she is powerless.
Ping Sifang is very crazy, in his heart, if the master is not there, he will protect everything about the master.
But not only did he fail to do it, but he also caused his wife to suffer a heavy blow.
"Kill."
The square is like a killing god, the divine soldier in his hand slashed the heaven and earth, shattered the sky, he stepped on the mountains and rivers, and the vast blood filled three thousand miles.
That paladin retreated, and his eyes were already showing a look of great horror.
He tried his best, but he couldn't stop the other party. burst It was the sound of a divine soldier cutting into his body, and a sharp pain came, and he saw that his right arm had been cut off. withdraw He retreated quickly, but he shot faster in all directions A cold light flashed suddenly, and his left arm detached from his body, turning into a rain of blood.
Then came the unforgettable scene of his life.
After cutting off his arms, Ping Sifang also cut off his feet, and that's not all, and cut his torso into pieces.
"Damn."
The paladin finally realized that the guy in front of him was going to torture himself, and he immediately turned the forbidden law into a forbidden spell, wanting to die with the other party.
But the next moment, he felt a fierce pain in Zhihai, and then he couldn't sense anything.
Ping Sifang came to Zi Ning's side covered in blood, and said in a somewhat choked voice: "Master, I have helped you avenge." ” Zining's eyes still didn't change in the slightest.
Wuji, who was full of demons, glanced at Zi Ning lightly, and snorted coldly: "I have a supreme combat power, but I don't have a brain. ” "Wuji, what are you talking about" "Wuji, pay attention to your identity."
Many of the soldiers in the Prime Minister's Pavilion glared angrily one by one.
Wuji's identity is special, in a sense, he is just a knife of the Xiangge, and everyone has never regarded him as a member of the Xiangge.
"Am I wrong" Wuji sneered: "Guo Ming is full of rumbling luck, and there are many people who want to kill him for so many years, but he is not still alive and well."
Even if those two saints find Guo Ming, they still don't know who killed whom."
Zi Ning's eyes gradually flashed with a strange brilliance, and she looked in the direction of the Dragon and Tiger Saint Monarch, with an inquiring look in her eyes.
Just as the Dragon Tiger Saint Monarch was about to say something, an extremely subtle fluctuation burst through the air and burrowed straight into the sleeve of his robe.
His whole body stiffened, and he immediately thought of something, took out the green gourd from his sleeve, and looked at the more vicissitudes of life circulating on it, and his face couldn't help but show an excited look.
"Take it for me."
The Dragon and Tiger Saint Monarch chanted a spell, and the dozens of paladins around them all fell uncontrollably, and then quickly became smaller one by one, and were included in the green gourd.
This scene deeply shocked the paladins present.
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That's not a cat or a dog, but a paladin with supreme-level combat power It was killed so lightly What kind of magic weapon is that?
Saint Eleven's pupils also shrank slightly, staring at the green gourd.
He saw this green gourd back then, this is Guo Ming's treasure.
Compared to that year, this green gourd is even more powerful.
"Guo Ming, since you have fallen, then I will laugh at your treasure."
Saint Eleven took a deep breath, and then grabbed the green gourd with his big hand.
"Do you dare" Ziwei is willing to let him, he is like a bright moon in the sky, and his invincible iron fist turns into vast fluctuations, and he is strongly suppressed.
"Roll" Saint Eleven's eyes couldn't help but narrow, and the void was neatly and completely cut, as if there was a peerless divine weapon that cut through the world.
Ziwei was like being struck by lightning, and her body was almost not cut off, and blood flowed out along the brocade robe.
He stepped back in embarrassment, a look of unwillingness on his face.
"What kind of power is this, why I don't feel any fluctuations" "Ziwei has a demonic appearance, he is not an enemy, so who is still his opponent" "That person's methods are too weird, Ziwei is his way."
"It's going to be unlucky."
"That's not necessarily, Qing Ming promised in public that if there is a strong person, he will intercept it.
The words are all released, is he going to break his word and get fat?"
Several star monarchs came to Ziwei's side and tightly protected Ziwei in the middle.
Clang The crooked scythe exuded the pulse of death, swaying out the flowers of the undead on the other side, colliding with the palms of the hands when there was no room for hair.
The flowers on the other side had withered before they could bloom, and the scythe made a whimpering and desolate sound, as if it could not withstand the hot power of the palms of both hands.
Fortunately, when his strength was exhausted, Wuji's hands were almost unable to hold the scythe, and he looked gloomily into the distance, and a wisp of red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
With just one blow, Wuji was deeply damaged, and he no longer had the strength to fight.
"Do you think you can stop me" Sheng Shi sneered: "If the Son of Heaven hadn't run fast back then, he would have died in the hands of the old man." ” Saint Eleven said as he walked towards the Dragon Tiger Saint Monarch as if no one was around.
The Dragon Tiger Saint Monarch wanted to use the green gourd to suppress the Holy Eleven, but was shocked to find that the green gourd was not under his control.
Zi Ning also regained some of her vitality, and the treasure gourd not only returned, but also seemed to be fully loaded, which made her realize something.
"Holy Monarch, what's wrong," Zi Ning asked in a low voice.
"The gourd is out of my control, and I feel that there is another will within it."
The Dragon and Tiger Saint Monarch said truthfully.
"What" Zi Ning's heart suddenly burst, and she immediately thought of a possibility, could it be that Guo Ming was not only killed, but even this treasure gourd was refined by others "The treasure gourd is the treasure of the Pure Land, it stands to reason that it is not so easy to refine, I think that will should be left by the pavilion master."
The Dragon Tiger Saint Monarch checked the treasure gourd again and said his guess.
"Then why did he leave his will to this stubble, why didn't he let you use this to make sense."
Zi Ning naturally hoped that that will was left by Guo Ming, but this could not explain this abnormal behavior.
"Xiao Zu may want to give that old guy a fatal blow at the last moment."
Gu Yue said softly: "Xiao Zu should have something important to do, otherwise it is impossible not to come, or Xiao Zu has not woken up yet." ” "You're going to stop me," Sheng Eleven suddenly found that there was a middle-aged man in front of him blocking his way.
"Not bad."
Qing Ming met the other party's gaze and said in a deep voice.
"If you step into the Ninefold Golden Body, you still have the ability to fight me, but now you are not my opponent at all."
Saint Eleven shook his head slightly and said, "You have not undergone essential transformation, and the gap between you and me is incalculable. ” "Isn't it too early to say this" Qing Ming smiled, "Let's make a move, I also want to see what that power is just now" "Then you have to look carefully."
Saint Eleven made a move, and that strange power appeared again, revealing its edge, shattering the heavens and the earth in an instant.
Qing Ming's eyes burst out of the color of glass in an instant, and the power of time was blessed in his eyes.
The incomparably fast force kept slowing down and slowing down in his eyes, and he was also trying to pull out the threads, peel off the cocoon, trying to restore the origin of that power.
But that force was so fast that it even surpassed the extreme speed of heaven and earth.
Qing Ming's eyes tingled, and his eyes and face subconsciously closed.
With a pop, the force pierced through his body mercilessly, cutting him in two.
The audience was shocked.
They knew that Qing Ming would inevitably lose, but no one thought that Qing Ming would be defeated so quickly.
In their eyes, Qing Ming didn't make any resistance, and was cut into two pieces by the Holy Eleven
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