The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1899 Gai Sun Falls!

"Yin Luohua, don't think that just because you stole something from Granny Meng, you'll think you're so good. This battle is not for you to intervene!"

Only the puppet technique that Po Meng would use, and Nokiyev could recognize it at a glance.

I heard that the puppets refined by Meng Po are invulnerable to swords and guns, comparable to steel, but it may be because it is too inhumane, and Meng Po herself rarely uses it.

"What are you? It's your turn to give orders here?"

Even if they stand on the united front, some old grievances cannot be easily written off.

Yin Luohua retorted unceremoniously, her indifferent tone full of disdain.

The enemy is in front of him, and his own people are still insulting each other. Such a scene looks extremely strange, but it doesn't seem to violate harmony.

The Holy King said nothing and did not mediate.

"Who gave you the guts!"

Nuoqiyev and Yin Luohua taunted each other as if no one was watching, in the eyes of Gaisun, it was undoubtedly a huge insult. He held the knife in both hands, turned around and slashed suddenly, and the murderous intent was wrapped in anger and shot out along the edge of the knife. Cut the puppet in two,

But he underestimated the magic of puppetry.

With the shaking of the silver thread, the controlled puppet disappeared strangely under the blade at an incredible speed, and when it appeared in the next second, it fell from the sky!

"court death!"

Gaisun's eyes were ferocious, and the fierce light surged. The moment he raised his head, his left hand whizzed upwards.

"Crack!"

He abruptly caught the punch, and then he clenched his fingers tightly, his face tensed, and the terrifying power burst out suddenly. He bent his waist, grabbed the puppet's fist, tore it off, and smashed it hard on the ground!
"boom!"

Even though it was already a corpse, the violent impact still caused all the bones of this puppet to break.

"I've said it before, don't overestimate yourself."

Nokiyev, who was seriously injured, sneered, but his face was still a bit ugly when he saw the puppet was damaged.

This time, Yin Luohua did not confront him again.

Out of anger, Gai Sun raised his right foot and stepped forward suddenly, disregarding the feelings of the same origin, the head of the puppet was like a watermelon crushed by a huge stone, and it was instantly shattered.

Red and white things sputtered out.

The bloody scene is so bloody, I can't bear to look directly at it!

"Tell me, how do you want to die!"

Blood flowed from the scars on his back, Gai Sun slowly raised his head, his horrified eyes, and the roaring and sinister aura seemed to open the gate of hell!
"Yin Luohua, take Nokiyev away!"

The holy king stepped forward, smashed his scepter to the ground, and the holy golden light filled his whole body, like a small sun, hitting Gaisun directly.

"Did you hear me, get out of here!"

Although he escaped, Nokiyev, who was seriously injured, had already lost most of his fighting power, but he seemed unaware of his situation, his arrogance remained undiminished, and he had no intention of leaving at all.

As an old opponent, he is well aware of Yin Luohua's strength, which may be considered a figure in human society, but compared to the disciples of the Earth Demon, it is not enough.Without the puppet, staying here is just waiting to die.

But soon, Nokiyev's pupils shrank.

Yin Luohua remained silent, her fingertips moved slowly, and the silver threads connecting the puppets were gradually coming off, her cold expression didn't look like she was retreating at all.

there.

The Holy King had already collided with Gai Sun, and the offensive from both sides was like a storm, making people dizzy.

"Don't stay here and get in the way! Get out!"

With a roar, Nokiyev, who was drenched in blood, clenched his teeth and stepped on the ground, regardless of the piercing pain. His bloody body was like a setting sun, and he shot towards Gaisun without hesitation.

Shocking and tragic!
"idiot!"

Yin Luohua uttered coldly.

as predicted.

soon.

Nokiyev flew back at an even more explosive speed, and fell into the muddy water. Thick blood gushed out of the wound uncontrollably, staining it all red!
But as the right envoy of the temple, this guy is not only proud of the world, but also has extraordinary tenacity in willpower. Even though the pain of thousands of ants devouring his body made his body convulse uncontrollably, he just gritted his teeth and kept silent.

Yin Luohua turned a blind eye to this, and her icy eyes quickly moved to Gaisun who was fighting fiercely with the Holy King Saratoga.

This is the opportunity!

Her pupils shrank, aiming at a gap, her hands slid with a dizzying rapidity, dozens of icy cold silver lights shot out, the speed was even faster than bullets!

Gaisun caught something out of the corner of his eye, but because he was entangled by the Holy King Saratoga, it was difficult to retreat completely, so he could only forcefully dodge, but in the end he couldn't completely dodge, more than a dozen silver lights pierced through him from all angles. The tough flesh penetrated into his body, spreading all over his body, arms, and joints of his hands and feet!
It's a silver needle! ! !
And it is a silver needle linked by silk thread!
The end has a special barb, as long as the target is pierced, the sharp barb at the port will entangle it tightly, just like a trapped prey, it is difficult to break free.

Strips of quiet silver light once again floated in the air.

The right made Nokiyev lie on the ground, the astonishing scene made him temporarily forget the pain, his pupils dilated, it was unbelievable.

This is……

Could it be that Yin Luohua... wanted to turn his disciples into puppets? ! ! !

"laugh!"

Yin Luohua's expression was cold, and her waving hands suddenly pulled back, as if confirming Nokiyev's guess.

With the pull of the silk thread, the silver needle submerged in the joints of the body retracted instantly, and the barbs on the port tightened the flesh and blood. Gai Sun staggered, as if being pulled by an inexplicable force, and the heart-piercing pain swept across the whole body in an instant. .

Even with his concentration, his expression couldn't help but change, his eyeballs protruded ferociously like ghosts, and his eye sockets were bloodshot!
"Holy King, still not making a move?!"

Yin Luohua roared loudly, and the silk thread in her hand was like a rope for the soul, which not only restricted Gaisun's movements, but also caused great damage to his spirit and body.

The holy king Saratoga seized the opportunity, made a decisive decision, and fully utilized his strength. The aura representing light and holiness poured out, surging, without any reservations!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
"boom!"

Gai Sun was about to fight back, but with the pull of Yin Luohua, the silver needles in his body broke out, and the severe pain was accompanied by the stiffness of his body. Both his reaction speed and strength were severely restricted. He could no longer compete with the Holy King, and was soon smashed Lie down.

"boom!"

The disciple's demeanor was no longer there, and he fell into the muddy water like a stray dog.

"Haha! Nice job!"

Nokiyev, uncharacteristically, looked up to the sky and smiled, even though his state at this time was not much better than that of Gaisun.

Damn!

Huge humiliation and anger filled his body, even surpassing the pain he endured. The distorted Gai Sun clenched his knife tightly, knowing that if he didn't cut off these threads, he would be restrained forever!

But how could Saint King Saratoga give him this chance.

"boom!"

Before he could get up, he was hit in the waist by a stick again, and he flipped and flew out.

Under the witness of Nokiyev.

In the unprecedented tacit cooperation between the judge of the underworld and the holy king.

Gaisun is like a trapped beast, unable to change his established destiny even if he is unwilling or resentful, and finally he is tortured to death.

in the rain.

He was lying on the ground, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, dripping blood continued to overflow through tiny wound holes, and a heavy broken knife lay on the side.

After Hublai Khan, the second disciple of the Lost Realm.

Fall!

(End of this chapter)