The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

At the end, he turned to the disciples of the evil land disciples.

At this moment, including Wumian, all the disciples of the evil land, who have witnessed the Holy King in the blink of an eye, the spiritual warriors of the Miefengyun Continent, the defeated Aojunxie and Qingkuang, are already too frightened to breathe out, trembling .

"Wumian, I'll leave these low-level warriors to you! They are far from worthy of being my king's opponents!"

The Holy King gently dropped these words, turned around, and took steps towards the square altar.

"Baldhead! A soldier can be killed but not humiliated. As long as I, Ao Junxie, still have breath, I will fight you to the death!" [

Aside, Ao Junxie saw that the Holy King was about to leave with such contempt, what a shame it was to himself.

Regardless of Ming Qianhe's warning, he flew towards the back of the bald man at a very high speed.When it was approaching, the power of the Spirit Emperor, which was [-]% of the strength in his body, had been fully stimulated, and even the blade of the broken sword in his hand had all turned purple.

However, even such a desperate attack is still like hitting a stone with a pebble in front of the invincible Holy King.

The Holy King didn't even turn around, almost didn't see how to make a move at all, and there were already two dull bangs in the air.

The body flew out of control, Ao Junxie, the omnipotent and mighty powerhouse on Fengyun Continent, the leader of the dragon clan who broke through the illusion, finally fell heavily on the steps.

With a bang, the long sword in Ao Junxie's hand fell aside.Now, he can no longer hold it!

The messy long hair wrapped his angular face messily.Even though it was difficult to hide the extremely painful look on his face, the inherent arrogance and stubbornness were not lowered by a single bit!

Dark red blood slowly trickled out from the corner of Ao Junxie's mouth... He suffered a very strong internal injury!

However, still relying on the breath in his chest, he struggled to support his body, tried several times to connect, and finally managed to get up from the ground.

Seeing such a scene, Qing Kuang felt pain in his heart like a needle prick.

Even if the god of death is in front of her eyes, she can no longer watch Ao Junxie hurt like this!

She struggled to grab her hands again, but unexpectedly, she was still tightly grasped by Ming Qianhe who was speechless.

In those cloudy old eyes, although there is a lot of unbearable, there is also a lot of determination!

What kind of power actually made Ming Qianhe so hard-hearted that he even gave up the life and death of his only beloved disciple?

She knew that two of the three people in front of her were seriously injured, and Ming Qianhe was no longer willing to let Qingkuang go to die!

But no matter what, it can't stop Qing Kuang from rushing towards Ao Junxie's body.

On the blood-stained steps, Qing Kuang threw himself into Ao Junxie's arms in three and two steps, holding his hands tightly.The severe pain in her heart made her unable to make any sound.

The sword has been broken, the string has been split, and the person has been injured.

In front of the two of them, the tall figure of the Holy King, with his back to the two of them, didn't take them seriously at all. [

"Wumian, what are you waiting for? You haven't sent these annoying guys like flies for me!"

The Holy King spoke slowly.The voice is still so peaceful and soft, as casual as singing the wind and moon.

Swish!

A strange and broken string sound, like the scream of a ghost, suddenly broke the silent and depressing air around.