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

After two or three breaths, when the space between the sky and the earth cleared up again, all the opponents who besieged him lay down on the ruins of the altar in front of Qing Kuang's eyes.

"I said long ago that you are no match for this king at all! Even if you have the Chilong Sword in hand, so what?"

Holy King, let out a contemptuous exclamation.However, when he stretched out his fingers to flick the dust that fell from the white robe, he frowned.Because, he found a few eye-catching drops of blood splashed on the holy robe.

At the feet, everyone on the ground was groaning or struggling in pain.

A few small drops of red on the white robe made the holy king's ferocious nature explode uncontrollably. [

"Despicable human beings! Despicable low-level warriors! You should be damned!"

Click!Click!

The holy king strode forward, and there were crackling sounds one after another under his feet.

That was the sound of the necks of the disciples of the evil land being trampled off.

Finally, that white robe approached a burly young man on the ground.What the man held in his hand was an ancient sword that was dark red all over and surrounded by black air.

"No!"

A shrill cry resounded through the top of the Black Rock Peak.

The moment the holy king in white raised his toes, a petite figure holding a guqin rushed forward recklessly.He hugged the unconscious man who was holding the Chilong Sword on the ground.

"act recklessly!"

A mutter came from the Holy King's throat, and a palm like Mount Tai's top, carrying the power of death, hit the enemy in front of him.

Qingkuang subconsciously exhausted the last breath of strength in his body, and suddenly pulled all the strings.

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There was a series of crackling sounds, and a red light shone on the black body of the piano.

Seven strings, seven layers of defense, all broken one after another between the lightning and flint...

The palm of the dark god of death came, and in front of the two of them, there was no longer any power to rely on.

The moment the Holy King's palm was triggered, Qing Kuang subconsciously swayed, and used his chest to block Ao Junxie's body.

boom!

The deadly palm of the Holy King landed firmly on Qingkuang's chest.

At this moment, a strange colorful light suddenly radiated from Qingkuang's chest, like a star falling to the ground. [

The light was so strong that it completely drowned out everything around the Black Rock Peak, and even the sunlight was completely covered up.

The strong seven-color light not only caused the Holy King to cover his eyes unexpectedly, but also shook his whole body back more than ten steps.

Such a result made the bald man who had never shown any signs of emotion feel chills down his spine.

Raising his palm, he looked at his palm. There, there was a strange shape of a string of beads, which disappeared after just a glance...

He couldn't remember what that shape was?It just made him feel an inexplicable fear...

fear?That's right!For the Holy King, this is definitely not an appropriate word, but he really felt it!

"That girl...is..."

The Holy King muttered to himself, the top of the Black Rock Peak was already completely silent.

Seeing Feng Qingkuang, who was unconscious and tightly hugging Ao Junxie, the Holy King's eyes gradually focused on her chest.

"That's right...it's there!"

He tried to take a step, but suddenly found that there was no movement, as if his legs were no longer in control.