Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 168 The Holy Lord Comes! (1)
Here, there are many discerning people, but more are still in the fog, and their brains have not turned around.

Poison Saint's face twisted, he thought about it, and said in a harsh voice: "Ling Wushuang, Xuanming died at your hands, and you will still have to pay for killing my disciples. If you go to the Holy City with me to plead guilty, I will report to the Holy Lord. Forgive your Ling family!"

There is no proof for Xian'er and others' death, but Xuanming's death in Ling Wu's hands is obvious to all, and she is still so quibbling.

There were voices of discussion all around. Many people had also seen the battle at the palace banquet. Xuanming's meddling in the affairs of the four major families in the east was simply his own fault. Shouting, beating and killing all over the place, in the end, their skills are not as good as others, who is to blame?Even the highly respected Poison Saint in your church can't be unreasonable.

"Going to the holy city with you?" Ling Wushuang's eyes froze for an instant, and this man had a crush on her.

The poisonous sage sneered twice, "Why, are you afraid now? But, it's too late."

Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu were instantly vigilant, staring at the poisonous sage, ready to fight him desperately.

Ling Wushuang chuckled twice, flipped his wrist, and between his white and tender fingers in his sleeve, there were three small black balls like marbles, "I'm not planning to go, but I can give you something to take away. It's a small gift, but I hope the Poison Sage will forgive me."

"What did you say?" The poison sage was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand the meaning of her words. When he raised his eyes, he saw three pitch-black beads in the shape of a character, coming towards him through the air.

"What?" Poison Saint muttered to himself, his sleeves rolled up, and he raised his hand to catch it.

"boom!"

The poison sage said the last word, before he could speak, there was a loud explosion, and a dark mushroom cloud exploded into the sky. Although the energy was very concentrated, the aftermath was even terrifying. People who were several meters away from him, They were all overturned to the ground, and the tongues of flames in the huge basin were blown out instantly!
"I rely on it!"

When he came back to his senses, there were constant voices of country cursing Jingjing around him.

"wipe!"

"Damn it, I'm about to pee out of fear."

"So violent."

Ling Wushuang is too courageous, the poison sage just yelled a few words, she said something wrong, there was no sign of it, and she just started fighting!

Also, what kind of thing is that black and not slippery thing? How can it be so powerful!
Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu looked at each other silently, and blinked blankly, is this Wushuang?Or, they've been getting her gender wrong...

After the huge roar, it took a long time before the black cloud slowly dispersed, revealing a black and gray voice inside. After everyone saw it clearly, their faces were contorted, and they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

The clothes of the poisonous sage can only be said to be hung on the body, and the hair is vertical, and it was blown up straight up to the sky, forming an upturned bun, which is no exception. In other words, it is The explosive hairstyle, even the beard, was blown crooked, like a dog gnawed, and the pitch-black face was terribly distorted.

"Ouch, you're actually fine." Ling Wushuang's low voice sounded, and everyone around him was sweating down their backs.

Go, it's still called nothing, so what is it called something?It's almost half-life...

"Ling, Wu, Shuang." After every word, the Poison Saint's complexion was completely changed. When he was speaking, black smoke kept coming out of his mouth and nose. Coal diggers in smoke.

The people around, seeing such a funny situation, backed away again and again, fearing that it would be affected, and because the poison sage's face was too ugly, few people dared to laugh out loud, their faces turned blue and red for a while, Almost deflated internally.

But how did this end?

Ling Wushuang held it in both hands, with a calm expression on his face.

However, one has to admit that the skill of this Poison Saint is still much stronger than that of the Bone Saint. Such a terrifying power only caused him to be slightly injured, and did not hurt his vital muscles.

The three black marbles that Ling Wushuang casually threw out were made of the black soil bought in the black market that day. That seemingly ordinary black thing was not the ordinary Xuanshui black soil, but a black marble that was bigger than purple gold sand. There is also a lot more precious Yan Luo black soil!

"Ling Wushuang, I'm going to kill you!" The poison sage held his breath for several months. At this moment, like a volcano erupting, his face was like black charcoal, and he let out a loud roar that made the entire royal school ground tremble. .

The poison sage completely lost his mind, raised his hand and swung a thick dark green wind towards Ling Wushuang's head, not caring about hurting innocent people.

"Wushuang, run away!"

"Miss Wushuang!"

Different voices gathered from all directions, carrying deep worries.

"Go to hell!" The Poison Saint's face was ferocious, and the mysterious energy surged out from his body, wishing to tear out the bones and tendons of the person in front of him, even more so without showing any mercy.

However, this attack dissipated inexplicably before reaching Ling Wushuang.

A red light appeared behind Ling Wushuang, and she was about to dodge, but when she saw this, she paused, and raised her eyebrows in surprise, what's going on, she didn't think the Poison Sage would stop suddenly.

"Third Elder, don't stop."

In the air, a voice came slowly, the night was hazy, several lights and shadows flickered, and the figure in the brown robe flew down, calmly.

Hearing this voice, Poison Saint froze, his dark face contorted a few times.

"Damn it." He waved his tattered sleeve robe fiercely, turned his head angrily, but tried his best not to move again.

"Meet the Holy Lord."

Saintess Bai Qian, from the beginning to the end, was very indifferent. When she saw this figure, she raised her skirt and bowed her slender waist in respect.

The person who came was dressed in a brown and gold silk robe. He looked about thirty or forty years old, with an ordinary face, and his aura was not aggressive, but people didn't dare to look directly at him. There was also a faint bookish aura around him. It was unimaginable. He is the current Lord of the Temple.

"Holy Lord!"

The people around were shocked suddenly, it turned out to be the Holy Master!
"Greetings to the Holy Lord." After reacting, everyone couldn't help paying respect. In the Star Continent, the status of the Holy Church is higher than that of the Four Kingdoms. The Holy Lord is equivalent to the Emperor of the Holy Temple. , is the emperor of the world!
"Meet the Holy Lord!"

All of a sudden, in the huge royal school grounds, the sound of prostration continued to rise and fall, with waves rising and falling again.

The Patriarch of the Jiang Family knelt on the ground, but his face was filled with ecstasy. Great, the Holy Master took action in person. Ling Wushuang is dead now. As long as Ling Wushuang dies, the world to the east will belong to his Jiang Family !
(End of this chapter)