Chapter 547 Die
"angry?"

Xie Wang felt that Xuanyuan Zeyan's words were inexplicable: "What do you mean?"

boom.

A loud noise burst out suddenly.

Even the space seemed to be shattered, crackling, and the sand and stone on the ground were directly smashed into dust by this powerful force.

The red soul power is like a volcanic lava erupting from the ground, emerging in a huge and invincible posture, circulating in front of Xie Hua, and transforming into a Shura posture.

Frightening.

"How is this possible"

Xie Wang saw clearly the figure wrapped in the red soul power, and his whole body revealed an expression of disbelief.

"Why are you still alive!"

It's Fengqing!
Even though she had endured the consecutive sky-shattering cannons of the Ninth Grade Soul God, why was Feng Qing able to survive this blow unscathed and without casualties? !
Hard to do.
Feng Qing stepped out from the shadows, the red soul power wrapped around his body like his patron saint, exuding an unstoppable force.

"Why can you live?"

Feng Qing held her hands behind her back, narrowing her purple eyes: "Of course it's because this deity is stronger than you!"

Feng Qing stretched out her hand, and the red soul power turned into a chain, tightly wrapping Xie Hua's body.

Having already used the trump card of the ninth rank of Soul God, Xie Zhuang couldn't react to Feng Qing's attack at this moment, and was held back by the chains.

Immediately after Feng Qing waved his hand, Xie Zhuang knelt down abruptly on the ground, dragged by the red chains, flying sand and rocks all the way to Feng Qing.

"you"

Before Xie Hua could speak, Feng Qing raised her foot and stepped on Xie Hua's head hard.

shame!

Xie Hua's eyes widened, and he felt a wave of anger spreading in his heart.

It was a pain of being extremely humiliated!
He is a majestic Iron-Blood Pavilion Master, and he is also a person who can call the wind and rain and occupy one side in the highest realm——

To be humiliated like this by a mere person from the Eastern Austrian mainland? !
Even if he is the son of prophecy, he is just a humble person who grew up from the East Austrian continent.

How dare to humiliate him like this, the master of the Iron Blood Pavilion!
This is a great sin, unforgivable!
"Women who dare to touch the deity, you are really impatient."

Feng Qing's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an extremely dangerous chill: "Is it the Iron Blood Pavilion? Even if your consciousness is not here, but you wait, the deity will find you one day, and then you will be thrown into the Iron Blood Pavilion." For the ground!"

How dare he let Feng Qing suffer the pain of losing Yun Jinruo, even if Yun Jinruo is still alive.

He, Feng Qing, would definitely not be able to forgive these ants!
All these ants must be eradicated, and his Jinruo will be guarded by him, Feng Qing!

All the creatures that dare to endanger Jin Ruo's safety, he, Feng Qing, will destroy them!
"Son of Prophecy!"

Xie Wang was trampled under Feng Qing's feet, and with a ferocious face, he roared angrily: "You are too arrogant! A mere piece of trash from the East Austrian continent, you dare to speak to the owner of this pavilion like this! You really think you can win over my Xie Hua If you have the guts, come and find me in the High Realm, and I will definitely repay this humiliation completely! Let you die without a place to bury you!"

"Don't worry, the deity will find you soon."

Feng Qing stretched out her hand, and a ball of red soul power condensed in her palm——

"Die!"

bang.

The evil below, no, it should be said that the body of Xie Kuang was instantly covered by red flames, burning continuously.

(End of this chapter)

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