Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 48 This Game Is Here

"So... did you choose him?"

Looking at the peerless beauty hiding beside Su Ping, Nangongtian trembled.

He knew Dugu Nansheng well.

I knew very early on why Dugu Nansheng, who was so high above the stars and surrounded by stars, would only look at him who was ordinary or even humble at that time.

Not because of love, but because she saw through his talent early on.

She saw that he could bring her everything she wanted, such as great power and the position of imperial concubine.

He once thought that he could give her everything she wanted and possess her completely, but he didn't expect that it was pure wishful thinking.

It's a really sad story.

"Young Master has supreme talent, and the throne is already in his pocket. If I don't follow him, should I follow you?" Dugu Nansheng curled his lips and muttered.

"I see."

Nangongtian's expression calmed down, and he couldn't help laughing, but it was uglier than crying.

He was abandoned.

Because, he can no longer bring her everything she wants.

He took a deep breath and said to Su Ping: "You kill me, I can't surrender."

The words are full of determination.

Su Ping frowned slightly, and looked at Dugu Nansheng: "You ruined my good deed?"

He had an intuition that there must be a problem between Dugu Nansheng and Nangongtian.

It's not as simple as he saw.

However, he couldn't tell what it was, nor could he guess it.

However, he can be sure that Dugu Nansheng came up to do bad things.

It should be because she is afraid that Nangongtian will steal her credit in the future emperor's treasury.

"Please punish me, my lord. I didn't know he would be interested in me. At the Jiang family banquet, I thought this person was interesting and had a good feeling for him, so I smiled at him. Who knew that he had a misunderstanding."

Dugu Nansheng actually knelt down directly, with panic and apology on his face.

"Slap yourself a hundred times, and then kneel in front of the holy palace until the holy son's anger disappears." Su Ping said coldly.

"Yes!" Without any hesitation, Dugu Nansheng slapped his face one after another.

The force was so strong that blood was drawn from the corner of his mouth in just two blows, and his entire pretty face was red and swollen.

"Hahaha, sad, life is really sad!"

Seeing this scene, Nangongtian looked up to the sky and laughed.

It's just the grief in his heart, but only he can know it.

The person who swore to himself that he would love with all his might, was so humble in front of others.

"I hate myself, I hate myself for being too weak!"

"Ask you again, really don't surrender?!" Su Ping said coldly, with a hint of killing intent mixed in his words.

Nangongtian's identity is sensitive, if he does not surrender and let him continue to live, there is a very high possibility of great accidents in the future trip to the emperor's possession.

A great emperor, the method left by the strongest creature in the world, no monk dares to underestimate it.

"Surrender to your sister! Shit!" Nangongtian spat blood and cursed.

Su Ping: "."

Unexpectedly, there were times when I was spat on.

You know, this is in the movie, but it's exclusive to the villain!
And he is a positive character!
"It seems that I can only kill you. You have been given countless opportunities, but you have not been able to seize them."

Su Ping sighed, drew out his long sword, and pointed it at Nangongtian's head.

"Seventeenth Patriarch, what should we do? The Holy Son wants to kill Nangongtian!" Xing Qinghe, the suzerain who maintained the stability of the battlefield, looked worried, and asked the Seventeenth Patriarch beside him in panic, hoping that the Seventeenth Patriarch could stop it.

He is the suzerain of the sect. From his point of view, in this life, the Fuyao sect has produced two supreme holy bodies, one with the ability to rule eternally, and the other with the qualifications of a great emperor.

If there were no accidents, the Fuyao Sect was destined to flourish in his hands.

As for Nangong Tian, ​​with such a talent, although he is far inferior to the Holy Son, it shouldn't be ruined by internal friction.

"Don't ask me, I'm the Holy Son." The Seventeenth Patriarch stroked his beard, turned his face away, and said ruthlessly.

Xing Qinghe: "."

He set his sights on the rest of the senior executives, with a questioning expression on his face, hoping to get support.

"We are also the Holy Son Party." Seeing this, other high-level sects quickly shook their heads and replied.

The road to becoming an emperor is destined to be blood-red, and all those who stand in the way will either die or submit, there is no middle way other than that.

In the eyes of everyone, Nan Gongtian was different from Li Rudao, Teng Renbo and others, who did not pose any threat to the throne of the Holy Son, and it didn't matter whether he was killed or not.

He is extremely talented, and he is of the same clan as Su Ping. If he does not die today, he is likely to become Su Ping's rival in the future, or stab Su Ping back at a critical moment, and develop Su Ping's single-handed mentality.

It was only natural for Su Ping to kill him.

"Just wait."

The Seventeenth Patriarch shook his head, seeing through Xing Qinghe's hesitation, "The rule that Daozi can't be killed was set by Shengong. If Shengong doesn't say anything to stop it, there is no need for you and me to intervene."

"Don't be too greedy. The Holy Son gave him a chance. In this situation, if Nangongtian doesn't surrender, if he doesn't die, he will definitely become a big disaster in the future." A high-level sect exhorted him.

"Then just wait." Xing Qinghe gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty.

"So, the Supreme Holy Body, which has been difficult to produce for tens of thousands of years, is about to fall today?"

"Dashan Nangongtian, who was so crushing that everyone couldn't lift their heads, is dying like this today?"

Everyone in the audience gasped in unison.

They didn't expect that the Holy Son would actually kill Nangongtian, and they even said that they never dared to think about it.

Their thinking still positioned the fight between the two as an ordinary competition.

I haven't realized that this is actually an extremely cruel battle for the Great Dao.

The winner will continue on the road to becoming an emperor, and the loser will either die or submit to become a follower.

The loser left sadly, and the winner sent off generously. It was just everyone's good expectations.

"Die, try to have a good pregnancy in the next life, and don't meet this holy son again."

Su Ping turned his wrist slightly, and infinite spiritual light flashed, and the Junzi sword radiated divine light, cutting out a shocking sword light, and cutting towards Nangongtian.

"This game, let's end here."

Just when Jian Guang was about to touch Nangong Tian, ​​a vicissitudes but powerful voice sounded.

This voice is calm and easy-going, but it contains endless power.

As soon as these words came out, the world changed, and the wind and clouds swept across.

A surge of supernatural power rose from the ground, blocking Su Ping's sword light for Nangongtian.

At this moment, everyone present showed extremely surprised eyes.

Even the top sect leaders looked at each other in blank dismay.

The Seventeenth Patriarch frowned tightly.

The sudden appearance of this voice was like stabbing a hornet's nest.

Numerous ancient sects woke up from their deep slumbers one after another, their spiritual consciousness came out, bursts of overwhelming coercion prevailed, and the color of the sky and the earth changed, just like the dusk of the gods.

Dugu Nansheng's eyes widened even more, first he was surprised, then his face turned cold, full of hatred.

(End of this chapter)