Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Dongjunhou? It's really a narrow road. I thought I wouldn't meet him here. I didn't expect to encounter it."

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, just to kill him, he was not enough to be entertained. This time he faced Dongjunhou, he wanted to really try the thrill of fighting the first cave warrior.

Jiao Ba Tian is too weak and has no reference value.

This is not the case with Dongjun Hou. This guy was once a fighting hero of the Divine Phoenix Empire. Although he is now becoming extravagant and extravagant, in any case, his past experience will not be lost.

So this guy is definitely an extremely difficult opponent.

Taking Jiu Chongtian's pre-cultivation as an example, it is difficult to face the first real-world warrior in the true sense.

But he was not afraid.

After all, when dealing with Jiao Batian, he didn't use his full strength.

"Where did that Gao Yangjun you just said go?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"This is not very clear. After Gao Yangjun betrayed President Wu Xiang, he left, probably in the main palace."

The shopkeeper said.

"Okay, after I settled the matter here, I went to the palace mansion to find this Gao Yangjun to settle the account. The traitor must die very badly, otherwise, it would be difficult to kill the chicken and monkey!"

Ling Xiao patted the shopkeeper's shoulder lightly and said, "Okay, you rest here first. I have helped you heal most of the injuries. At the very least, you won't die. After you have solved the backyard, I will treat you again."

"Ok."

The shopkeeper is not clear about Ling Xiao's strength, but the reputation of the Son of Heaven is really too loud. His belief in Ling Xiao, the Son of Heaven, has absolute worship and blind trust.

Ling Xiao stood up, and then his face became somber, a cold murderous spread all around.

...

In the backyard of Xianglong Business, the army of the city's main palace has forced the martial arts of Xianglong to a point of no return.

The two sides were struggling, and each other's eyes showed incomparable hatred and killing intent.

In the air, the two figures are fighting.

This is an absolute match between life and death.

There is no mistake to make, whoever makes a mistake will die without burial.

One of them is Wu Xiang.

At this time, his face was pale, his face was angry, the attack was more fierce and unreasonable, and even if he was injured, he must be killed in a short time.

No way, he was poisoned.

And it is difficult to solve the poison, the longer the delay, the weaker he is, the less likely he is to win.

His opponent is a warrior who first entered the cave. If he is in peacetime, he may not be afraid.

But now, only by killing the other party as soon as possible, can he solve the dilemma of Xianglong.

He can run away.

With his cultivation and strength, no one can stop here.

But if he is gone, what about so many good brothers?

The Hajj Congress was founded by him in one hand. How can he choose to escape in this crisis?

That's too mean and too shameless.

Not even his style.

On the other side, a middle-aged man dressed in a purple jersey and wearing a purple gold crown, who looks very expensive, is Dongjunhou.

Dongjun Houming knew that Wu Xiang was poisoned, so he never bumped into Wu Xiang from beginning to end, he just kept avoiding with his own body.

Looking at Wu Xiang's sad and angry but helpless look, the winner's smile appeared on his face.

This smile is full of ridicule and ridicule, just like a cat play mouse.

Below the battlefield, the warriors of Xianglong Company did not dare to act rashly, although their eyes were about to burst into flames, they were so angry that they wanted to die with the enemy.

But there is no way. If they move, the people in the main city will move. In the end, not only can they not help, but it will cause greater losses.

The wind enchanting and Po Qianjun standing at the forefront had gloomy and ugly faces, and the expression on their faces showed unwillingness and strong anger.

The opponent can obviously lead the army to kill them all.

But he didn't do that.

why?

Just to torture their president in front of them.

This is shame, helplessness, painful heart!

"Enchanting, listen, I will try my best to protect you once I fight, and I will find Ling Xiao anyway, this hatred must be reported!"

Po Qianjun suddenly looked at Feng Enhao and said, "Dongjun Hou, the grandson, would fight like this. President Wu Xiang will lose sooner or later. Only Ling Xiao can avenge us."

"We said that when we joined the National Assembly together, and life and death will be together. I will not escape."

Feng Yaoluo shook his head.

"Confused, if you don't leave, who will spread the matter here, who can avenge us?"

Broken Thousand Army said angrily.

"Isn't there still Yueqin, her cultivation behavior is stronger than us, let her go more likely."

Wind Enchanting said lightly.

"I won't leave, I won't let go of President Wu Xiang."

Yue Qin shook his head firmly.

"Don't argue, no one wants to leave from here today. There is only one way for you, Xianglong Business, to die!"

Suddenly the voice of Dongjunhou came, with strong disdain and contempt: "Benhou is also tired of playing, Wu Xiang, don't blame me for being shameless, only blame you for having no vision~www.ltnovel.com~ misidentified Gao Yang Jun, that villain, hehe hehe hehe."

"puff!"

Wu Xiang fell to the ground, a spit of black blood sprayed on the ground, his face was more ugly, and his body was extremely weak, almost to the point where he could not fight.

"Brothers, protect the president!"

Broken Thousand Army roared, raised his spear, and rushed to kill him.

Now that we have reached this point, let's die if we die. At least we have to pull a few backs before dying.

"kill!"

A group of people rushed up at the same time.

All that remains are the brave men of the Holy Restoration Congress. Even in this extremely dangerous situation, they can still use their own blood to defend the dignity of the Restoration Congress.

"Huh, a bunch of garbage, waste! Don't you guys, let Benhou come!"

Dongjun Hou Leng snorted: "With your three melons and two dates, you actually want to overthrow the rule of the real demon empire, which is simply a big joke in the world. In the face of absolute strength, your bold words and yours Courage is worthless.

All die to me! "

In the sneer, black flames burned on Dongjunhou's body.

The flame was actually cold.

It is a flame from the underworld and is the biggest characteristic of the Mingfeng tribe.

Double fists blasted out, and the powerful black flame turned into a huge Phenix.

The loud phoenix chirp sounded, and the whole black cloud of the Xianglong business was under pressure, as cold as hell.

"opportunity!"

Wu Xiang, who was originally lying on the ground and seemed to be unable to move, suddenly burst at this time, and the blood-red light in his hand turned into a huge cross.

"Blood Cross!"

Dongjunhou's face changed greatly, knowing he was fooled.

Unexpectedly, this guy Wu Xiang was still so calm by this time, and he could come up with such a way to deal with him.