Daqin: Ask Zulong for the crown prince at the beginning

Then he spat out blood with a puff.

Then, not yet, he raised his trembling arms.

He was cut off by Ying Ziye with a backhand knife!

The blood in the cavity rushed out.

Like a fountain of blood.

The blood rushed two meters away.

That head flew several meters away! "Mo Hong"

Ying Ziye smiled coldly.

Holy king swordsmanship?

ridiculous!

It's just a faction leader.

How can the power of the sword of the princes' prestige be brought into play!

With the sword of Tai Ah in his hands, it really is buried!

"Pfft-"

Xunzi, who was on the way, saw the scene where Fu Nian's head was cut off.

Immediately he became angry and bloody.

Spit out a mouthful of blood again.

But, he didn't care about it.

Staring fixedly at Ying Ziye, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Slaughtering the most elite disciples of my Confucianism one after another.

Today, the old man will never die with you! "

"Ah!"

"The grievances and grievances of the Jianghu are over, and the son of the Jianghu is dead!

Isn't this normal? "

Ying Ziye smiled disdainfully and said:

"What's more, if you don't have the awareness to be killed, you don't have the qualifications to kill!"

"They are dead, they can only blame themselves for being inferior to others!"

"Don't worry, I will send you to accompany them soon!"

"Insanity!"

Xunzi had silver beard and hair, and his face was extremely gloomy.

He closed his eyes slightly and fell silent for a moment!

Then, the next second!

Suddenly opened his eyes.

The whole body is several times wilder than before!

Obviously, it has already begun to work hard!

Either you die or I die!

In an instant!

I see.

around him.

A huge Go board appeared vaguely.

On it, black and white are opposites.

Like countless stars dotted on it.

Rumbling--

In the moment of appearance.

It's like the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounding through the sky.

It also seems that the heaven and the earth are resonating passionately for it, and the void trembles.

A huge force emanated out.

Like the Milky Way falling, like the galaxy dying.

The huge pressure makes people feel suffocated.

The opposition of black and white.

The brilliance of life and death complement each other.

The yin and yang two currents circulated, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Make a rumbling sound.

It looks like Wang Yang is curling up in anger.

It was like thunder resounding through the nine heavens and ten earths.

Chess killing technique!

Playing chess, clear opera, but moving the heart of war!

Xunzi deserves to be the ancestor of Confucianism, suppressing the world!

It turned out to be all of his own cultivation base and martial arts will.

All can be accommodated in a chessboard between one square inch.

Use the world as a chessboard, and all living beings as chess pieces!

The courage is no small matter!

all of a sudden.

It seems that it can't bear this huge force.

This square of heaven and earth is like a god shaking a huge bucket, with endless ripples.

At this moment, Xunzi gives people the feeling.

As if he is a Confucian sage, doing justice for the heavens!

Like a fairy in the sky!

Anyone who offends its majesty will have to pay the price!

Everyone's eyes widened.

He held his breath and looked over.

Even Zhao Gao and the dead ghost of Xiangxi who were fighting on the side, as well as Xiaoyaozi and Cao Zhengchun.

They couldn't help but stop their movements tacitly, and looked over.

He held his breath, his eyes were serious.

they know.

What really determines the outcome of the battle is the result of the battle between Xunzi and Ying Ziye.

And this result.

It's coming out soon.

Who wins and who loses is only in an instant.

Let's see what each means!

"This... is this still a human?"

"The gods in the sky are nothing more than this..."

Zhang Han and the others were even more shocked.

I just feel in front of Xunzi.

Not even the slightest bit of resistance was raised.

I just want to kneel down and kowtow, willing to be punished.

Faced with such means.

Who in this world can resist it?

The Immortal Doctor couldn't help but put his jade hands together and put them in front of the rough waves.

Meimou looked worriedly at Ying Ziye who was holding the blood knife upside down.

I kept praying secretly in my heart.

I hope Ying Ziye will be safe and sound.

for a while.

All eyes could not help but focus on Ying Ziye.

I don't know, facing Xunzi who is so majestic.

How will Ying Ziye respond?

Can there really be a means comparable to the gods to deal with it?

And under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Ying Ziye was as calm as ever.

The violent air around him blows over his face.

Black hair flying backwards like a waterfall.

He silently felt the dreadful aura from Xunzi.

And the terrifying fluctuations from that chessboard.

But not surprised but happy.

He sighed softly:

"Good method! It's nothing more than a Confucian sage, and he is indeed the top combat power in the world. Hurry up!"

Retreating to enlightenment for 2000 years is not as good as fighting for eternity!

Showdown with your opponents.

Win at the risk of failure.

Survive in the shadow of death.

The vitality revealed.

Let death become insignificant too.

It's a joy in life!

At that moment, Ying Ziye placed the big dragon knife horizontally on his chest.

Flick your fingers slightly, and listen to the clanging dragons!

Passionate and passionate in the chest!

Many people think that a knife is inferior to a sword.

It lacks the elegance and nobility of a sword.

Thoughts about swords.

Often in the court of splendor.