C242 (1/2)

Emperor soldiers, king sword in hand, such as golden rainbow!

It's like a wild beast from ancient times.

Linghao rose to the sky and stood in the void. When he raised the king's sword, the heaven and the earth changed color. The thunder was loud and the rain was heavy.

Linghao is like an immortal in the sky.

”The sword of the great!”

A cold drink and chop with a sword.

A thick and bright airflow of trees came, and the body of the Holy Son of Qingcheng trembled slightly. This power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, he saw it for the first time, his eyes were shocked and uncertain. He bit his teeth and sacrificed his weapons.

A seven foot gun.

”Seven foot soul gun!”

Sword, gun, collision, the bright air stream of terror swept in. Some monks with too low strength of the saint demon family were attacked and flew a few feet away. The sound of air rushing exploded. The power of the two weapons was amazing.

Click!

The seven foot long gun broke in response. The Holy Son of Qingcheng stared at his weapon.

The king's sword carries great power. One sword cuts off his arm.

”Ah!!!”

The shrill howl shocked the world, and some people felt numb instantly after hearing it.

His arms fell on the ground, and Ling Hao collected the imperial soldiers.

When he came to the son of Qingcheng, there was a flash of contempt in his eyes.

Step on his face with your feet up.

Rub slowly.

”And your pride?”

”You are the son of Qingcheng, stand up!”

The son of Qingcheng didn't stand up because his head was trampled on by Ling Hao. He looked at him fiercely.

He knew that after today, he would become the laughingstock of the cultivation world.

Three small States higher than others will also fail!

The Holy Son of Qingcheng is extremely unyielding. He struggles frantically. However, his feet on his face are as firm as a rock. He can't move his body in any way.

”Ah ah ah, I am not with you! Ling Hao, one day I will eat your meat and drink your blood. ”

Hate.

Hate to the extreme.

Ling Hao smiled and said, ”you were crazy yesterday, aren't you? How can I howl like a dog now? ”

”I'll help you with your pain. How about that?”

His tone was cold.

For this kind of dregs, if you have nothing to do, you like to provoke others. If others don't take him seriously, he will find his own way.

The saint demon king stood up and gave a cold drink: ”it's all up.”

Yang Linglong sneers, ”what's the point of a duel between life and death?”

”There's no saying. I'm the saying here! Do you understand? ”