MTL - Evil Emperor’s Wild Consort-Chapter 1788 The blood of the foreigners and the children (27)
Above the face of Yan Zichen, that cold smile is even worse.
The words of Qianbeibei fell into the ears of Yan Zichen, and thought that this young boy was so arrogant, there must be acquaintances in Lingzong! It is a pity that no matter what position he knows in Lingzong, he can't change his ultimate fate!
"Sorry," Yan Zichen raised his lips and smiled coldly. "I am the next master of Lingzong!"
In fact, he was only one of the candidates for the Lingzong lesser, but in order to make Zhoubei more shocking, he only said such words.
"Ling Zong Shaozhu?" Qian Beibei smiled coldly. "Even if the lord of your Lingzong came, I will also abolish him!"
"Humph!"
Yan Zichen sneered, and the momentum of his body gradually emerged: "Then I have to see if you have this strength!"
boom!
The powerful momentum is like a hurricane attacking toward the North, but the hurricane under the hurricane has never changed its color, and the lips are raised with a shallow curvature.
"Do you have this power?"
Qian Beibei sneered: "With your strength, you can't protect her."
Looking at the inconsistency of Qian Beibei under his own pressure, Yan Zichen’s face finally changed. He quickly pulled out the long sword and fell to the north.
Dangdang!
A crisp sound, his sword is like a squat on the steel, and even the other's clothes can not be broken. On the contrary, Yan Zichen's hand was shaken, and the sword in his hand almost fell. On the ground.
Feng Qian illusion slightly picked up the scorpion, and looked at the thousand north 浔, the blood red 划 inside a light.
What is the strength of this man? As a realm of the Emperor of the Emperor, even his clothes could not be unfolded, just as his flesh and clothes were cast from steel, which was extremely hard.
"Impossible, this is never possible!"
Yan Zichen stepped back two steps and his face was pale. He really didn't understand why he made a full move. Is he really so painless?
"Are you finished?" Qianbei’s lips swelled. "That’s my turn now."
In the middle of the words, the young white robe of the young man appeared in front of him, and the fierce palm of the hand came on the scene. With a loud bang, Yan Zichen’s body suddenly flew out and fell outside the study. .
There was a spurt of blood in his mouth, and he looked at the horror of the face, thinking about the countermeasures.
However, he also understands that the other party's palm, so that his internal organs are extremely seriously hurt!
"Just rely on your strength, but also want to grab my woman?" Qian Beiyi pulled the Feng thousand illusion from the side, the tight landlord took her waist, and then he raised his head slightly, arrogantly lying down The man who fell to the ground.
Just as Qianbeibei wanted to go forward, suddenly, a rushing voice came from the front and anxiously shouted: "Your majesty, the big thing is not good, the nine emperors are crazy, he is crazy!"
Nine emperors?
Zuo Chen?
The face of Fengqian phantom completely sank, and she picked up the **** who rushed to the rush, and her eyes showed a gloomy and killing.
"Tell me, where is the morning?"
Perhaps it is the murderous machine that Feng Qian illusion radiates, let the **** stunned and blurted out: "In Jingyang Palace."
"Jingyang Palace? Liu Yan!" Feng Qian's sorcerer threw the **** on the ground, and the murder of his eyes came out. "If the morning is a little wrong, I want everyone in the palace to be buried with him!"
