Puff! The blood was spraying wildly like a fountain, and bright red blood was scattered in the air.

This is the blood of the Holy King.

It fell on the ground, and it sounded like magma falling to the ground, burning the ground into deep pits of different sizes.

There is also white smoke rolling.

These holy king blood are drilling into the ground.

They are already spiritual.

If an ordinary person gets such a drop of blood, he will take it to prolong his life and live for hundreds or thousands of years.

If ordinary plants and trees are watered by such a sage king, they can grow into precious elixirs.

"This is a baby!"

Xiaolin grinned and waved his hand and put the broken arm and blood into his palm. A cage of the origin of heaven and earth gathered from the sky to imprison it.

"Bastard, return my arm!"

Hong Lian glared at Xiaolin and let out a roar.

He is the dignified master of Zhengyi, the deputy city lord of Jun Shangcheng! It was a huge humiliation that a junior in Zhengyi was cut off by his arm, and now he even pretended to be a broken arm. How could he have faced him?

Xiaolin looked at him without fear and said with a smile: "Don't be so stingy. You are a powerful saint king. You can be reborn if you drop blood. Just grow one more time if your hand breaks! This one will be kept for you first..." "You..." Hong Lian was furious.

What does it mean to grow one more time?

Do you still know that I am the Holy King?

Am I shameless?

Hong Lian's face was red and his ears were red. His sword intent was shocking. His steel teeth were clenched like swords. His scalp was numb: "A bastard who doesn't want to give him a toast and drinks. Since he refused to return his arm to me, then take your life!"

Swish swish swish! The white hair on the top of his head took off his scalp and hanged in the air.

It's dense.

Every hair is actually a sharp sword.

The sharp sword of hair rushes overwhelmingly like a torrential rain, covering the sky and the ground, which really makes people stand upside down and their pores explode.

The overwhelming sword shadow appeared in front of him in an instant.

Ye Yingge was already scared and his legs were weak, and his mind was even blank.

"Your opponent is me!"

Xiao Yi's voice suddenly came, and he saw his body like a god descending from the sky, suddenly landing in front of the boundless sword rain.

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One hand is naked and the palm is opposite.

The palm pushed out forward, and a low voice shouted: "The Buddha's Kingdom in the palm!"

Buzz! The huge palm appeared out of thin air.

There is a hidden country in the palm of your hand, which is the Buddhist country in the unique skills of the Buddhist master.

Wow, swow, swow! There is another world in the Buddha's Kingdom in the palm. It grabbed the sword rain that was coming to its face and swallowed it all into the Buddha's Kingdom in the middle of the palm.

I saw the giant palm buzzing.

But it just didn't see it broken.

Bang! With the sound of energy extinction, the huge palms and endless sword rain disappeared invisibly.

"No..." Hong Lian's eyes were about to break.

He had a big braised egg on his head and lost the long sword. At this moment, he had not left half of his hair on his head. In addition, a broken arm had not yet been reborn, so he was really embarrassed.

"Wang Jianfeng, why don't you come out to help me?"

Hong Lian roared angrily.

The reason why he provoked Xiao Yi this time was to wipe Wang Shaojie's butt?

result.

Wang Jianfeng and his son rest assured.

But he faced Xiao Yi directly.

Look at his hair.

Look at his broken arm... how embarrassed he is! "I have told you a long time ago that this kid is so evil and must not be careless.

As a result, you still underestimated the enemy..." A helpless sigh walked out from behind Zhengyi Hall.

He was wearing black armor, and his style was almost the same as Xiao Yi and the others.

only.

The position on his chest that symbolized the level of military rank was hung with nine stars.

The Nine Star Legion Commander! The person who came was Wang Jianfeng, the commander of the Vermilion Bird Legion.

This deity is completely different from the divine clone, and the whole person is more majestic and domineering than the divine clone.

Just standing quietly in front of you gives people a sense of depression like facing thousands of troops.

Wang Jianfeng's eyes were like swords, staring at Xiao Yi with murderous intent floating in his heart.

His divine clone was destroyed, which caused a considerable impact on his deity.

If you hadn't accumulated a lot of treasures over the years, you might have even fallen into the realm.

Even so.

The destruction of his clone also made him unable to think about further in a thousand years.

Wang Jianfeng said coldly: "Boy, I didn't expect you to really dare to find this place!"

Xiao Yi said: "I am so good at walking and sitting upright. Where can I go in this world so big?"

"What a good person who is doing well is sitting upright..." Wang Jianfeng sneered and said with a blank expression, "Boy, don't use your standards to measure this.

This zodiac was born here since childhood. The three generations of ancestors fought for the heavenly realm of good health, killed the heavenly realm of Jilei realm, and countless enemies in the heavenly realm of immortality and great achievements.

My son just killed a few people, but you asked him to pay his life.

I only ask you one question, why?"

Why?

These three words are like thunder roaring, deafening.

Wang Jianfeng questioned neither humble nor arrogantly.

Xiao Yi was still expressionless: "I have never denied your merits, but one code will be the same. How can the merits and demerits be offset?

Wang Shaojie was cruel and unruly. In order to kill his comrades with his own selfish desire, he must accept the punishment he deserves..." Wang Jianfeng's face did not change at all, and just asked: "Can I guard this barren land where birds do not shit for endless years and protect all living beings in the heavens without any harm.

I had three sons and one daughter, all of whom died in the battlefield in this realm. Shaojie is my only alive son. Isn’t these even less than a few humble ants?”

At this moment, Wang Jianfeng seemed to be no longer the commander of the supreme and powerful Zhuque Legion, but just an old father who worked hard to protect his children.

Xiao Yi sighed. He also admired Wang Jianfeng and other soldiers who had been guarding the battlefield in the realm for many years.

But...as he said.

The merits and demerits cannot be compared! Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "Wang Shaojie is your lifeblood, what about those who died because of him?

Whose father are they?

Whose children?

Wang Shaojie made a mistake and you have to support him.

And what about the relatives of those dead soldiers?

Who decides for them?”

Wang Jianfeng said: "I can compensate them!"

"What if they don't agree?"

Xiao Yi asked.

Wang Jianfeng snorted coldly: "Don't agree?

I am condescending to the nobles and willing to compensate them, why don’t they want to?”

It still looks like this high-ranking.

Xiao Yi sighed lightly: "Then I want Wang Shaojie to pay for his life, why don't you?"

"I am a real dragon flying in the sky. They are just humble ants, how can they speak the same way!"

Wang Jianfeng frowned and looked unhappy.

It was obviously Xiao Yi who compared him with Shu Feng and his family, which made him extremely unhappy.
Chapter completed!