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Da Mingzun said a word, and everyone was shocked.

It's too late for Yan Shisan to take action again!

Da Mingzun waved the scales of the town with one hand, and a monstrous momentum suddenly surged!

"The deity is worried that the emperor's weapon is not there, and it is difficult to match, but you return the completed scales to the deity's hand, very good!"

Da Ming Zun's expression was calm and resolute, and the sword blade pointed directly at Chu Feng and Yan Shisan, and said: "If you two want to join forces, then take advantage of now, otherwise, there will be no more chance!"

Chu Feng showed a helpless wry smile.

If he can still do it, why should he listen to Da Mingzun say so much nonsense and tell so many stories.

The overload of death qi and blood qi in his body caused extremely serious damage to his meridians, especially the last outburst of the knife, which aggravated this injury.

Although his current condition is not enough to completely lose control of the second qi, it has become a little difficult to run the second qi like his fingers.

Yan Shisan showed a look of disbelief, he never thought that the so-called layout of the person he trusted, the bureau of the cloth turned out to be a bureau that said that he would push to the place of no return.

Did he also suffer betrayal?

Trust and betrayal, this seems to be the theme that cannot be changed in this world.

Yan Shisan felt a bit of bitterness in his tongue, he was helpless, he could only clench his fists, and then endless blood qi came out of his body.

Bright blood light wrapped around Yan Thirteen, flying around Yan Thirteen's body, swirling, as if it was the traces of falling stars.

Yan Shisan's long hair was instantly stained with blood, and each one became as if it had just been soaked in a sea of blood, and the blood light flowing on it seemed to condense into blood droplets at any time.

Yan Shisan's eyes were full of angry light, and they were also full of bloodthirsty light, he didn't hesitate, the sword commanded the dance, and he had already attacked and killed Da Ming Zun.

Behind Yan Thirteen, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged.

Thousands of fierce spirits roared in unison.

A killing sword that had been immersed in the sea of blood for countless years suddenly rose into the air, and a ray of light slowly fell from the killing sword with streams of blood.

It was a sword that killed all living beings, a sword that was stained with blood and sin.

In the past years, it used to be famous, and a man used this sword to kill the sea of corpses and blood below it.

The giants condensed by blood struggled to stand up from the blood, with monstrous killing intent and full of unwillingness.

Countless resentful spirits rose and fell in the sea of blood, stretching out their palms made of sticky blood towards the sky, and their wide, desperate and dark eyes let out bursts of painful wails.

The body of that killing sword had long since been destroyed in the ancient war, but its chilling killing intent had been perfectly preserved.

At this moment, everyone already felt a slight chill in their necks, as if their heads had been cut off by that sword, which made people feel inexplicably frightened.

Kill all the business.

Da Mingzun looked at the blood-drenched sword that had been slashed, and his face was full of coldness.

Da Mingzun knows that sword, that sword was born from the endless blood river, and it was born with the blood venerable, even if its body has long been destroyed, the sword intent will never dissipate.

It was a very good sword, even among the imperial weapons, it was an outstanding sword.

But that's just outstanding, far from perfect, and naturally can't compare with the most proud work of his life.

The people of the Dragon Slayer never knew the truth about the scales, and they couldn't really control the scales.

Only oneself can give full play to the most perfect strength of the scales.

Even if this bite kills all the business, it will not be the opponent of the scales.

Da Mingzun didn't say a word, just raised the scales.

The scales wrapped in purple light were full of elegance and nobility, like a king.

The king looked at the world, and the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses.

The king was angry and bled for a thousand miles.

In this world, no one kills faster than a king.

At the thought of the king, thousands of heads could fall to the ground, staining the earth with a sea of blood.

The reason why the Great is called the Great is also because of this.

Because they kill people, they are like kings on earth, and if they move at a thought, they will be lifeless within a hundred miles.

Their hands are not stained with blood, but only with their weapons.

It's like a general is to a king.

No matter how much you kill all the businesses, even if you kill all the people in the world, it is just a general after all, a general who kills.

And Zhen Liang is a king, a king whose hands are not stained with blood.

The scales turned sideways, and the purple edge left an ethereal afterimage behind him, which was very illusory.

The emperor stared at the murderous general in front of him, without any fear.

It is a true dragon, and a true dragon should fear mortals.

The true dragon felt that the unsightly general in front of him was a little redundant, and it felt that it should disappear.

So the emperor said lightly, an ethereal trivial language, gently, soft and weak.

But the general who killed all living beings and stained his robe with blood was powerless to resist, even if it could save the galaxy, even if it made the world fearful, even if the evil spirits would cry when they saw it.

But if the king wants his ministers to die, how can the ministers not die?

The scales only slowly moved forward, like the king's casual finger pointing at the general.

Little by little, the business dissipated in the void, as if a stream of water had hit the dam, and the business was split into two strands three inches in front of Zhen Scale, turning into two waves of blood, splashing high in the air.

It was as if the general had been escorted to the guillotine, and the blood splattered when the blade fell.

The general's blood could only be splattered on the executioner's body, but not on the king's robe, not even a dime or a drop.

The king's hands were still clean and soft, delicate as a woman's, revealing a fragrance that would never be stained with blood.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood naturally dispersed with the king's contemptuous glance.

The mountains of corpses and the sea of blood have never been able to stop the king's gaze.

It's just a sword, and all the wins and losses are known at this moment.

After killing all the people, the business was shattered, and the vision of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood was broken, even Yan Shisan, who had robbed the power, could not withstand the huge pressure from the scales.

Yan Thirteen's chest was cut into a long and narrow opening, but no blood leached out, only a faint light leaked out from Yan Thirteen's chest.

I don't know why, Chu Feng saw it

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