Chapter 698: The Fall of the Holy Lord

And as this light fell, almost all of them looked at the Feather Emperor's gaze and changed a little, and at this moment they really began to be afraid of the one in front of them.

Although there are no rules in this contest in theory, no matter what kind of means are used, there should be no reason to blame, after all, there is no restraint.

But in the middle of such a competition, no killing moves will be used, this is a tacit understanding reached by everyone invisibly, here is the Holy Lord of the major holy lands, any one of them falls, and the result is a big war between the two holy places.

And the Emperor of Feather God forcibly tore apart this tacit understanding at this time, even if he was facing a top young generation comparable to the existence of the Holy Land, he didn't show any mercy at all when he made a move.

At this time, Dongfang Fu's face also changed slightly, his eyes turned red at this moment, and there was originally a little bit of the bone stick of the discipline, but at this moment, there was only an increasingly terrifying speed left, and he began to gradually lose control.

It's just that the Feather Emperor had a disgusted expression on his face, and a light burst out on the measuring ruler in his hand, and a force that seemed to be irresistible exploded, directly sending Dongfang Yu's body under the martial arts arena.

Stopping Dongfang Qiu's blood-red eyes, there was a trace of jealousy in the eyes of the Feather Emperor, although he had a lot of fighting skills, but in the face of such crazy means, there was really not much resistance.

It's just that this jealousy only flashed in his heart for a moment, and he had already turned into the same arrogance as ever, and his gaze swept over the bodies of the many holy masters who were downwind, and he said slowly.

"Except for this one stunned person, who else is willing to come up and send him to death, but the next one, I'm afraid this seat will not look at the face of those old guys in your sect!"

With the voice of the Feather Emperor, a golden voice fell directly from the air, and at the same time as it fell, a very casual voice sounded in the middle of the entire martial arts field.

"Those wastes in the Eastern Wilderness don't dare to make a move because of the prestige of your Feather God Dynasty, our men in the Northern Plains won't be like this, the Feather Emperor, they all say that you are very strong, let's try it for yourself today!"

In the middle of this speech, a big sword in the hand of that golden figure rushed out directly, this one was Wang Yuan, the holy lord of the Northern Plains Desolate Ancient King Family, even if he was facing the Feather Emperor, he did not have the slightest fear.

Just looking at the big sword rushing towards him, Emperor Yuhua's expression did not change at all, and he just said very casually: "Are you from the Beiyuan royal family?

As he spoke, the measuring ruler in his hand swept out directly, Wang Yuan's strength was not Dongfang's opponent, but it was also a well-known existence among the Holy Lords, but when the big sword fell, there was no way to shake the measuring ruler in the hands of the Feather Emperor.

And in the next moment, a layer of misty light flew out of the hand of the Feather Emperor, and the power that was originally in the middle of this big sword actually dissipated a little bit invisibly, and when he felt this scene, Wang Yuan's face also changed slightly. The fastest network update on the computer:

Even among the many Great Emperors, the Feather Emperor can be said to be a very special one, this one has hardly made a move after the enlightenment, and almost no one knows what kind of means he has mastered, but his opponents are almost all dissipated in silence.

And now that the Feather Emperor has a little bit of the shadow of the Feather Emperor between his shots, this kind of power that dissipates quietly is the most feared existence for these people.

And in the next moment, a layer of golden light erupted on Wang Yuan's body, although the Desolate Ancient Wang family said that it was a human race, but it was inextricably linked with a foreign race in their ancestors, so there was a violent power in their bloodline.

And at this time, the bloodline power that erupted, just like you, was among the many holy masters, and it was also able to exert extraordinary power, but when this power erupted, what he saw in the Feather Emperor was only a faint disdain.

There was not the slightest fancy means, but there was a misty golden color in his hands, and the golden power around Wang Yuan quickly dissipated when he encountered such a power.

And at this time, Emperor Yuhua said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Actually, if it were someone else, Ben Shao would not necessarily be a killer, but your words, there is an aura on your body that makes Ben Shao feel very annoying, so you should die here!"

As he spoke, a force erupted directly in his hand, and with the explosion of these powers, the golden light around Wang Yuan quickly dissipated, and his body fell from the sky weakly.

As Wang Yuan's body fell from the hands of the Feather Emperor, the little communication that was still in the middle of the entire martial arts arena came to an abrupt end, and only heavy breathing could be heard in the middle of the entire martial arts arena.

This is not a young generation of Tianjiao, this is the holy son of the entire Desolate Ancient Wang family, the first person in the nominal Desolate Ancient Royal Family, such an existence has fallen, and it is almost destined that there will be a storm between the Northern Plains and the Eastern Wilderness. The fastest network update Mobile::/m.. com/

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At this time in Beiyuan, the ancestral house of the Wang family, a place where almost no one dared to approach, the original crowd was full of voices, but at this moment it had turned into silence, and only a heavy bell remained in the middle of the entire ancestral house.

Even the Great Elder of the God King level and the Supreme Elder of the Martial Saint level who were walking in the middle had a feeling of a beating of their hearts skipping a beat at this moment.

The seventy-two bells are second only to the solemnity of the eighty-one bells after the fall of the first ancestor of the Desolate Ancient Royal Family, representing the fall of the Holy Lord in the middle of the family or the current Earth Ancestor.

Although the strength of the Holy Lord may not be too strong, this represents the first person who holds the power of the Desolate Ancient Royal Family, and the fall of such an existence is even more significant than the fall of an ordinary Martial Saint.

After being silent for a long time, the ancestor of the generation of the Ancient Ancient Family, a top powerhouse of the sixth level of the Martial Saint, walked out of the middle of the retreat, looked at the direction belonging to the Eastern Wilderness, and was silent for a long time before saying softly.

"The fall of the Holy Lord, this is a slap in the face of the entire Desolate Ancient Wang family, no matter which holy place the other party is, we need to pay the price for the fall of the Holy Lord of our family, the dignity of the Wang family, no one is allowed to underestimate it!"

In the midst of these words, a gloomy momentum enveloped the entire Wang family's ancestral house, and it was obvious that this powerhouse at the Martial Saint level had been angry to a certain extent because of the fall of the Holy Lord of his family.

And the entire Wang family acted quickly, and the fall of the Holy Lord itself did not have much loss, but the fall of such an existence, no holy place would be regarded as a trivial matter.

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