"Xiaoyuan, I said, I want your death to come to an end in the most humble and humiliating form. , the latest chapter access: . ”

The clouds of magic filled the sky, but Wu Wenxu's weak steps became more and more steady, and the brilliance that had been flickering in the depths of his pupils gradually turned into a domineering one.

Wu Wenxu was farsighted, like a dog.

Dragging a heavily injured body, he was hit by hundreds of punches from Xiaoyuan one after another, and as soon as he struck, he killed three dragon souls, how much energy was still hidden under his seemingly vulnerable and weak appearance!

"Wu Wenxu, don't come here, don't come over!"

Xiao Yuan snapped back in horror, struggling his legs and screaming almost hysterically.

He was really terrified.

The dragon soul in the withered dragon sword, the three of them pounced together, even if the eleventh-order demon master was going to die in Huangquan, how he killed the dragon soul was really not important, the important thing was that the gap between himself and him was ......

'Run! ’

In Xiao Yuan's mind, the word that suddenly popped up made him give up all his madness and jump off the stage of the bloody battle, whether it was the evil white 'color' flame, or the man's teleportation method, it was not something his heart could bear.

As long as he can live, the sacrifice will be over, and let his father clean up his reads with his own hands;!

"Xiaoyuan, your shoes have run off."

The young man's goatee trembled violently, and the sound that was close to his ears was not in a hurry or slow, and was full of jokes, such as thunder, which made his eardrums buzz, and his whole body was frozen like a sculpture.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help laughing anymore, staring at the shoe that Xiao Yuan twisted off in embarrassment, and then looking at his ugly face like pig liver, the laughter was overwhelming, making Xiao Yuan's shameful and bloody face add a green 'color'.

He is also a ninth-level great magician.

An unscathed ninth-level great magician at the pinnacle, with a strange treasure, but was 'forced' to the end of the middle stage by a ninth-level great magician who was depleted of magic power and seriously injured and was about to die, this strong contrast before and after was even louder than a hundred slaps in the face, because of shame, Xiao Yuan had already bitten his lips.

He was defeated, and he was defeated completely, at the hands of untouchables who had never looked squarely at him, and felt that he could 'play' and die at any time.

"Wu Wenxu, it's just a 'female' person, as long as you let me go, I promise that today's matter will be written off, if you want a 'female' person, I can also make the entire City of Faith, no, the entire 'female' person of the Cursed Ice Field at your disposal!"

The gray dagger only cut a shallow mark on Xiao Yuan's white neck, Wu Wenxu did not kill him with one blow, but listened to his noisy negotiations, showing extraordinary patience.

"To you, she is indeed just a worthless 'woman' who is not even worth a commodity."

"Ahhh

Xiao Yuan suddenly let out a heart-rending scream.

The plasma burst on Wu Wenxu's body, wetting most of his shirt, he grabbed Xiao Yuan's left arm that was torn off by himself, and threw it far away.

"For me, she is my sister, the person I cherish, and she can even be protected with her 'sex' life."

"And you, kill him!"

Xiao Yuan's miserable screams, the sharp pain that had been surging in the 'tide' water became intermittent, and the little face, which was originally handsome, completed the transformation from bright red to green to miserable 'color' in just a few dozen seconds, however, Xiao Yuan's tragic situation failed to awaken Wu Wenxu's forgiveness, and his face became even more crazy.

Xiaoyuan's arms were torn off by Wu Wenxusheng.

This is obviously a cruel picture, but seeing Wu Wenxu's sad face, why, everyone wants to cry?

Xiao Yuan knelt at Wu Wenxu's feet with convulsions, inhaling more and exhaling less in pain.

Looking at Xiao Yuan, who was struggling like a dead dog, Wu Wenxu smiled reluctantly, the white cloth soaked with blood and sweat on his forehead, I don't know if it was because of joy or comfort, it fell gently, touching his eyebrows, making the heroic slaughter, with a little sense of detachment.

The falling strip of cloth was clenched tightly by Wu Wenxu, Wu Wenxu took a deep breath and said, "Yaoyao, I did it." ”

"Click!"

Breaking a few ribs of Xiaoyuan with one kick, Wu Wenxu's eyelids were so heavy that they were about to close.

However, with his indomitable consciousness, he tried to stabilize the dagger in the palm of his hand, he pinched Xiao Yuan's chin with his left hand, and pressed the dagger against Xiao Yuan's throat with his right hand, this action was quite like killing a 'chicken'.

Xiao Yuan, the head of the ten powerhouses of the Ice Descendant Clan, is there no difference between him and a weak 'chicken' under the hands of this man?

Wu Wenxu's hand was not very steady, holding the dagger as if he was trembling with epilepsy, he was really to the point of getting weaker, tired, a 'wave' and 'wave' hit the brain, in order to successfully cut off Xiaoyuan's head, Wu Wenxu had to bite the tip of his tongue and bite a lot of blood.

He ...... A demon indeed. ”

Wayne bit her lip, wondering if the sand had gotten into her eyes, and her slender fingers wiped back and forth near the frame for a long time.

A man who is desperate for the sake of a 'woman' and can even spare his life.

Who can hate such a demon.

"Xiaoyuan, I often see you in my dreams when I get over there."

Wu Wenxu moved his fingers tiredly and aimed them at Xiao Yuan's throat.

"Wu Wenxu, get by."

At this moment, an ethereal but undoubted majestic voice slammed down on his body.

The coercion of absolute fear is much more terrifying than that of Long Wei, and this terrifying magic that strikes wantonly is already telling him that as long as you move again, you will die!

"Father, father save me!"

Xiao Yuan, who fell into deep dementia, suddenly woke up, he was too familiar with this magic power, and his father really took action for himself.

"Is the Heavenly King......

Wu Wenxu spat out blood heavily, but grabbed Xiao Yuan's throat tightly, listening to his panicked and violent gasps, and his shocking 'lips' raised a hearty smile.

"Who can stop me!"

Xiao Yuan's eyes were full of hope, and he was stunned and didn't know what to say, he saw a pair of scarlet and fierce eyes, more terrifying than any beast he had ever seen, and he was horrified.

As a result, these 'confused' eyes were frozen in deep fear, and the last consciousness was completely swallowed by Wu Wenxu's cold gaze, his body collapsed softly, bleeding profusely, and there was no head.

The head was being shaken in the man's hand, and Wu Wenxu grabbed Xiao Yuan's hair and laughed.

Xiao Yuan is dead.

The first noble son of the City of Faith is dead.

Among the messy corpses, there was only one person standing on the bloody battle platform at the end.

His name is Wu Wenxu, he fulfilled his oath, he killed all the masters of the Ice Descendant Clan, he killed Xiao Yuan, he didn't lose!

"Since you're determined to die."

In the clear sky, suddenly the 'cloudy' clouds were thick, and the terrifying magic that crushed the city's 'desire' suppressed the dark clouds in the sky, disturbing the source of the magic power of the elements of heaven and earth, and the handsome man with white hair and beard slowly opened his eyes.

During the four-day festival, he stood up from his throne for the first time.