Chapter 432: Someone from the Divine Court

Chapter 432: Someone from the Divine Court

Three battles, two injuries, at this moment, the contempt in the eyes of the Dou Shengwang has long disappeared, and his expression gradually reveals solemnity, and a trace of jealousy flashes in the depths of his eyes.

There were bursts of pain on his body, especially where the scale armor was cut off, and the pain was like sharp thorns, piercing the soul of the Dou Shengwang.

Not far away, among the other two black-clothed people, the person standing on the left had a flickering gaze, and suddenly said in a deep voice to the person beside him: "The third sword, the Dou Saint King will be defeated, he can't die here." ”

Hearing this, the other man in black immediately understood, nodded, and was ready to make a move.

At the same time, beads of sweat like beans erupted from the forehead of the Dou Shengwang, and he deeply felt a crisis coming.

This is a crisis of death!

"Ahh Suddenly, there was a roar, and the Dou Shengwang was like a mad lion, who had cultivated for thousands of years, and was as strong as him, but when he faced this kind of pressure, he also became crazy, his eyes showed resentment, and his expression was hideous.

He didn't expect that he would encounter such a powerful person when he came to the Immortal Spirit Continent for the first time in thousands of years, he thought that the Holy Venerable was invincible in the world, but now he found that everything is no longer the same, the heavens and the earth have changed, and in the eyes of many strong people, the Holy Venerable is a mustard.

Finally couldn't hold back the pressure in his heart, the Dou Shengwang chose to take the lead this time, he roared wildly, and the scales and armor on his body were 'instigating' rubbing, making a piercing and sharp sound.

Under the indifferent gaze of the cultivators of the Immortal Palace, the Dou Shengwang rushed forward, operating infinite holy power, grasping the horns above his head with both hands, and after a terrible roar, he actually pulled the horns from the top of his head, clenched his hands tightly, like a divine diamond, and rotated towards Fu Chou.

The horn was pulled out, and a deep hole appeared in the Tianling Gai, and blood came out one by one, dripping down the cheeks of the Dou Shengwang, and in just an instant, his eyes were dyed red, and the black scale armor also became a little dark red after being stained with blood, giving people a terrifying feeling of coldness.

"Three knives, break love!" When the Dou Shengwang pulled out the horns on his head, Fu Chou also shouted in a low voice, his mouth was covered with blood, thick and red, thick and dense.

This time, as soon as Fu Chou's hand was raised, and before the knife fell, he himself made a 'wow' sound, spurting out a mouthful of dense blood, and the smell was extremely strong.

This third sword, even by itself, cannot really be controlled!

When Fu Chou's knife was raised and slowly slashed forward, the mark at the center of his eyebrows, the last mountain quietly collapsed, forming a blue light, which directly reflected the two mountains that had collapsed before, condensing into a substantial blue pillar, covering the broken knife in Fu Chou's hand.

Swinging the knife, the body is trembling, the knife is ringing, the space is shaking, the heaven and the earth seem to be collapsing, the law appears, the streamer is overflowing, and the light is bizarre.

A dull chanting sound slowly resounded in the heavens and the earth, this was the vision that accompanied Fu Chou's third sword, which shocked the cultivators on the spot.

"Hairy, dreams are not real, fluttering, and difficult to complete."

Broken love, broken love in this life, ruthless in this life!

An inexplicable sadness gradually poured into the hearts of all the cultivators, and they looked at Fu Chou's trembling body in silence, perhaps, this is the sorrow of the cultivators.

Looking back, the beauty has passed away, but there is only mercy and memory.

Seeing this scene, the Dou Shengwang was shocked, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Divine art?!" ”

In his heart, only divine magic can be accompanied by visions when cast, and he never imagined that the third knife cut by Fu Chou would undergo such a change.

"Buzz, buzz"

"Woo, woo"

Above the sky, various voices appeared, as if the gods were sighing, and the entire space shook violently, and even the earth in the Asgard Palace slammed.

Not far away, the black-clothed man standing on the right was frightened, and stepped out without hesitation, tearing off the black clothes on his body, revealing his dark skin and tall body, like a chimpanzee.

A black spear appeared in the hand of the man in black, his long hair was curled back, his eyes were bright, and he was heroic, he was a very handsome and beautiful man.

"I am under the throne of Hades, the Flame Saint King." When he made a move, the man in black reported his name, and his tone also carried a sense of superiority, very proud.

However, as soon as the Flame Saint King's spear pierced out, the cold light burst out, only to see a dark red stone rod flying out, directly colliding strongly with the spear in his hand.

This collision directly dispersed the sharp qi emitted by the spear, and the Yan Saint King took two steps back, his face sank, and his eyes showed a gloomy and cold color.

Just when the Yan Saint King was blocked, the horn in the Dou Saint King's hand was cut off with a knife, and his body was also slashed by the broken knife in Fu Chou's hand.

"Unwilling, I'm unwilling......" Under this third knife, the Dou Shengwang couldn't even support it for a moment, and in the cry of grief, the whole person was shattered by the huge force from the broken knife.

Pieces of black scale armor fell from the sky, lost their sanctity, and when they fell to the ground, they shattered like bubbles, disappearing into heaven and earth forever.

A generation of Saints of the Hades Sea, a generation of Dou Saint Kings, and a strong man who has been dominant for thousands of years, was beheaded to death by Fu Chou three times today, and he fell here, and even his soul did not escape, and he was destroyed.

The blue light faded, and a blue mark appeared again in the center of Fu Chou's eyebrows, but at this time, it looked much darker, his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, coughing up blood in his mouth, and when he shook it, he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fell to the ground suddenly.

At the same time, Demon Moon Tong smiled, and with a wave of overhaul, he flashed and appeared where Fu Chou fell, supporting Fu Chou's fallen body.

And at this moment, Liu Mo was holding a stone stick, and the Yan Saint King was holding a spear, and the two of them were standing in the air, looking at each other coldly, with the meaning of life and death.

Chu Fan, who was sitting on the throne, did not speak, because he believed that the strength of Fu Chou, Liumo and others would not be defeated in the face of the Yan Saint King and the Dou Saint King.

After all, he is now an immortal king, and it is impossible for him to do everything himself, otherwise where is his prestige and prestige?!

"Wow! It's really lively, are you brothers playing with the dolls? Suddenly, a magnetic and immature voice came from the entrance of the fairy palace, and I saw ten monks walking slowly, and a child like a porcelain doll walked in front of him, looking at him with a smile like a spring breeze.

Hearing this immature voice, Chu Fan frowned quietly, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and when he looked at it, his body trembled violently, and a flash of eagerness flashed in his eyes, and he disappeared and regained his calm.

Among these ten people, there is such a woman, it is Chu Xuan, the woman who makes Chu Fan dream for countless days and nights, his sister, Chu Xuan.

After hearing the immature voice of the porcelain doll, the man in black who had never made a move and never showed his true face also trembled, looked back at the porcelain doll that came over, his pupils gradually shrank, and he showed a dignified color for the first time since he came to the fairy palace.