Chapter 763 Night
Battle His Royal Highness Prince Yu is the only son of the saint now. Although he has not been established as the prince, as the only prince, his status as the successor is almost unshakable.
Even if the saint now gives birth to a boy, a three-year-old emperor, how can he rule the world?
So when Ding Kuyu said these four words, the saint who had always been calm and composed could not help but get angry: "How dare you?"
Saying this, he stepped forward like a ghost and moved toward Ding Kuyu's chest. Expelled with one palm without mercy.
Ding Kuyu, on the other hand, looked at the other person calmly, and also raised his hand to give the saint a slap in the face.
The two palms struck each other, and Ding Kuyu couldn't resist and drew backwards in an instant. His feet drew two deep tracks on the stone ground. But the saint was even more surprised. He looked at the other person: "You are not Ding Kuyu. Who are you?"
Ding Kuyu looked at the saint and smiled lightly: "How can your majesty say that I am not Ding Kuyu?"
"Ding Kuyu definitely does not have this kind of internal power. His blood rain magic skill follows the path of illusion and bewitchment. With such fierce palm power." The saint looked at Ding Kuyu, his eyes changed several times, and suddenly said loudly: "It's you!" "
You killed Ding Kuyu?"
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Hong Hong The man in red clothes lowered his head and smiled, then reached out and lifted up his red clothes.
Under the red clothes, he was wearing a black outfit, with one sleeve floating empty.
Before, his right hand had been hidden under the red clothes, and even the saint did not notice any difference in his aura.
He never expected that it would be Qin who finally came to the saint in the name of killing Qin and winning the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Gong.
"To be honest, this is the first time you and I have met, although we have been friends for a long time before this." Qin reached out and took off the human skin mask on his face, looking at the hesitant old man with a sarcastic expression on his lips. Smiling: "Why, it doesn't feel good to feel betrayed by everyone."
The saint was silent for a while.
If it is Qin who came here instead of Ding Kuyu, then everything before can be explained a little bit, but there is only one thing, and that is where did Ding Kuyu go?
Ding Kuyu killed Qin Buyi.
But it was not easy for Qin to kill Ding Kuyu.
Since the Yin Yang Great Compassion Technique is real, it naturally flowed from Ding Kuyu's hands. How did Qin convince the other party.
And what's even more terrifying is, is the news about King Yu brought by Qin true or false?
"What do you want?" The saint looked at Qin: "If you want to die, there are too many ways to die in this world." Qin smiled: "Ding Kuyu told me, in the beginning,
for Immortal, he went to the Western Regions to seek the Great Benevolence, but later, he heard the news that Miss Yanran was killed by you." "Let
me ask you."
"Why did Miss Yanran have to die?"
"This has something to do with you. What's the relationship?" The saint looked at Qin Leng and said.
"Of course it does matter." Qin looked at the saint: "In this world, currently, apart from the Great Compassion and Duzun Gong, the only martial arts that can lead to immortality is the Baishou Taixuan Sutra." "But the Baishou Taixuan Sutra
is It has fatal flaws, so even if Miss Yanran obtained this skill, she did not dedicate it to you, but sealed it up herself." "But in the end,
you still practiced this skill and gave it to yourself. All the descendants have been sacrificed on this altar, so much so that Master Xue Ping would rather disobey you and hide the child in the Shaolin Temple." "Traitor!
" The saint's forehead showed faint veins: "You are all traitors!"
Saying this, he stepped forward and held Qin's neck with one hand. The saint was as fast as lightning and moved like a ghost. He appeared in front of Qin almost in an instant, then pinched the opponent's neck and lifted him up. He held it high: "You know what? I want to kill you, it's as simple as squeezing an ant to death." "
Why do you insist on asking for death?"
Qin's expression was as usual. He was originally a tall man, but he was still regarded as a saint. Held it up in the air like a doll.
"Your Majesty, I am here because I am confident that you can't kill me like an ant."
When Qin spoke, the saint suddenly felt burning pain in his hands, and he couldn't help but let go He stopped Qin and took two steps back: "What is this?"
"Didn't I tell you? A little girl from the Huo family gave me a poison called ashes." "
There is no other poison like this. The only use is to cause unimaginable pain to the poisoned person when stimulating the true energy." "
Of course, Your Majesty, you are world-class in martial arts, but how many experiences have you had in fighting life and death?" "Are
you really? Can you endure such pain and have a hearty fight with me?"
Saying this, Qin's whole body slowly rose up with a red lotus-like Qi: "On the contrary, although it is said that I am the only one in Bahuang Liuhe who has the most powerful skills. It is flawed, but it can help me get closer to your realm endlessly." "
I still want to kill you here with my own hands."
"Can you satisfy this small request of mine?"
Qin His words were slow, and the blue-gray scars slowly extended from his palm to his arm, and spread upward bit by bit.
He is now like a burning red lotus, using his entire body as firewood to bloom the most incredible and magnificent light.
"Madman." The saint looked at Qin and said coldly: "Do you think you can defeat me like this?" "
I am invincible."
"Then come and try." Qin laughed loudly, and then turned red Wrapped in the lotus flame, he strode towards the saint, then gathered his strength and punched out. The saint disappeared on the spot like a ghost, and then appeared behind Qin in
an unruly manner. The old man's eyes were cold and sharp, and he pointed directly at the opponent's neck with two fingers: "Go to hell!"
At that moment, Qin turned around on the spot with a smile on his lips: "You still don't understand me well enough now."
While speaking like this, Qin's fist had already been raised.
In the next moment, the saint was blown away by Qin's punch like a kite with broken strings. His body hit the tall bookshelves surrounding him, and old pages fell from the ceiling at that moment, like countless Yanshan Mountains as big as mats. snowflake.
After throwing this punch, Qin instantly knelt down on one knee and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
And in the bookshelf, the saint's voice slowly sounded: "Do you want to kill me just because you are like this?" "I promise to
give you the most painful death to punish you for your offense."
Qin He raised his head and watched the saint quietly climb up from the collapsed bookshelf, with a cruel joke on his expression.
"Let this end."
Qin slowly stood up: "Then let's give it a try."
"I didn't come here to die."
(End of Chapter)