The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Not to mention you and Feng Qingkuang, even if it is ten Ao Junxie, the old man will not take it seriously!From the moment you handed over the artifact before you entered the spiritual illusion, this ending was already doomed!

You vulgar Fengyun Continent ordinary warriors can get their hands on the unique knowledge of the Temple of Light!Now, you can hit the road with peace of mind!

Together with this ruin, you will be buried forever on the ground without seeing the light of day. Soon, Fengyun Continent will be occupied and controlled by the Temple of Light, and all warriors from Fengyun Continent will become slaves of my temple. Provider of spiritual power!

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, since the world is going to return to the control of human beings, of course it should be the Temple of Light, you are just passers-by on this continent! "

Suo Wenming laughed wildly triumphantly, as if he had already seen the scene where Fengyun Continent was completely occupied by the Templars in gorgeous and dazzling white robes.Read novels on www>

"Now, hand over something that doesn't belong to you at all, those six fantasy stone tablets!"

Suo Wenming ordered coldly.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ao Junxie roared through gritted teeth.

With a hiss, the sword light flashed on Ao Junxie's chest, accompanied by a painful scream from the red robed man on the ground.

On Ao Junxie's chest, a long wound has been drawn by the sharp point of the Chilong sword, the weapon that originally belonged to him.Bright red blood slowly seeps out.

However, there was no shadow of the stele of illusion.

"Hand over it!"

Suo Wenming let out a violent roar, flicked his wrist, and with a swish, another long crack bloomed on Ao Junxie's chest.

Still no shadow of the stele.

"Even if the three of you are chopped into meat, the old man must find the stele!"

Suo Wenming roared angrily, and in the palm of his hand, the purple light of spiritual power became brighter and brighter, burning like a flame.

The dark red Chilong Sword in his hand was held high above his head.

Just when he was about to fall, his waist suddenly tightened. When he looked down, Mu Liufeng rushed forward at some point, hugging his body tightly.

"Let go! Mu Liufeng! Do you want to die?"

Mu Liufeng still just hugged Suo Wenming tightly, without any intention of giving in.

"Go! Go! You must not let the stele fall into the hands of the Temple of Light!"

Mu Liufeng yelled loudly at the unarmed Ming Qianhe, Ao Junxie, and Qing Kuang.

Ming Qianhe and you, Ao Junxie, looked at each other with a look of anxiety on their faces. [

Although this may be their only chance to escape from the underground palace, but if they really want to abandon Mu Liufeng's life and escape by themselves, they will not be able to do it no matter what.

In Suo Wenming's hand, the Chilong Sword was raised long and long over Mu Liufeng's head, and with just a light touch, it would immediately put Mu Liufeng to death.

However, after a stalemate, he saw that among the three wounded on the ground, none of them really wanted to escape.

The raised long sword fell down slowly, and Suo Wenming showed a smug expression on his old face, and shook his head gently.

"Ha... the pathetic weak! The pathetic mercy and morality!

Mu Liufeng, don't worry about it!Did you see, the three of them have no intention of making you a martyr at all!It is an extravagant hope for you to die with honor!