super king glory

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However, judging from the way his body oozes blood, it is obvious that he has reached the limit of body forging defense.

As long as he uses more powerful moves, he will definitely be able to completely defeat his body forging technique and kill him.

However, after the voice fell, Wang Xiaojian's handsome face showed a cold smile.

"You have no chance!"

Amidst the sneer, Wang Xiaojian's figure disappeared out of thin air in front of Nie Zhuo.

This is a total disappearance.

There is no breath, no figure, and even the consciousness can't catch it.

Nie Zhuo was startled.

At this time, a voice came down from the sky.

"Old dog Nie Zhuo, it's my turn, you can't stop this move!"

Wang Xiaojian's voice carried a strong murderous intent.

Nie Zhuo, who performed the Seven Injuries and Bleeding Blood Method, briefly reached the level of the Seven Star Martial Emperor.

His heart was full of strong confidence.

However, when he heard the murderous voice, he couldn't help being shocked.

Nie Zhuo, the elder of King's Sect, has white hair standing on end.

With blood all over his face, he looked like a thunder demon crawling out of hell.

Following the source of the voice, Nie Zhuo raised his head and said with a smirk, "Zhuzi, stop talking big."

"Where do you have any powerful moves? If you still have powerful moves, how can you use them, sneak around. Show up quickly and let the old man kill you... what?"

Nie Zhuo opened his mouth, wanting Wang Xiaojian to come out.

But before the voice fell, he was suddenly startled.

A chilling murderous intent suddenly enveloped him.

It was a cold chill, as if it came from the icy cold land of Jiuyou.

It's the breath of hell.

When he landed, Nie Zhuo felt his whole body stiffen.

He couldn't see where Wang Xiaojian was.

However, in his mind, the figure of a god of death automatically appeared.

Wearing a black robe and holding a sickle, he walked slowly from the gate of hell.

He smiled coldly at him, trying to drag him into hell.

"Damn it, what kind of trick is it, why is there such a strong murderous intent?"

"Why, the old man has a feeling of being killed?!"

A second ago, Nie Zhuo was still despising Wang Xiaojian, thinking that it was impossible for him to have powerful moves.

He also asked Wang Xiaojian to come out to die.

However, at this moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

That icy cold, like the breath of death, made him feel cold all over his body and his heart was hairy.

Nie Zhuo, the king who performed the Seven Injuries and Bleeding Blood Method, is extremely powerful.

But it was obviously extremely powerful, but in the next moment, it felt like he was about to die.

It nearly broke him.

Nie Zhuo quickly scanned the surroundings with his divine sense and eyes. He wanted to determine where Wang Xiaojian was so as to resist an unknown blow.

However, no matter how much he uses his spiritual sense to scan the sky, he still doesn't know where Wang Xiaojian's people are.

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from behind, which shocked him.

"I am here!"

Previously, this murderous intent clearly came from the sky.

However, this voice came from behind.

Nie Zhuo was startled, his hairs stood on end.

However, the martial emperor's fighting instinct still made him turn around as quickly as possible, then raised his hand, and towards the source of the sound, he made a palm print of energy lingering around Lei Mang.

"Li Bai, go to hell!"

He had a ferocious face, and wanted to kill Wang Xiaojian before Wang Xiaojian made a move.

However, at the moment he made the energy palm print.

Behind him, a fierce murderous intent suddenly burst out.

huh~

A ray of sword light cut through the air and came from behind.

The breath of death enveloped the whole body, and the sword light cut the sky and the earth.

In an instant, it passed by his neck.

puff!

The sword light disappeared!

Nie Zhuo, the elder of the King's Gate, took a picture of the palm print, and instantly froze.

A trace of red blood appeared on his neck.