super king glory

Duanmu Yeyu has never suffered such an injury in his practice for more than two hundred years.

As for a strong swordsman, even if an arm is cut off, he can't bear it.

What's more, both arms were cut off together!

Under the sky, the powerhouses of the King's Gate were almost suffocated.

In the King's Mountain Range, apart from the still burning holy fire and the sound of the wind blowing, there was no sound at all.

Everyone stared blankly at Duanmu Yeyu whose two arms had been chopped off by Wang Xiaojian.

Can't believe what's happening right in front of you.

Duanmu Yeyu who returned from the sanctuary.

In this Zhonglan domain, he is a well-deserved peerless powerhouse, number one in Zhonglan domain, and absolute master.

But such a person is not Wang Xiaojian's opponent.

Two arms were cut off so easily.

Together with the powerful ninth-rank earth-level sword in his hand, it was broken into two pieces.

Many people are even in a trance, feeling like they are dreaming.

However, Duanmu Yeyu's painful howl and the sound of the surrounding fires brought them back to reality one by one!

This is not a dream!

Duanmu Yeyu really had two arms chopped off.

At this moment, the strong men of King's Sect panicked.

The remaining tens of thousands of disciples of King's Gate looked terrified.

Obviously Duanmu Yeyu was the sect master, so he was seriously injured by Wang Xiaojian.

But they were too scared to go forward, let alone help him.

Baihuazong Ling Susu and the others felt hairy.

Even the millions of warriors who remained neutral were shocked.

In the light of everyone's shock, Wang Xiaojian's figure flashed and appeared in front of Duanmu Yeyu.

His silver hair was like frost, and he exuded a celestial energy and murderous intent that belonged to Fengqiuhuang's treasure clothes. He said to Duanmu Yeyu lightly: "Duanmu Yeyu, how is it? I said that it only takes three swords to kill you, and one more sword to kill you." Jian, you are going to die!"

Wang Xiaojian's tone was indifferent.

His voice was like a curse to urge death.

Duanmu Yeyu looked at Wang Xiaojian's handsome face, as if looking at a god of death, his body trembled in fear.

When he had two arms, he was no match for Wang Xiaojian, and Wang Xiaojian easily cut off both arms.

And at this moment, how to stop him.

"Wang Xiaojian, don't kill me... I have no grievances with you, don't kill me..."

The strongest person in Zhonglan domain will never beg for mercy.

A strong swordsman from the sanctuary will not beg for mercy.

However, Wang Xiaojian's sword chopped off not only Duanmu Yeyu's two arms, but also his unwavering martial arts heart.

When the heart of martial arts is shattered.

Duanmu Yeyu could no longer maintain the strength of character that a strong swordsman should have.

In order to survive, he begged Wang Xiaojian for mercy.

Wang Xiaojian was wearing the phoenix robe and his silver hair was frosty, like a banished immortal.

Seeing Duanmu Yeyu's appearance, his handsome face revealed an expression of contempt, and he sneered, "I never thought that the most powerful person in Lanyu would beg for mercy. Duanmu Yeyu, you really disappointed me."

"However, it's useless for you to beg for mercy. I won't let you go. Your biggest mistake was trying to kill me, steal treasures, and bully my woman. Now die!"

The faint voice was like a death sentence.

A sharp light shot out of Wang Xiaojian's eyes, with murderous intent.

Duanmu Yeyu was terrified.

He begged Wang Xiaojian for mercy because his heart of martial arts collapsed.

However, he also understood that it was impossible for Wang Xiaojian to let him go.

However, Duanmu Yeyu didn't want to die.

He is a strong man at the peak of Wu Zun, and he is only one step away from reaching Wu Sheng.

He is also the hall master of the Purple Fire Sect in the Sanctuary, and holds a considerable status.

He has been pursuing martial arts all his life, so that he has never enjoyed the glory and wealth that a strong man should have.

He doesn't want to die!

The instinct to survive made Duanmu Yeyu's potential explode.

His body without his arms hurts.

However, at this moment, he didn't care about the pain.

Stimulating the true energy of the whole body, he fled towards the sky at a high speed.

He wanted to escape from the King's Mountain Range and escape from Wang Xiaojian's murderous intent.

But it didn't work.

Wang Xiaojian's eyes swept coldly.

He put his fingers together, controlled the peerless sword with the power of Feng Qiuhuang, and swiped in the direction of Duanmu Yeyu.

Immediately, the peerless sword shot out a bright fairy light.

After catching up with Duanmu Yeyu, and then facing Duanmu Yeyu, he fell down on the head!

too fast.