super king glory

Needle drop is audible.

Everyone, including the Xuanjingmen disciples, opened their mouths, unable to utter a word.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at Wang Xiaojian's upright body in Shanmen Square in disbelief.

He took off his robe and the black iron beaded undershirt, which was a bit messy.

However, this moment is in everyone's heart.

He is a matchless god of war!

Amazing.

Hong Kun, the head of the Xuanjingmen, who was more noble than a prince in the Shang Kingdom, was defeated just like this?

Such a miserable defeat!

His body smashed a huge hole in the ground, and he seemed unable to get up again.

And Wang Xiaojian, who defeated him, is still so young?

The young Tianjiao is not enough to describe him.

After defeating Hong Kun, the green glow on Wang Xiaojian's face became much heavier again.

There was also a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Bright red with a touch of purple.

Under the high-intensity battle, the toxins in his body spread faster.

Wang Xiaojian felt his own cultivation and fell down again.

From a six-star martial king to a five-star martial king.

However, he didn't stop walking, walked towards the sect master Hong Kun, then jumped into the big pit, and came in front of the sect master Hong Kun.

"Bush!"

"Brother Xiaojian!"

The killing in the square stopped early.

Diao Chan and Da Qiao looked at Wang Xiaojian at the same time.

The blood dripping from the corner of Wang Xiaojian's mouth made them very nervous.

Wang Xiaojian gave the second daughter a voice transmission of spiritual consciousness, and then walked in front of Hong Kun.

Hong Kun was lying on the ground. Because of his serious injury, the potency of the magic transformation pill dissipated early.

The one-foot-tall body turned back into a normal human appearance.

However, although the medicinal power dissipated, Hong Kun's appearance was very miserable.

Blood was all over the torn robe.

Most of the bones in his body were broken.

It was King Wu's powerhouse and strong vitality that kept him from dying.

When Wang Xiaojian walked to Hong Kun's side, the audience fell silent.

Diao Chan, Da Qiao, Lu Ban No. [-], and Meng Qi all looked at Wang Xiaojian.

At this time, in the square, apart from the Second Elder Song Zhiyuan, who was seriously injured and dying, there was no longer a strong Martial King.

Everyone looked at Hong Kun, Wang Xiaojian, and the "dying" sect master Hong Kun.

I don't know how Wang Xiaojian will deal with the sect master.

Hong Kun is the head of Xuanjingmen.

Will he kill him?

Chapter 552 No Bottom Line

Wang Xiaojian's eyes were cold, the poison of the magic pill, and there was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was condescending, and said again: "Hong Kun, hand over the antidote, I will let Xuanjingmen go."

Hong Kun was seriously injured and very weak. Hearing Wang Xiaojian's words, fear emerged in his heart.

Because Wang Xiaojian only said to let Xuanjingmen go, not to let him go.

Even if he handed over the antidote.

He is also going to die.

However, he doesn't want to die!

He is the master of a first-class sect and a five-star martial arts king.

He still has a bright future, and he never wants to die just like that!

"Lu Xiaobu, I don't have the antidote...Only the Great Elder has it..."

Hong Kun was terrified, and said to Wang Xiaojian.

The antidote of the magic pill is extremely precious, even he only has one on his body.

If it was given to Wang Xiaojian, then he would definitely die.

He didn't want to die, and tried to divert Wang Xiaojian's attention to the Great Elder.

Let Wang Xiaojian go to the Great Elder Kong Tianhai, he can still live.

And with the cultivation of the Great Elder Kong Tianhai, he would definitely be able to kill him.

But as soon as the words fell, Hong Kun's eyes caught Wang Xiaojian's eyes.

Those were a pair of bright eyes, but at this moment, they were like a pitch-black hole, sucking his spirit into it.

Sect master Hong Kun showed a blank expression on his face covered with blood, and said, "The antidote is in my arms."

Wang Xiaojian smiled coldly, bent down, and reached out to touch Hong Kun's arms.

After a while, he touched a small jade bottle and took it out.