super king glory

He actually said such things to Song Zhiyuan.

They couldn't see the second elder, Song Zhiyuan, who hid in the ravine, but they could imagine how shocked his expression must be at this moment.

Under the ravine, Song Zhiyuan's body trembled when he heard the words.

He originally thought that after he survived, he would find a way to plot against Wang Xiaojian and kill Wang Xiaojian with a poisonous plan.

He is the smartest person in Xuanjingmen, even if he has no idea now, he believes that as long as he lives, he will be able to do it.

But now, he doesn't even have a chance to survive.

Wang Xiaojian stood in front of him, with an undisguised murderous look on his handsome face, telling Song Zhiyuan what he was going to do.

He is going to die.

The fear of death made Song Zhiyuan's vicious heart that had just arisen panic, and he said to Wang Xiaojian: "Lu Xiaobu, you and I have no vengeance, why do you want to kill them all?"

He questioned Wang Xiaojian, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Wang Xiaojian would let him go.

However, he knew that begging for mercy was useless, so he could only use other methods.

"Killers, people will always kill them. The reason why I want to kill you is because you want to kill me."

Wang Xiaojian said calmly, and then with Song Zhiyuan's disbelieving expression, he raised the silver snake sword in Ling's hand.

brush!

puff~

The Silver Snake Sword shot out a bright sword light.

The eight-star martial king's charged sword is definitely not something that a seriously injured four-star martial king can resist.

Song Zhiyuan's eyes frightened, and he felt a pain in his neck just after seeing the sword energy shot out by Wang Xiaojian.

A terrifying sword qi cut off his head.

Song Zhiyuan's head separated from his body, rolling towards the deepest part of the ravine.

When death came and the endless darkness swallowed his consciousness, Song Zhiyuan felt regretful emotions before.

He is the second elder of Xuanjingmen and the smartest person in Xuanjingmen.

Although Wang Xiaojian only said one sentence, he understood what Wang Xiaojian meant.

Murderers, people will always kill them!

It was Wang Xiaojian who felt his killing intent and chose to kill him.

If, from the very beginning, he had no intention of killing Wang Xiaojian, if he hadn't released his killing intent towards Wang Xiaojian, Wang Xiaojian would not have killed him.

It was him who sent himself to a dead end!

He repented, but it was useless to repent.

At this moment, the head and body struggle, and the soul falls into hell.

Exhausted to death!

trible kill!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the three-game winning streak, the king's points +30!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the four-star martial king, experience +1600000."

"Ding! Congratulations to Da Qiao for raising his level, the current level is a four-star demon king!"

"Ding! Congratulations to Luban No. [-], the level has been raised, and the current level is a four-star Martial King!"

"Ding! Congratulations to Diao Chan for her promotion, the current level is Six Star Demon King!"

"..."

High-level Martial Kings have a lot of experience.

After successively killing the elder of the seven-star martial king, the master of the five-star martial king, and the second elder of the four-star martial king, not only did Da Qiao and Lu Ban No. [-] advance to the next level.

Even Diao Chan's cultivation has been upgraded from a five-star demon king to a six-star demon king!

Meng Qi has not yet reached the level of the Seven Star Demon King.

But almost.

Da Qiao, Diao Chan, and Lu Ban No. [-], all had the radiance that can only be achieved by promotion.A powerful aura spread from them.

At this time, there were waves of fear in the air.

They are the disciples of Xuanjingmen.

They were pale and trembling.

At this moment, all the senior officials of Xuanjingmen are dead.

They were afraid that after Wang Xiaojian killed the senior officials of Xuanjingmen, he would attack them.

With the strength shown by Wang Xiaojian, if he wanted to kill them, it was no different from killing chickens.

They have no way out.

The disciples of Xuanjingmen were terrified.

However, Wang Xiaojian ignored them.

He quickly came to Diao Chan and Da Qiao's side.

At this moment, Bai Junqi was being held in Da Qiao's arms, his face covered with frost, and it seemed that the situation was very bad.

"Sister Da Qiao, how is she?"

Wang Xiaojian said.

On Da Qiao's beautiful face, there were tears of heartache. Hearing Wang Xiaojian's words, he said with ecstasy in his eyes: "Brother Xiaojian, she still has breath, but she can't hold it for too long."

Wang Xiaojian's expression darkened when he heard the words, he knelt down, and reached out to hold Bai Junqi's hand.

Her hands were very cold.

There was also a chill, coming from Bai Junqi's body and spreading all the way to his body.