Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 836 Despair

Only the last remaining disciple, looking at the old man in the robe, his face was blank.

The only two disciples who have been swayed by him, one of them, the strength of martial arts, has reached the half-step yin and yang dynasty, and is very likely to enter the door of the door to practice. The strength of martial arts is beyond doubt...

However, the famous disciple who had a half-step yin and yang dynasty, in front of the old robes, did not have the power to fight back. Even, no one saw how the old man in the robes came out, and when did he move? Hand.

I can wait for it to come back, the heads of the two, but the blood of the fish filled the sky and left the body!

This kind of means, even if it is the strongest person who entered the realm of yin and yang, it is absolutely impossible!

In the end, the disciple of the fabulous door looked at his two brothers and brothers, and the old man in the robes smashed his head. The blood was filled with him. His whole body seemed to be covered by invisible fear, and he felt a chill out of his sole. deep.

"Predecessors... seniors are forgiving!"

The disciple saw the old man in the robes walking slowly toward himself. The blood on the face was almost exhausted in an instant. The whole body had already been soaked by the cold sweat. His body was soft and he stumbled in front of the old man in the robes. The voice shook and the robes were there. The old man is begging for mercy.

The last generation of disciples is not stupid. This person instantly killed two of his brothers, and one of them was still a half-step yin and yang.

It can be seen that the strength of this robe old man is already the limit of terror, and it is not the existence that he can compete with.

It is a flee, I am afraid that there is no way to escape.

Nowadays, the disciple of the fabulous door wants to live. In addition to asking the old man of the robes to put himself on a path of life, I am afraid that there is no other way.

Soon, the old man of the robes walked to the front of the disciples and looked at the disciples who had kept pleading for mercy, and their eyes were slightly pity.

"Predecessors, the seniors spared me!" The disciples of the generations have faced the threat of death. They have already burst into tears, and his voice is full of fear of the bones.

"Predecessors, the kid has eyes that don't know your honor, offends you, I know the wrong, I really know what's wrong! I beg you a predecessor, I am only fifteen years old this year, I am not sensible, I am dull. I beg you to be a senior, let me go..."

"Ugh."

Looking at the disciples who were pleading in front of them, the old man in the robes shook his head slightly, and sighed helplessly: "Why the world is like this. Only when you have a big disaster knows that you are wrong, you will bow your head and admit your mistake."

"Predecessors... I was wrong with my predecessors, I am still young, I am not sensible... I want my predecessors to let me live a life..." The last remaining disciple, the body keeps shaking, fear has already brought him at this moment. Devouring.

"Look up."

The old man in the robes said.

Hearing this statement, the boy slowly looked up, his eyes were red, his eyes were full of fearful colors, and he looked at the old man in front of him with great anxiety. At this moment, his face was long gone, and the rest was Only fear and despair.

"You said that the deity has spared you. If you are not as good as you, you are not killed by you." The old man of the robes looked at the disciple of the door.

"Predecessors, I really know that I am wrong... I am wrong... I am only fifteen years old, I am not sensible..."

(End of this chapter)