Chapter 908: Chapter 535: The Brisk Autumn Air Invites Murder (Final)
The originally weak and endangered expression gradually retracted, as he lowered his head, placed his hand on the nearby three-legged cauldron, and slowly stood up.
This pitch-black man lowered his head, looking calmly at his left hand.
Only four fingers remained.
In the depths of his Heart Lake, a Dragon Carp dived into the abyss, only to be devoured by a ferocious Evil Flood Dragon.
Then.
The Evil Flood Dragon transformed into a dragon, demonic flames overwhelming the sky, and it began to devour other Evil Flood Dragons!
One per breath.
The one-armed Confucian Scholar raised his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“What are you doing? Seeking death! How dare you!!”
An elder with acute senses noticed something, his mind quaking, angrily scolding the one-armed Confucian Scholar standing motionless.
Yet under his feet.
He stepped back one step… two steps… three steps…
The one-armed Confucian Scholar suddenly opened his eyes.
These were blood-red eyes.
The blood-eyed Confucian Scholar raised his hand, opened his mouth, and bit off the bothersome broken middle finger on his left hand, chewing it before swallowing.
The blood-soaked four fingers clenched into a fist once more.
He felt it.
Felt the power between this “Four-fingered Fist.”
He was a cultivated Martial Artist.
He had… nine breaths.
The blood-eyed Confucian Scholar stepped ten zhang forward, arriving before Qin Jianfu, throwing a straight punch to the face, causing the elder to fly backward and crash heavily into the Dragon Coffin.
He coughed up blood incessantly, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground beside him.
Zhao Rong stepped forward in front of Qin Jianfu.
There was still an autumn wind leaking from within the Dragon Coffin behind him.
Murder
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PS: Brothers, refresh at one in the morning, there’s a little more after.
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Beside a Heart Lake, the Purple-clothed Sword Spirit, who was hugging knees, suddenly stood up, face! It is the face! Zhao Rong had pre-applied Whale Song Amber to his face! Then intentionally provoked Qin Jianfu, subtly guiding the elder to ‘return the favor with his own method,’ using fierce flames to destroy his appearance! Subsequently, the Whale Song Amber mixed with blood and filth on his face was ignited, causing Qin Jianfu to inadvertently inhale it along with the aroma of Zhao Rong’s roasted flesh …
Even Gui couldn’t help but feel an emotional surge at this moment, and just then, in its peripheral vision, the dark cyan glaze-colored Dragon Carp spiraling along the alert line had disappeared…
In the Great Hall, the atmosphere was deathly silent.
The elder whose Golden Core had been ‘extinguished’ was thrown into a panic, seemingly perceiving some movement, and like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, he suddenly raised his head.
In his sight, the figure that had been collapsed in the southeastern corner slowly stood up.
“What… what have you done!? What is this song!” Qin Jianfu was immensely enraged.
At this moment, the young Confucian Scholar, who had been moaning in pain on the ground, seemed to be suddenly replaced by another person.
The originally weak and endangered expression gradually retracted, as he lowered his head, placed his hand on the nearby three-legged cauldron, and slowly stood up.
This pitch-black man lowered his head, looking calmly at his left hand.
Only four fingers remained.
of the one-armed Confucian Scholar roared in anger.
Yet under his feet.
Bite off the bothersome broken middle finger on his left hand, chewing it before swallowing.
The blood-soaked four fingers clenched into a fist once more.
He felt it.
Felt the power between this “Four-fingered Fist.”
Cultivated Martial Artist.
The blood-eyed Confucian Scholar stepped ten zhang forward like.
The originally weak and endangered expression gradually retracted, as he lowered his head, placed his hand on the nearby three-legged cauldron, and slowly stood up.
This pitch-black man lowered his head, looking calmly at his left hand.
Only four fingers remained.
of the one-armed Confucian Scholar roared in anger. Like.
The originally weak and endangered expression gradually retracted, as he lowered his head, placed his hand on the nearby three-legged cauldron, and slowly stood up.
This pitch-black man lowered his head, looking calmly at his left hand.
Only four fingers remained.
of the one-armed Confucian Scholar roared in anger.
Yet under his feet.
Yet under his feet.