Chapter 589

"Bewitch the public with evil words!"

There are many diehards who belong to bibidong in the hall of martial spirit. If Wang Jian means something, they all know who they are talking about.

"Whew!"

Several long green needles suddenly burst into the air, and the speed was astonishing.

Under the capture of seeing and hearing, these long green needles have no place to hide. Wang Jian waves his hand lightly, and his surging soul power sweeps these long green needles to one side.

Bang!

These seemingly small long needles fell to the ground, and there was a low roar, which blew out several big pits with a diameter of five or six meters.

"Tut..."

Wang Jian couldn't help but tut softly, and looked up at the gloomy Title Douluo in the camp of wuhundian.

"Long needle... Are you the Asia invincible?"

The title Douluo, with a cold face, hummed: "what Eastern is invincible, my name is XiMenqing!"

Wang Jian's face was stunned. At last, he said strangely: "Ximen Qing? It's much better than the invincible. "

He sighed in his heart that there are so many talents in the mainland.

No one can understand the pleasure of Wang Jian's words. Seeing the expression of doubts or frowns of the people around him, he became a little dispirited.

"Thousand Ren snow."

He looked at Qianren snow again and said in a relaxed tone.

"Let Qiandao flow out. I know that he must have recovered. If he doesn't recover, you don't have the strength to fight against us."

Qianren Snow's golden eyes moved, slowly said: "since you know this, why do you lead the army to come."

"What cards do you have?"

"Is it the horrible soul gun before?"

Wang Jian gently smile, do not deny, said: "you will know."

Later, he looked at Wuhun city.

The 80 meter high city wall is majestic and spectacular. It looks like an indestructible mountain range. On the top of the Wuhun City, the flag of the Wuhun hall is fluttering in the wind, and the soul division of the Wuhun hall is ready.

In the city, countless people walked out of their houses and looked up at the sky, with resentment, anger and fear in their eyes.

The people who can live in the Wuhun city are basically the crazy believers of the Wuhun hall. In other words, these people are willing to accompany the Wuhun hall to die even when the Wuhun hall is about to be destroyed!

On the holy mountain in the center, there is a golden light on the statue of angel God, which is God's gift to mortals.

"Thousand streams, don't they come out yet?"

Wang Jian's loud voice spread all over the city and into everyone's ears.

The voice fell, a little silent.

A figure suddenly appeared on the holy mountain. He was wearing a gorgeous robe of gold and white. The word "elegant" could fit perfectly on him.

Behind, the white wings dance, as if there is a sacred shadow standing.

Qian Daoliu fell in front of Wang Jian and others. Looking at the mighty team behind him, he could not help sighing.

"Premier Wang, we meet again."

"I've seen the old Pope."

Wang Jian saluted with a smile. His manners were standard and he looked respectful. He looked like an admiring junior.

"Is there really no solution?"

He asked, looking at Wang Jian with his silver eyes.

"You can look at them behind me. There is no way to resolve the national hatred and family hatred!"

"Alas..."

Qian Daoliu sighed, looked at the dark night and said, "Sir, please."

Whew!

The next second, two figures soared into the sky.

The two most powerful men broke through the nine heavy clouds and began to fight on the ten thousand meter sky. Just a common fight caused a shock in space, and the vast clouds disappeared in the terrible fluctuation of soul power.

In the blink of an eye, the sky with white clouds changed to cloudless.

And below, the eyes of the strong on both sides also look at each other.

Whether right or wrong, now they are standing at the intersection of life and death, any hesitation will let them fall into the endless abyss.

"Kill

In this tense and dignified atmosphere, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

This marks the beginning of this world war!

The strongmen of Wuhun Temple quickly intercepted the title Douluo of the Allied forces five miles away from Wuhun city to ensure that their fighting would not affect the safety of Wuhun city.

On the vast plain and the vast sky, tens of Title touluo began to scuffle.

On the plain, you can see the blue phosphorus snake king wrestling with the diamond mammoth, and the netherworld cheetah fighting with the White Tiger

In the sky, Tyrannosaurus Rex and red moon bat fight together. Golden Dragon and golden Mirs bite each other

Wang Jian and Qian Renxue look at each other.

"I've been promoted to the title of Douluo..."

Through the eye of exploration, Wang Jian can see qianrenxue's strength now. The girl's existence has become a title Douluo level existence.

"What a monster

Wang Jian can't help sighing. If the leading group doesn't have a lucky bonus, how can they catch up with the one in front of them?

If you remember correctly, this one is only 30 years old now.

Before that, the youngest Title Douluo was Tang Hao, but even Tang Hao entered the title Douluo realm in his 40s.

If he doesn't have a system, he will not be able to achieve anything.

"Since you stay here, are you ready to deal with me? You should understand the strength gap between us? "

"Of course, but not without a fight."

Qianren Snow's face was calm and her tone was calm.

Wang Jian looked around, it seems that there is no title, Douluo stay here to protect Qianren snow.

This is obviously abnormal.

With the function and status of Qianren snow, the martial spirit hall can't be so relieved to leave her here.

And... He didn't see the people in his mind.

Wang Jian quietly glanced at the direction of Wu Soul City, and his mouth turned slightly.

Are you ready to set yourself up?

It's a pity

Wang Jian's hand suddenly and quickly made a seal, and the dark runes trickled down his arm like ink and spread to the ground.

Qian Renxue's face changed. After stretching out her hand, she had an angel sword with a golden red flame in her hand. The flame on the sword was burning and leaping, hot and bright coexisting.

"Shua!"

With the light wave of Qianren snow, the golden red flame instantly diffused to the whole sky, and quickly rushed to Wang Jian.

Wang Jian got up and stepped back to escape, but he looked relaxed.

On the ground, nine figures rose from the ground with the spread of black incantation.

Their skin is gray and black, and their faces are expressionless, just cold puppets.

When the puppet appeared, Wang Jian's face flashed a strange pale color. His soul power consumption was too big.

"Kill

Qian Renxue, who has been staring at Wang Jian all the time, suddenly opens her mouth and drinks. Several ordinary soul masters in Wuhun city suddenly jump up and kill Wang Jian.