Chapter 817

What is the identity of Wang Xu?

Red star doesn't know.

Although, he also felt that the man who called himself "holy devil" in front of him was a liar, a man from the lower world, and became the little Lord of the temple behind the eyes of indifference. It was simply unbelievable and impossible.

And, coincidentally!

What a coincidence!

What's more, there's a contradiction between what the holy devil said before and after. If Wang Xu is the little Lord of the temple, he said at the beginning, why did he have to say that after Chi cangyue said that with his will to die?

Many doubts, can not help Red Star crazy not doubt.

However, on the other hand, the Holy Spirit's attitude is too strong. It seems that the other side is not afraid of death.

What's more, the youngest son of Zhao Shijie, a general of the Southern Town, and the child relationship set by Chen's government are not generally known.

True and false, false and true, let Red Star crazy did not dare to make the final decision easily.

"I don't know, but he didn't care about the blood essence of the great emperor. He gave it to me." Red cangyue shakes her head faintly. Her eyes toward the holy devil twinkle slightly. Her heart is also full of doubts.

At first, she thought Wang Xu was the devil. However, after observing for so long, the holy devil's completely different power breath and attack means.

She can be sure that the holy devil is definitely not Wang Xu.

However, the style of the other party is a little like Wang Xu.

Red cangyue doesn't understand, but she knows that the holy devil is absolutely related to Wang Xu and has no malice to her.

If she had known this, she would not have been so impulsive before, and she would have left with the holy devil.

On the other side.

In the eyes of all.

Liu Zhaolong step by step to the devil.

"If I were you, I would have chosen to leave wisely just now, instead of pretending to be paralyzed, so as to attack me secretly. Hehe, isn't it uncomfortable that the attack failed? " Liu Zhaolong stares at the holy devil playfully and says with a grim smile:

"Keep this kind of unhappiness, let you more unhappiness things are still behind, I won't kill you soon, I will leave your last breath, let you see me and red cangyue get married with your own eyes!"

With that, Liu Zhaolong's eyes flashed and suddenly asked, "by the way, the holy devil is not your name. What's your real name? Wang Xu

He wanted to take the devil by surprise.

Unfortunately, at this time, the holy devil acted according to his own instinct. There was only one instruction in his mind, that is, to kill Liu Zhaolong.

Therefore, unlike Liu Zhaolong's nonsense, the holy devil has no nonsense.

Whew! Whew!

In a flash, dozens of red and black huge spikes burst out of the ground, turned into a storm, and shot at Liu Zhaolong from all directions.

See.

Liu Zhaolong has no interest in nonsense, and his sword suddenly turns into air.

The edge of the sword rips open the air and suddenly brings a sharp hiss. The cold edge of the sword appears out of thin air. In the twinkling of an eye, it rips open the red and black spikes that come from all around.

A clear sword mark is left in the void, just a sword at random, as if directly tearing the space, leaving a visible scar between heaven and earth.

The huge, sharp and dazzling sword spirit constantly rushes out, hovers and transforms from the body of the sword. Even if the terrible sword spirit is separated by tens of meters, it also makes many martial arts masters around feel numb. Subconsciously, they retreat madly, as if they would die if they don't retreat.

Terror!

This is the inferior artifact!

In the distance, chifengxing, the subordinate wuzun of the Chijia family, only felt his scalp numb and stepped back to avoid the pressure of the sword.

The Marquis's house in the hinterland of the dynasty is really not simple. Any ordinary son can have such luxury equipment with him.

Just this sword can match the value of an inferior wuzun, right?

The gap between Chijia and Wucheng Houfu is too big. It's no wonder that chixing maniac, the owner of the family, will trade chicangyue as a bargaining chip.

It's not the Red Star maniac who is weak, but the power of a marquis's house. It's too terrible. It's not the red family that can offend.

Keng!

The speed of this sword is so fast that it almost reaches the neck of the holy devil in a twinkling of an eye. There are dozens of red and black wooden spikes that can easily pierce rocks and steel. However, even Liu Zhaolong's body can't get close to it, so it is smashed by the sword's awn that swings away automatically.

I see.

Next second.

The holy devil will be cut by the sword edge and die, but he still stands in the same place and seems to have no reaction at all.

"Move

This second, red cangyue silver teeth bite together, hands pinch fist, fundus is all anxious.

In her side, red star crazy slowly shook his head, in his view, at this time, the devil has lost all opportunities, will die.

Such a fast sword, such a close distance, even he could not escape. Time, too much wasted.

But just then.

When everyone thinks the devil will die.

"Click!"

Liu Zhaolong's sword edge, without any pause across the devil's neck, his head was instantly cut in half.

However, the strange thing is that there is not any blood in it. There are only countless entangled and wriggling red and black objects, which are similar to blood vessels and wood silk skin.

"You're dead!"

That is, at this moment, the holy devil, who has been silent, suddenly spits out three words.

And after these three words came to the ground.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

Liu Zhaolong's long sword, an inferior spirit weapon, almost runs through the holy devil's neck. The sharp awn carried on the sword is like a small sword cutting the holy devil's body madly.

If you are a normal person, even if you are a high-ranking wuzun, at this time, you have lost your life and you can't die any more. But now, the holy devil is still strong and indifferent, standing there.

On the contrary, Liu Zhaolong seems to be stiff, standing in front of the devil, motionless, seems to become a freeze frame.

Dozens of red and black spikes, thick and thin as chopsticks, are intertwined with each other. I don't know when they have penetrated through Liu Zhaolong's chest. They are like a red and black cannibal flower in full bloom, ferocious and bloody.

This, this

What's going on?

Everyone is stupid.

terrified.

Next second.

"My son!"

Liu Zun finally responded, and his roar broke the silence.

He thought that Liu Zhaolong's sword could not be stopped and reacted by the holy devil.

So, he thought, the devil will die!

However, no matter what he thought, he didn't think that the holy devil's head was about to fall, and he was still alive.

Weird!

It's so weird!

All this, there is only one possibility, that is, the devil is not a real person!

However, although the breath of the holy devil is a little strange, it is no different from that of the flesh and blood living man. As a high-ranking warrior, Liu Zun knows much more about organ beasts and puppets than ordinary warriors.

But even he didn't find the devil wrong.

It is the power of Wu Zun to separate himself, and it also needs the help of the flesh of living people.