Chapter 605

He was beaten away?

He was punched and flew!

How is that possible!

Kou Qingtong's blankness and anger turned into a wildfire and began to burn wildly!

He let out a roar like a beast, bounced up from the ground, kicked his feet on the stone wall of the Tianmen gate, and flew back to the palace!

The stones and dust in the straight pit bounced with the sound of Peng.

The sky gate rattled and slowly began to collapse, and the cloud floated into the sky.

Kou Qingtong came back faster than he went.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the sky, pulled down a piece of morning glow, turned it into a piece of blood light, and smashed it down.

Even in March, the sleeves were light, rolled down a cloud, turned into a sea of flowers, and greeted them.

Every bloodstain in those blood lights was Kou Qingtong's fist.

Every flower in the sea is the fist of March.

Fist meets fist.

Killing intention is opposite to killing intention.

The morning glow reflects the sea of flowers.

Different red.

Blood red（ Grimace)

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Even March and Kou Qingtong can no longer be seen in the Palace Square. Only the strong wind and blood are seen.

The thunder sounded again, and then it never stopped.

The air wave swept the gravel and hit the palace wall, making a sound like a rainstorm.

The vermilion palace wall, which was peeling off, was instantly full of holes, like the beach after the rain. It looked very sad.

Those gravel like rain and arrows also attacked the palace. The ministers hid back in the palace one after another. Ping Yongjia closed the window as quickly as possible, put down the tea cup and protected his face.

Well nine didn't move. He looked over there quietly.

Jin and Niu worship sat on the ground with their knees closed and their faces pale, trying to maintain the operation of the Imperial City array and avoid these two peerless murderers from destroying everything here.

At the most dangerous moment, Tan Zhenzhen waved his sleeves and passed a pure Zhenyuan into the stone pillar to stabilize the array.

I don't know how long it took. Without warning, the thunder stopped and the wind stopped.

There is a gap in the morning glow, which is more beautiful.

Even March stood opposite Kou Qingtong, still several miles away.

Kou Qingtong kept panting. His body was full of blood. Looking at Lian March, his eyes were full of confusion and asked, "why do you carry it like this?"

Even in March, the situation was obviously much better. The black hair danced in the wind, but there was a bloodshot on the corner of the lips and said, "that's because you're too weak."

Kou Qingtong's eyes flashed a cruel intention and said, "that's because you haven't seen my real cruel side!"

Even March suddenly looked slightly changed and stretched out his right hand to catch a falling petal.

The peach flower that she inserted at her temples finally dropped a petal.

Looking at the petals in her palm, her face showed a touch of pity, and then her eyes became colder, or ruthless.

Kou Qingtong felt some palpitations inexplicably. The previous battle was so fierce that the peach blossom was inserted in her temples. Did she not try her best?

Lian March looked up at him and said, "do you know what I was like when I was really cruel?"

With these words, she opened her arms, stretched out her white jade like hands from her sleeves, palms up and aimed at the sky.

The sea of clouds began to churn, and the morning clouds were torn to pieces by a huge invisible force, moving towards the four fields, just like the blood flowing slowly from the roof.

The sky became bluer, and then gradually became a faint blue, as if it was a little closer to the ground.

The palms of March sank slightly.

If the two pictures are linked together, it will even make people feel that the sky is falling on her palm.

Looking at this picture, Kou Qingtong gave a strange cry and stepped back without hesitation.

The question is, how can people walk under the sky between heaven and earth, and how can they escape?

Thousands of faint lines appeared in the blue sky.

Every line is the fist of March.

In a few breath, she blew out more than 3000 punches!

Kou Qingtong is worthy of being the only surviving strongman of the blood devil sect. He can defend against such a violent attack.

But defense is useless.

As Lian said in March, as long as she starts to make real moves, she can't fight back against convenience!

Blood demon sect secret method, rou!

Zhongzhou sect Taoism, scattered!

In a very short period of time, Kou Qingtong showed all his accomplishments of more than a thousand years. I don't know how many lost secret and unique skills keep appearing, but they have no meaning at all.

Because he just can't stop those fists like the sky!

A loud bang!

Even March's fist was drawn from the blue sky, like a dragon pulling out and crashing down on Kou Qingtong's head. Kou Qingtong's breath soared with blood, and his palms closed upward, barely blocking the punch. With a click, he knelt on one knee to the ground. The knee that was stronger than the magic weapon broke instantly, and the ground also broke, forming a cobweb hundreds of feet around. Time stopped at this moment. The sound also disappeared. No matter the trembling eunuchs and pale secret guards on the other side of the palace wall, or the dignified ministers in the hall, they all kept their original posture and did not move. This is the time flow rate difference caused by the great difference of velocity. Even in March, I looked back at Jing Jiu, showing a childlike innocent smile, thinking that now you can't catch up with me. Then she turned her head and looked at Kou Qingtong. Her smile gradually faded. It was like looking at a dead man and banging it again with her fist. Kou Qingtong's realm cultivation is really profound. When everything in the palace is at a standstill, he can still move. But his speed was still slow. His hands had just withdrawn from his head and there was no time to stop in front of him. Looking at the fist getting closer and closer, a feeling of shock, anger and helplessness appeared in his eyes Kou Qingtong flew out again. Same as last time. Simple. Like everything in the world. Even the route is the same. It's the same ditch. He still flew out of the gap in the palace wall. When the imperial city is rebuilt in the future, he can at least save some money. Yingtianmen, which has collapsed and is slowly toppling, was hit directly by his body again and fell down. This time, Kou Qingtong didn't stop, but continued to go to the south. He flew a long distance and hit the wall heavily before he finally stopped. A big hole was opened in the city wall, revealing the space inside. The officials of the Qingtian division who were maintaining the forbidden array looked here in amazement and looked slightly changed. Kou Qingtong was lying among the rubble on the ground. His body had been seriously deformed. There was blood everywhere. There were faint light spots in his blood and his eyes were lax. But he was so badly hurt that he didn't turn into a light spot on the spot and died. A huge shadow shrouded the city wall. Three Valley leaders of Zhongzhou sect broke the wind and looked at the people in the forbidden array and shouted: "no one is allowed to move, or they will be killed!" They approached the ruins and were ready to take Kou Qingtong back to Yunchuan. Just then, a flute sounded. The sound of the flute is as melodious as water, and like the reflection of willow branches on the water, but it is full of killing intention. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.