Chapter 2287

"Don't make sarcastic remarks. It's us who are wrong. We look down upon others with a dog's eye. As long as we can live, we can do anything in the sky."

At this time, there were many people who swore and prayed in silence.

They put their hopes on Lingxiao.

Of course, there are also people who are dismissive of Lingxiao.

For example, tianfengtuan, such as Baxian Mountain.

Tianfeng group sent members of the Golden League, while Baxian Mountain sent disciples to mount Baxian.

But only one person was sent.

Chen fengxiao is a member of the golden group of the Tianfeng group. The Eight Immortals' disciple of Baxian Mountain is the sand sculpture.

In their view, the only evil shadow gate, as long as these two hands, will be easily destroyed.

However, Chen fengxiao and the sand sculpture did not immediately move when Wang Peng led them to the underground city.

There were meaningful sneers on both faces.

"You don't have to help. Lingxiao is alone. You are not the opponent of the demon emissary."

Wang Peng cried out in a hurry.

"Shut up!"

Wang Peng was knocked unconscious by the sand sculpture.

"It's ridiculous. I haven't heard that heroes always appear at the last moment? Even if we want to do it, we have to wait for those people in Baxian county city to die more, so that those despicable guys will be grateful to us

The sand sculpture sneered.

"Yes."

Chen Feng smile also nodded, a face of indifference.

The lives of ordinary warriors are insignificant to them.

In fact, they want to see Lingxiao killed by the demon emissary, and then let them do it.

In this way, the influence will be greater.

Both of them, at the same time, look at the battlefield over there.

Although the sky to the moon and meteor step with the thunder and lightning fighting body, can with the magic envoy circle.

But after a period of time, he was still suppressed to a corner by the huge blood ghost of the demon emissary.

"Run away? Why don't you run away? Your body method is really good, but it's a pity. In this world, it's not good to have body method alone. Maybe I'm the killer of you martial arts masters who are good at body method. "

The demon emissary looked at the sky coldly, and a proud expression appeared on his face.

Although several attacks did not hit Lingxiao, but relying on the familiarity with the terrain, Lingxiao was trapped in the corner of the wall. At this time, Lingxiao had no chance at all.

"It's all over, boy, dying, and if you're willing to tell the truth and who you really are, I may spare you."

The magic envoy said faintly.

"Neuropathy, I have said many times, I am Lingxiao, a disciple of heixian mountain in Baxian Mountain!"

There is no good air way in the sky.

"If you're stubborn, you'll die. The next move is my strongest move, and it's also a move made by accumulating blood for many years. It's a great honor for you to use it to send you on the road."

With sarcasm and anger, behind the demon emissary, there is a virtual image holding a huge sickle.

The shadow was covered in a black cloak, and the whole body looked like a skeleton. Only those eyes, flashing blood red light, seemed to be able to attract people.

"The God of death! This is the martial spirit given to me by our headmaster. It is as powerful as the nine dragon spirits and the twelve immortal spirits of the ancient times

While the demon emissary spoke, a huge red sickle appeared on his hand.

On the blade, the cold light twinkles, and the strength keeps gathering.

"I'm really glad to meet you. But you, the spirit of death, should be a fake made by your sect leader. Although it's very powerful, it's a pity that it can't be compared with the nine ancient dragon spirits."

Lingxiao has a Taiji eye. You can see that the spirit of the demon emissary is not the real one, but an imitation made by a very powerful technology.

Although the soul is not the only one.

Many people can have the same spirit, but there are also some, very special, they are the only one, there is no second.

For example, the nine ancient dragon spirits, the twelve immortal spirits, and the death spirits, etc.

Of course, there is also the spirit of overlord.

If you want to get these spirits, you have to die.

"If you dare to blaspheme the reward of the headmaster, you can't be punished!"

The demon emissary was very angry and angry. He dared to say that his soul was a fake, which was unacceptable to him.

His breath, become more strange and powerful.

"Lingxiao, you go quickly. I believe that with your strength, you can escape successfully. Don't worry about me. Go!"

Ling Jiaojiao wants to believe her brother Lingxiao very much.

But the cruel reality in front of her told her that Lingxiao really refused, that was the opponent of this demon envoy.

She didn't want to hurt Lingxiao because of herself, so she roared hysterically.The cry has been heard all over the earth.

"I've never done anything about leaving my relatives behind and running away by myself. I haven't done it before and will not happen in the future!

And I will never die

Ling Jiaojiao only heard such a sentence, and then saw the magic envoy launched the attack on Lingxiao.

Blood is shining.

The shadow of the sky seems to be engulfed by the great God of death.

"That boy is dead, shall we

He looked at the sand sculpture with a slight smile.

"Your disciples of Baxian Mountain are useless, too. I had expected him to seriously injure the demon envoy before he died, so that we can deal with it more easily."

Chen Feng laughs and sneers, breaking through the air.

"That boy is not worthy to be a disciple of the evil shadow gate!"

The sand sculpture snorted coldly and rushed out at the same time.

These two people are very powerful.

The breath of terror, every one is better than that demon emissary.

When the two of them appeared on the big screen, many people forgot the existence of Lingxiao and became extremely excited.

"It's Chen Feng laughing!"

"It's a sand sculpture!"

"That's great. Tianfeng regiment and Baxian Mountain have finally sent experts. With them, we can finally be saved."

"The performance of Lingxiao is pretty good. It's a pity that he died. After he died, he could be named the hero of Baxian county."

"Ha ha, that's what I said. No matter how I say it, I've tried my best, although I haven't done anything."

"What are you talking about? Lingxiao is a waste that can't help himself. If you know that the evil shadow sect does such a thing, you should report it to Baxian Mountain instead of taking advantage of it.

I deserve to die. "

"Yes, you deserve to die!"

Most of the people who said such heartless words were from the Zhou and Shen families, as well as some disciples of the Baxian Mountain who were related to the Sha family, and people from the Tianfeng group.

They thought that Lingxiao was a waste who was greedy and rash. It not only had no credit, but also ruined the reputation of Baxian Mountain.

Dead are cheap skyscrapers.

"Sickle of death - bloodthirsty!"

There was a big bang and the big screen seemed to shake for it.

The demon emissary not only wrapped the sky with terrible blood light, but also released a terrible attack.

A huge sickle power, directly cut to the sky just stood that position.

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