Chapter 990： Saint August kills the master and provokes Jiang Tian

"Three, two, one!"

He barely gave Fan Qiling the time to think about it and shot in the blink of an eye.

哐 Dang!

He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the marble floor exploded.

People have risen like a tiger, like a cannonball traversing the sky, storming towards Fan Qilong.

"St. Augustine, you are bullying you"

Fan Qiling retreated, roaring, shaking his hands, and grabbing at Saint August.

The black mist filled his hands, and the smell was stinking. The black mist condensed into a shadow of serpents and he could not swallow.

The crooked fingernails also became dark, flashing with a dazzling cold light, grabbed toward Saint August.

Bang!

The two collided, as if the thunder exploded, and a flash of lightning struck out of thin air. The shocking explosion could be heard throughout the ten-mile radius of Wuzhen.

The drizzle instantly turned into white steam, and the dark clouds seemed to be blown away by the gods, exposing a clear blue sky, and their bright eyes poured down.

But Fan Qilong snorted and was picked out by Saint August for hundreds of meters.

Fan Qilong fell into the mud like a dead dog, his clothes ragged and torn, hanging on his body like a rag, revealing the skin with aging spots, and the large and smooth braids were also messed up. The shawl was scattered, his face was gray, and there was no original It's so high in the world!

The audience was dead.

"Guo Shi lost so badly!"

The eyes of Jin Zixuan and the Nalan family were frightened, as if they were falling into an ice cellar, shivering!

"Broken, broken hand"

Fan Qiling screamed screaming, blood stained his hands, fleshy skin, broken bones and broken nails.

He is best at kung fu at hand, but at this time, he broke power in a second, I am afraid that he can no longer perform repairs.

"What? The old state teacher was even outnumbered?"

Nalanli and others were shocked and pale, and couldn't believe it. In their minds, the old masters existed like gods.

"In the beginning, Fan Qilong was defeated by this man!" Nalan Bo didn't have much surprise, he shook his head and sighed.

"Jin Zixuan, are you still not kneeling? It is your glory to surrender to the Holy See! Or let me unscrew your head!"

St. August's eyes were arrogant, aggressive and full of murderous looks.

Jin Zixuan was so frightened that his legs were weak and he shrank back, just like his ancestors.

"My husband fights with you!"

Fan Qilong snarled, using his full strength, and raged again, like a black wind that swept towards Saint Augustus.

Although he is a kind of man, he is truly loyal to his master.

As a courtier, the king is worried and tortured, and the king is disgraced, and he has to fight regardless of life and death.

However, St. Auguste reached out with a big hand, and a holy light permeated the fan, directly shooting Fan Qilong!

A large hand like an iron clamp, grasping his throat tightly, lifting him up like an eagle grabbing a chick!

"The ants! Remember, in front of me, you are ridiculous, just the weak ants!"

St. August sneered, and then slammed Fan Jiang on the ground like a rag.

Bang!

The marble floor cracked again a large hole.

Fan Qilong made a scream, his face was like gold paper, and it was dark, and a blood arrow was sprayed out of his mouth.

"Mr. Qing Dynasty? Sorry, you are too weak!"

Saint August's face taunted, and his right foot was raised high and suddenly slumped.

Click!

The sternum is broken.

Blood spurted out like an arrow, and Fan Qilong's chest was pierced by his foot.

But Fan Qiling was not dead, after all, he was also a strong man of the earth, and his blood was relatively strong.

His pupils spread like a fish out of water, and he opened his mouth and gasped, instead of spitting blood.

"Man Tsinghua Xia's first strongman is simply weak!"

St. August smiled, and stepped on Fan Qilong's head.

boom!

Fan Qilong's head exploded like a fragile watermelon, red and white, scattered and scattered, and how far was the hair braid carried by a brain.

"Oh my goodness!"

Just feeling that his face was hot, Jin Zixuan touched his hand and touched a slick eyeball. His knees softened, his body twitched, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.

"This is the first person in Huaxia. There is rubbish!"

Saint Augusta was so pleased that he laughed.

"Okay, okay, the people of the Manchu royal family, the Nalan family that protects the dragon, I can't take it easy, you all kneel, surrender, be loyal to the Holy See, and sincerely atone for sin. guilty!"

auzw.com Dead silence!

The audience was dead.

Anger, but silent silence. The grand master of the Qing Dynasty, but was trampled to death with such a kick!

But at the same time, a feeling of helplessness and despair rose in the hearts of everyone!

It was the Qing dynasty teacher ’s ridge, earth fairy, who was instantly killed by him. Who can be the opponent!

"Jiangtian, please help and save our Nalan family!"

At this time, Nalanli and others were terrified, shaking with trembling, looking at Jiang Tian for help.

Nalan Qinghe even knelt down to Jiang Tian.

If you do n’t submit, you have a dead end. If you want to surrender, it ’s not a big laugh.

After all, they are the guardian of the dragon, and they have their own dignity! Only Jiang Tian shot!

"Why should I help you?" Jiang Tian didn't take a look.

"Don't you die? We are relatives after all"

Nalan was pitiful and authentic.

"Why should I save? When did you treat us as relatives?"

Jiang Tian snorted quietly, "Don't you want to leave Nalan's house?"

Jiang Tian asked with a sound geology: "Aren't you threatening me? You want me to surrender to the Jin family? Oh, the Jin family is very strong, and the old master is very strong. Go and seek him for protection!"

"you!"

Nalan Qinghe and others were stunned, panic-stricken, and regretful.

I didn't expect Jiang Tian to be so heartless, turning his face to deny people. But thinking about it, Jiang Tian didn't seem to be wrong.

Nalan Bo also sighed, very helpless.

Originally, these children offended Jiang Tian yesterday, and today they did not speak badly, how can they blame Jiang Tian?

Nalan Qinghe and several other juniors finally couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down at Saint Augustine.

"What are you doing? The dignity of protecting the dragon! Do you want to **** me off?"

Nalanbo didn't expect a few grandchildren to be so disappointed.

"Grandpa, it's important to save your life, you have no life, and what dignity can you say!" Nalan Qinghe frowned.

Nalan Bo wants to say something.

Suddenly, many complex emotions such as anger, unwillingness, and humiliation flashed on Jin Zixuan's face, but eventually she knelt straight and even nodded her head for mercy.

"Dad, you're right, the royal family is out of luck, the real dragon is gone, what dragon do we care for! What kind of dignity to protect the dragon!"

Nalan smiled fiercely, shamelessly shameless, and worshiped in the direction of Saint Augustine.

Others followed the worship.

For a moment, the audience kneeled down.

Only Jiang Tians and Nalandu are still standing there.

Seeing this, Nalan beat a sorrowful and tragic expression, and laughed madly: "If a person is not afraid of death, why is he afraid of death!"

His eyes were sorrowful and desperate: "Haha, the death of Daqing has long been doomed! What luck has been broken and the dragon veins have been destroyed, all nonsense!"

"Just because of one point, decay and faint, soft and weak, too disappointing!"

"The hidden royal family is kneeling at me! It's so cool!"

Seeing this, Saint Augustine was very happy and laughed arrogantly:

"No wonder your Chinese people are known as the sick men of East Asia. The practice methods of Chinese people are also vulnerable! Haha, it really makes me look down!"

"However, in my eyes, you are just a group of ants. I don't kill you! You just need to let the world know that the Holy See is powerful!"

"Yu Huaxia, with a history of 5,000 years, countless strangers and strangers, and magical powers, so how can you be a miscellaneous person!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, but it was Jiang Tian stepping forward, slamming St. August.

"Jiantian, don't mess around!"

Nalan Bo was shocked and twitched Jiang Tian.

It is rumored that Jiang Tian was seriously injured during the battle with Ye Tianren, who performed a reversal of space-time swordsmanship.

Of course, according to Nalanli and others, Jiang Tian can still display some spiritual powers, but this does not mean that Jiang Tian can compete with Saint Augustine.

If Jiang Tian dies by death, who will the Nalan family rely on in the future.

If Jiang Tian died unconsciously, how could he explain to Qing'er's mother after driving Hexi himself?

"Jiang Taichu, you are crazy! Give me kneel and give up!"

Jin Zixuan turned his head and shouted, his eyes seemed to eat people.

Right now everyone is kneeling and surrendering, bear the burden of humiliation, and finally get a glimmer of vitality.

However, due to the fierce flames of Saint August, and his murderous personality, he will definitely be angered. He will not kill Jiang Tian, ​​and he will even kill all the people present!

"Jiang Taichu, are you sick! Just now we begged you, and you didn't take the shot, and now foreigners have promised to let us go, but you dogs are nosy about the rat!"

Narantu and others growled in a low voice.

Nalan Qinghe and others were embarrassed and hesitated to pull Jiang Tian back.