Although this is the fierceness of Jiang Zhiguang, but Oriental Mo always felt that if he did not do something, his heart was a little too reluctant to go, and in response to that sentence, I did not kill Bo Ren, but Buren died because of me...

Jiang Zhiguang looked at the Oriental ink in an incredible way, it is impossible to understand why Oriental ink for the purpose of the spirit and their own hands, but, looking at this surface of the appearance, the brutal guy inside, the Oriental ink is too lazy to explain, because he will not understand!

The jade sword in his hand had just fallen toward his wrist, and a distant voice sounded in the void: "Oriental ink friend and stop!"

Oriental ink can sense that this person is still far away, but Jiang Zhiguang, who has been suppressed by himself, is excited, can't care about the Oriental ink in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Master save me!"

Humming, just hit the disciple, Master arrived, this Zonglin school is really enough to protect the calf, Oriental Mo silently in the heart, but did not converge a little.

But an instant stay, a tall figure, wearing a blue shirt, fell not far from the Oriental ink, this person's long hair naturally hanging in the back of the head, longer than the hair of ordinary people, are about to drag the ground, and black hair, the eyebrows on the face are also long hanging down, the mountain wind blows slightly, even some bone fairy wind feeling.

“Are you an elder of the patriarch?”The jade sword in Oriental Mo's hand still pointed to the wrist of Jiang Zhiguang, looked up at the patriarch Qisong, and asked very frankly.

The position of the patriarch Qisong in the Zonglin school is second only to the North Hall night, even Liang Ming saw this person with respect, do a full number of gifts, but Oriental ink, can not say crazy, but did not put him in the eyes, there is no respect!

This has made the patriarch Qisong very surprised, and then annoyed, not to mention their own appearance, this boy even dared to point his sword at his disciples, what is this doing?

However, in the hands of his own disciples, the patriarch Qisong still pressed the fire: "Oriental Mo friends, no matter what you bet before, now, the things of Jiang Zhiguang have already reached your hands, or it is better to leave yourself a way back!" 」

“The back road?”Oriental Mo seemed to have heard a joke, "If I let him go now, can you guarantee that he will not remember to hate me?"Do you think that your Zonglin school has a low IQ, or do you think that this brand of Zonglin sect can sway me?”

"You ..." just now, the patriarch Qisong can still hold the fire, now, the face is almost green, in front of so many disciples and outsiders, if his patriarch Qisong does not balance this boy, where will this face be put on?

"You seem to have to be like that."The emperor's power has gradually spread!

The emperor who realized the escapism is no longer an ordinary cultivator can reach, so when the people present feel this faint natural pressure, they already know how much distance to withdraw, oriental ink is even more feeling that this pressure is the real power of the emperor, which is different than the pressure of the purple cloud with endless internal injuries, it seems that this power feels heavy!

Oriental Mo slightly raised some of his own jade invisible, looking at the patriarch Qisson: "Poverty elder, do you really want this hand of your disciple?"

The patriarch nodded, “Yes!”

Just now I put on some sincere smile, when the words of the patriarch Qisong fell, instantly became deep and cold, the green light suddenly flashed, and everyone heard a scream in their ears: "Ah..."

The jade sword once again crossed the void, flying out of a thud of blood flowers, and the hands of Jiang Zhiguang were cut off by the Oriental ink brush!

Immediately afterwards, Oriental Mo sneered: "Zongpao Elder, for you!"

Jiang Zhiguang's bloody hands were thrown into the front of the patriarch Qisong by the Oriental ink...

The sudden sword of Oriental Mo, who had all the people present, really did not know how to write death?In front of the suzong Qisong, a sword cut off the hands of Jiang Zhiguang, what is the rhythm of God!

With the scream of Jiang Zhiguang, Oriental Mo did not know the anger of death: "What is called, your master is that your command should also be obedient, not to mention a pair of hands!"Eastern ink stepped back, shrouded in the ginger light body of the pressure instantly removed, after all, the opposite of the first emperor, Oriental ink still need to be twice careful, after all, with others is a big state!

If the patriarch Qisong reacts, how can Oriental Mo have the opportunity to retreat, this change has happened too fast, even if he makes 10,000 speculations, he can't think of this situation!

And at this time, Oriental Mo even continued: "Primary elder, I don't get love in the East, since the patriarch elders want it, I will give it to you, and my bet on Jiang Zhiguang is even over!"

“Your sister!”When people were awakened by this sentence of Oriental Mo, they all cast a poor look at him, and their hearts were all one word, and this goods died and dared to speak so, what structure the head was, and he could not rectify such a fancy to die!

“Oriental Mo, come and die!”After the suzong Qisong said this sentence, the full aura was raised, and the pressure was also emitted, and the real first-level emperor's pressure was exerted.

Because the patriarch Qisong is really angry over the head, there is no need to care for a lot, I don't know how many innocent people, but also his death under the pressure!

Oriental ink suddenly came into contact with this pressure, but also a bend, almost directly crushed, after all, this level of the emperor's pressure is not a joke!

Therefore, Oriental ink instantly raised its own blood to the extreme, instantly, the manic force in the meridian rushed, oriental ink cultivation also soared to the second level of the emperor!

But this time, Oriental ink has a feeling that has never been felt, only feel that they can only control this power, want to use it at will is impossible, if a careless, will be these manic forces to eat!

This situation was just in contact with this blood force a long time ago, when it was because his body was not strong enough, after so long thought that he had been able to control the power in these bloodlines, but it seems that there is a problem now!

Zong Zheng Qisong only felt that his own level of the emperor's pressure was almost suddenly rolled back, startled, this boy is not a five-level king, even if there is a means, but also raised to the nine-level emperor, suppressed Jiang Zhiguang, is not his own escapist, he can not turn over.

When he paid attention to the eyes of Oriental ink, he was surprised to find that the eyes of Oriental ink were scarlet and very manic!

“Hmm!”Zong Qisong judged that this guy may have taken the doping, "I want to see how long your drug can support!"In general, the stronger the drug power, the shorter the support time will be, this breath is all at once stronger than yourself, this drug will not support for how long!

Oriental Mo himself at this moment has some can not control their own manic force, "cannot be like this!"Oriental Mo suddenly realized what, he instantly converged the power of his blood, the breath suddenly dropped, even the level of the emperor did not dare to stay, but landed to the ninth level of the emperor's cultivation!

After such a moment, Oriental Mo slowly returned to control of his own body, the scarlet in the eyes also withdrew, and the whole person was restored to a stable state!

In this case, it is even more that the patriarch Qisong judges that Oriental Mo must have taken the banned drug: "Oriental Mo, I will let you know that cutting off my disciple's hands, what price do you have to pay!"

Even if it is the nine-level emperor, Oriental Mo is also able to control and can use these forces at will.

The Day!Oriental ink almost scolded the sky, according to the previous situation, the cultivation can suddenly raise the seven levels, now just can press the current patriarch Qisong, but now there is such a situation, this is to play his rhythm ah!

It was hard to be able to stand with the patriarch Qisong, but the eyes of Oriental ink flashed, because the patriarch Qisson really did it to himself!

“Old man, do you really want to do this indiscriminately?”The Oriental ink seized the mouth before the patriarch Qisong did not start, and the pressure of the mountain was opened.

I have to say that it is very difficult to resist the pressure of the first-level emperor with the nine-level emperor!

Because even if the same realm of the king crosses a re-repair, there will be a lot of pressure, not to mention that it is now across a large realm!

Zong Qisson frowned when he heard the words of Oriental Mo, but immediately he was somewhat annoyed, and stayed too long in the Zonglin faction, or was he an elder too long?How can this boy say a word, how can hesitize himself, if he wants to kill the boy in front of him, what reason?Even if there is no ginger light this grudge, he beheads it, there is no problem!

A sneer replaced the hesitation just now, and instantly became the technique of being about to stir: "Death!"

Just when the palm of the patriarch was about to be launched from the palm of his hand, Oriental Moqiang raised a token in his hand, and his finger was also pressed on the above of a spell: "Songzhu Elder, you can see clearly, if your palm is added to me, I will definitely blow up this spell, and when the time comes, things will be on top of it, but it will not be easy to clean up!"

Under the pressure of the patriarchy, the void has been distorted, people are too far away, can only hear the dialogue between two people, but can not see what is in the hands of the Oriental ink, only to make people shocked is that the patriarch Qisong really stopped their own techniques, even if it is to take back, let their breath roll over a little, even if it is still willing to do so!