Chapter 931: Qizhen falls!

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Chapter 931 Qizhen Falls!
The next instant, Qi Zhen hit each one in his hands.
As he hit the seals, in the void, the eighty-one tiger swords changed quickly.
But in a few breaths, the eighty-one tiger swords combined into nine tiger swords.
The power of the nine tiger swords is terrible.
"Little reptile, die!"
With a cold drink, Qi Zhen flashed in the eyes of Qi Zhen, and nine tiger swords were cut directly at Xiaoyan.
But his Tiger Excalibur was not yet close to Xiao Yan. After the Tiger Excalibur met the terrible dragon groan, he seemed to be afraid.
After a few breaths in the void, nine tiger swords fell directly to the ground.
"What's going on? How could Brother Qizhen's Tiger Excalibur fall to the ground?"
"This tiger sword is a king-level artifact!"
"It seems that the Tiger Divine Sword is afraid of that Dragon Yin!"
"This little reptile is also terrible!"
"The Tiger Divine Sword does not listen to Brother Qizhen's command, and the terrible sound wave has been suppressed towards Brother Qizhen. Brother Qizhen, can it still be blocked?"
...
Watching the Tiger God Sword fall, the beast disciples' eyes were immensely boundless.
At this moment, they even had a bad feeling in their hearts.
"Dog, take it!"
"Roar ..."
At this moment, Xiao Man flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, and the terrible dragon groaned again.
"Do not……"
"Don't kill me, I'm a personal disciple of the Second Elder of the Orcs. You killed me, my master won't let you go!"
The terrible sound wave swept towards Qi Zhen in an instant.
At this moment, Qi Zhen had no warfare. His body, at this moment, could not help shaking.
His eyes were full of fear.
Unable to say why, the little cricket coming towards himself was just a monster in the early days of the King, but looking at the figure, he felt a breath of death coming towards him.
"Begging now?"
"late!"
"Dead!"
Listening to this cry for mercy, Xiao Yan's eyes were indifferent.
The next instant, without any hesitation, the dragon body, hundreds of feet in size, rushed towards Qizhen.
"what……"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"what……"
...
Watching Xiaoyan's entire body flutter, Qi Zhen's pupils instantly enlarged, and his eyes were full of fear.
What's more, his legs trembled, and the next moment, a turbulent stream squirted out from his sire, a smell of stinking, which instantly spread.
"Useless things are a shame to live!"
"go to hell!"
Xiao Yan glanced at Qi Zhen full of dislike.
It seemed that he was afraid of throwing his body on Qi Zhen's body, which stained himself. Xiao Yan changed his direction, and his tail, the size of a few feet, went directly towards Qi Zhen's chest.
"what……"
The tail runs directly through Qi Zhen's chest, and blood spurts out.
A strong smell spread out instantly, and the scream was stopped abruptly.
"Boss, the mission is complete!"
The next moment, Xiao Yan's figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
The corner of his mouth grinned slightly, looking at Mo Wentian, his face arrogant.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
"Wound on you?"
Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's mouth, can not help but raise a touch of arc.
But the next moment, looking at Xiaojian's sword mark, his expression suddenly froze.
"Boss, my injury is unharmed, but it's all skin injuries!"
"Just take a few days off and just take some elixir!"
Xiaoxiong looked at Mo Wentian and said calmly.
As if the injury on his body was really no problem.
"Don't move, let me investigate!"
Despite Xiao Yun's lightness and light wind, Mo Wentian was still a little uneasy. He began to explore the spirit and spirit, and quickly investigated.
After a few breaths, Mo Wentian finished his investigation, and then closed his eyes with a tight frown.
"It's just some skin trauma!"
"Here are some healing elixir, you will refine and recover after waiting!"
It seemed to remember something, Mo Wentian flashed a light in his eyes, and a space ring appeared in his hand, looking at Xiao Yan, coldly.
"Thank you, boss!"
There was a faint light in Xiaoyan's eyes, and he quickly put it down.
"Boss, what are you going to do with these remaining orc disciples?"
The next moment, Xiao Yan looked at the group of beast disciples still in a dull state under the gate of the city, said in a deep voice.
"There are nineteen heavenly kings and five hundred disciples in the heavenly kingdom!"
"Leaving them is also some power for our Kingdom of Devourers now!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and coldly.
"Boss means, let them obey me to eat the kingdom of heaven?"
Xiaoxiong took a moment's notice, and when he returned to God, his eyes were full of magnificent words.
"Yes, Bendi gave them a chance!"
"If they don't want to surrender, then the emperor wouldn't mind killing them!"
The cold voice sounded instantly.
Mo Wentian looked at the group of orc disciples under the city gate, his eyes were extremely arrogant.
For those who do not submit to themselves, Mo Wentian will not show the slightest hand.
"Brother Qizhen, fallen!"
At this moment, among the crowd, I don't know who looked at the blurry figure and exclaimed.
"Brother Qizhen is dead?"
"How could Brother Qizhen die? He is in the middle of the King, and will soon break through to the late King of the King!"
"Brother Qizhen is really dead, I can't feel his breath!"
"Brother Qizhen is the strongest being among us, he is already dead, so if we stay here, isn't it like him!"
"Run away! Go back to the Orcs, go back and tell the Lord Beast Lord, and tell the Elder!"
...
Listening to that exclamation, countless orc disciples returned to God.
They looked at the arrogant figure in the void, their bodies trembling.
Talking about it, in the next instant, countless orc disciples began to flee in the direction of the orcs frantically.
"I came to the Kingdom of God's Devourer, and wanted to leave without the consent of the Emperor?"
Looking at the insanely fleeing figures, Mo Wentian's eyes froze slightly, and said coldly.
The next moment, the figure flashed, and Mo Wentian's figure became Jiudao directly in the void.
But in one breath per 100,000, those nine figures changed again and became eighty-one.
Eighty-one Mo Wentian's figure flickered, directly blocking eighty-one positions, in front of the numerous orc disciples.
"Ask me, you ..."
"What do you want?"
Suddenly, among the crowd, a middle-aged man stood up, his voice trembling.
"How do I want?"
"This emperor is the master of this kingdom of heavenly gods. If you want to leave, shouldn't you ask my host's opinions?"
Mo Wentian looked at the man who stood up, and there was a radian in his mouth, but in his voice, it was extremely cold.