Chapter 989: St. Augustine, domineering

"Jiantian, forget it!"
Zhao Xueqing couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and stopped, persuading, "No matter what, he has taken care of my mother!"
"Hum, the royal family, and the prince, but the ants I crushed!"
"Give you a chance, don't know life or death!"
Jiang Tian sneered, his right arm twitched, and Jin Zixuan fell behind the Chinese teacher like a dead dog.
The old man with white hair and a whip supported Jin Zixuan and slowly approached Jiang Tian: "Jiang Taichu, it is crazy enough, today, my family will teach you the trick!"
Jiang Tianhan whispered, "The last state teacher of the Qing Dynasty, I sent the former head of the army, Fan Qiling?"
"It's our house!"
The old teacher did not stay, so murderous soared.
"I heard that in the late Qing Dynasty, your practice was to overpower Situ Xiao, a set of snake claws chasing the wind claws, and the fire was pure green. When you were in your thirties, you stepped into the realm of God, known as the first person in the late Qing Dynasty. Now you are living For three hundred years, should there be a land fairy repair? "
Jiang Tian asked again.
"Past glory, not worth mentioning!"
Fan Qilong's voice was hoarse, and his intention to kill was still strong.
"You're quite modest!"
Jiang Tian smiled authentically.
"I do n’t mention glory in the past, because our family is going to return to the rivers and lakes, behead the world ’s first person, sweep the Holy See and Brahmin, and re-ascend to the top of the planet!"
Fan Qilong continued to go forward, his eyes were cold, and his crooked nails trembled slightly, like Wolverine.
"Haha, forget it, old man, I won't fight you! You're 300 years old, and your blood will dry up. Even if I don't kill you, you won't live long!"
Jiang Tian mocked.
"Guo Shi, kill him! Then take down Tian Qingzong and rule Sodoni!"
Jin Zixuan has been repeatedly humiliated, and she hated Jiang Tian, ​​lost her patience, and enthusiastically encouraged.
He has a hundred percent confidence in Fan Qilong.
"Fan Qilong is Aisinjueluo's hole card. Where is Jiang Taichu's opponent?"
Seeing the shot of the teacher, Nalan Li Nalan Tunalan Qinghe and others also wiped out the sorrow and fear, and his face became very excited, as if Jiang Tian was dead.
You should know that Fan Qilong was a teacher of the Qiangzhang religion. At that time, it was able to compete with the Kunlun and Qingcheng factions.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Fan Qilong, a national defender, was invincible.
At that time, Lafayette was driven out of the capital by the Allied Forces of the Eight Kingdoms. In addition to the Li Lianying, he was personally protected. He once killed thousands of chasers with a single sword and shook the Holy King of the Holy See!
Even Lian Yi and Quan were taught by him.
It is said that his disciples are good at "God Fighting", chanting mantras, asking God to enter the body, being able to shake bullets hard, and not afraid of fire.
Jin Zixuan's martial arts is also taught by him! He is a veritable earth fairy!
"Even if you call it Tianxian, you are probably not worthy of it! After all, you are only in your thirties, you are shallow, and you have insufficient combat experience. How can you be the opponent of this old monster who has gone all over the world for hundreds of years?"
At this moment, Jin Zixuan is full of confidence, her eyes twinkling with the light of Zhi Zhu's grip, it seems that Jiang Tian is already dead.
"Ha ha ha, the first person in the late Tsinghua China Fan Fanling! Jiang Taichu's head is mine, you are not qualified to kill!"
But at this moment, a strange howling through the gold split stone shook up, and even the clouds were smashed.
"Get away from me!"
This strange howl, like a tiger howling in the mountains, shook the wild, the drizzle flew obliquely, and within a radius of three miles, the mountain shook.
The people of Nalan's family were stunned and backed away, dizzy, anxious, and vomiting.
Even Nalan Li Jinzixuan couldn't bear such a half step, and his face was pale.
哐 Dang!
Suddenly, chaotic stones flew across, and mud arrows exploded.
A 56-meter deep pit was sunk in the marble floor.
The billowing waves rolled sideways, and the momentum was appalling, and everyone in Nalan's house was shocked and shocked.
A majestic figure, like a falling meteorite, hit the ground heavily.
Billowing smoke and flames.
auzw.com Bang! In the muffled sound, one foot stepped out of the deep pit.
On that foot, wearing metal combat boots covered with mysterious runes, like immortal gold!
As soon as this foot stepped out, the whole cemetery had a stagnation of breath, a cold, shrouded, and violent pressure suddenly pushed out.
With the exception of Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing, everyone felt breathless and almost choked!
A strong European man wearing medieval armor and holding a blood-stained spear stepped out of the diffuse smoke and steam.
He has a curly golden shawl, a beard, a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of blue eyes like the seawater, the light is clear, the eyes are cold and wild, it seems like a wicked wolf who chooses to eat.
He has a complex temperament of divinity and animalism!
He is holy, cruel, bright, and bloodthirsty, as if he can overlook the world, and he is punished by the world!
"This, this is St. August!"
When looking at his face, Fan Qilong snorted instantly, a heart fell into the abyss, his face was pale, and he trembled sharply.
When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded, Fan Qilong had played against St. Augustine at the beginning, but he was not an opponent at all!
After all, the other party was the last judge of the Holy See, the guardian of the Holy See's grave.
His combat power is an authentic holy king.
"It turned out to be him!"
Jin Zixuan also turned wild, such as funeral test, looking at Saint Augustine in horror.
Nalan Li and others were so frightened that their cold sweats burst out.
"Fan Guoshi, I heard that you are going to sweep the Holy See and climb to the throne of the world's number one? May I pass this level first?"
St. August's eyes were arrogant, stepping on a steady footstep, and walking step by step, making a muffled sound of crickets, rubbing his armour and rubbing, making a sound of bitter gold and iron.
He speaks Chinese very purely, even with a bit of Beijing accent.
Such strong men were all around the world, challenged and killed everywhere, and almost all languages ​​could be mastered.
"Old, me, I dare not!"
Fan Qiling panicked, his eyes horrified.
He flinched like a little white rabbit when he saw an evil tiger, stepping forward and stepping back!
His words just now, that is, at the beginning of the war, bluffed and bluffed him, where did he dare to kill the Holy See?
He had that courage, that ability, where Lafayette was chased by the Holy See and lost his helmet and armor.
"Haha, do you want to admit defeat? It's really soft bones, then kneel and submit to my Holy See!"
St. August held his spear in both hands and stood, disdainfully looking at Fan Qilong, and squinting at Jin Zixuan, smiling:
"Are you the descendant of the decaying Qing Dynasty royal family? Ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey, weak chicken! Knee down too!"
Jin Zixuan opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak. His body was chilling like falling into an ice cellar, and he trembled with fear.
From the time he remembered, his father and brother had instilled in him the power of the West, not only the cannons and cannons, but also the Holy Art magic.
When he was in his teens, he ran into a white student on the street.
The white student called him "ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey, weak chicken, kneel!" And gave him a few big mouths!
After learning that his father, Jin Maoxiong, not only didn't help him, he even forced him to kneel and pull him with a whip!
He was beaten almost to death, and since then he has left a deep psychological shadow.
Even when he saw the face of a European, even if it was just an ordinary person, he had hair in his dim sum.
This fear has formed a kind of thinking inertia, deeply implanted in his brain.
Not to mention facing a true holy king at this time!
"St. Auguste, you have to be aggressive, bully and bully too much. We are the kingdom of heaven and the country of etiquette. We have always been convinced by reason and do not want to fight with you! I am not afraid of you!
Fan Qilong stunned, but still gathered courage and shouted with his throat.
He even cried, as if a bullied blame.
Jiang Tian shook her head slightly, sad in her heart.
This is a majestic teacher, so daunting and timid!
"What about bullying you and insulting you? What do you want to convince people? Joke! The weak are not qualified to reason with the strong!"
St. Augustine looked at Fan Qilong like a fool, mocking the tunnel:
"Give you three seconds to consider, either submit to your knees and surrender to the Holy See, or die!"