Vol 2 Chapter 590: Situ Xiu can die!

Situ Xiu couldn't help but laugh sorrowfully.
Is he still taunting his opponent?
Now, in turn, has been ridiculed.
It's ridiculous.
With a sorrowful smile, Situ Xiuneng said with red blood in his mouth: "The old man lost... As long as I don't kill me, I'm willing to promise any of your terms."
When Long Ke heard it, he couldn't help but raised his forehead and laughed. However, after a second laugh, he stopped immediately, looked down at Situ Xiuneng, and said: "The apprentice is dead, you endure. If you lose, you still choose to endure. You are quite tolerable. If you can bear it, why? The immortal sect on changing appearance?"
Situ Xiu Neng didn't answer this sentence, only one sentence.
"I have given up."
Long Ke looked at Situ Xiuneng coldly and said, "It's good to know. Then you should know that those who lose are not eligible to make conditions."
Long Ke is ready to do it.
However, she still looked at Wen Ping.
Not only because Wen Ping is the lord of the Immortal Sect, but also because killing Situ Xiuneng is no small matter for the Immortal Sect.
The decision must be given to Wen Ping.
In this regard, Wen Ping only responded lightly, "It's up to you, I'm not afraid of any Hundred Alliance Allied Forces."
"Hmm."
Long Ke nodded and turned around.
Longbeard followed up and pointed at Situ Xiuneng's forehead.
Killing intent rises!
Exposed!
"The old man is a silver-level principal, and he has been so low-pitched to the point, what else is it necessary? Leave a line for work, and see each other in the future, not to be too compelling!" Situ Xiu was able to growl lowly, and a hateful light immediately appeared in his eyes. .
Long Ke responded lightly, "But I don't want to see you."
But at this moment, Zi Ran, who was watching from a distance, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted from the main hall: "Elder Zhao, hurry up, he is going to use secret techniques to escape!"
The unique pulse technique of the master of the Hundred Sects Alliance.
Exchange for life!
No matter where it is, it can be directly transmitted to the nearby Hundred Alliance Sub-rudder.
Although it will pay a lot of life as a price, it can at least get a glimmer of life.
When Long Ke was shouted like this, he realized that the dragon scale thorns immediately gathered at the dragon's whiskers.
However, Long Ke is always faster than a man who wants his life.
A cloud of blood burst from his body in an instant, then turned into a blood mist and quickly enveloped Situ Xiuneng's entire body.
In the blood mist, Situ Xiuneng smiled miserably with blood in his mouth, "Even if the old man doesn't want the last 500 years of life, he still has to watch the coalition crush the Immortal Sect..."
As soon as the secret technique came out, he had only 30 years of life left.
In 30 years, just a few seconds!
But if he didn't do this, he didn't even have the last 30 years, and he didn't even have a chance to watch the coalition defeat the Immortal Sect and avenge him.
The next moment, the blood mist began to gather, as if it had encountered a vortex, it gathered towards the center.
The dragon scale thorn was also thrown out at this time.
Huh!
The dragon scale thorns directly penetrated the blood mist and fell through.
Situ Xiu could laugh immediately, "The secret technique that the old man uses for 500 years of life, is that what you can stop?"
But at this moment, a black wooden stick fell down.
Just beside the blood mist!
At the top of the wooden stick, a blood-colored bead suddenly flashed brilliance, bringing a violent and violent breath.
The blood mist that had originally converged toward the center suddenly dispersed and was forcibly pulled over by the beads.
Situ Xiu's laughter stopped abruptly, "What the hell!"
At this time, his secret technique should have sent it away, and when he opened his eyes, he was in the East Lake Hundred Sect Alliance.
But now... the blood of my 500-year life span has been drawn away.
Can't stop at all!
Wen Ping's voice came faintly.
"It's okay to explode any blood."
Don’t you know that fire sticks love blood?
Seeing the blood mist being madly taken away, Situ Xiu was able to collapse when the energy became less and less, "Ah—"
After a few breaths, the blood was drained.
thump!
Situ Xiuneng fell on the square covered in blood.
The 500-year life span is gone.
It also failed to return to the nearby Hundred Alliance Division Rudders.
This time I lost 1,000 of myself, but failed to even kill 100.
Despair instantly tore Situ Xiuneng's entire mind, pulling him into a void.
Watching this scene, Lin Kewu who was on the side of Wen Ping in the main hall said: "No, take the fire stick back."
Lin Kewu nodded, and with a thought, the fire stick flew back into his hand.
Zi Ran looked at this scene, speechless.
The secret technique is so broken?
On the side Yang Lele saw that Zi Ran was puzzled, and hurriedly explained: "Elder Zi Ran, magical instruments often have their own special abilities. There is no fire stick. If you don't find other abilities, you have a super blood sucking ability.
"That's it."
Zi Ran suddenly.
Situ Xiuneng is damned too.
No matter where you go, no matter who you encounter, this secret technique can basically escape.
But I encountered the Immortal Sect.
"Go down." Wen Ping said, and walked down the main hall.
Zi Ran and others immediately followed.
When Zi Ran holding a spear appeared in front of him, Situ Xiu was able to struggle abruptly, but he could no longer stand up.
Having lost 500 years of life, he is too weak at this time.
However, Situ Xiuneng did not give up on himself.
"Master Ziran, give me the gun, I can give you my position!"
Zi Ran did not answer.
Just looking at this incomparably noble silver-ranked principal-Situ Xiuneng.
He used to stand at the top of the entire Tiandi Lake, and a single sentence could determine the fate of many people.
But now, he can't even hold his own life...
Wen Ping held a magic wand and said, "Even if you give the gun to you, you can't hold it."
Seeing the already half-dead Situ Xiuneng in front of him, Wen Ping had no patience.
such a pity.
The talks were unsuccessful.
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"Elder Zhao, give him a ride."
"Hold on!" Situ Xiu Neng suddenly called Long Ke, "I don't know something, please ask Sect Master Wen to solve the problem. Otherwise, the old man will die and will continue to enter your dream and haunt you."
Wen Ping smiled helplessly, "It's a bit rascal."
After that, Wen Ping raised his hand to stop Long Ke.
Upon seeing this, Situ Xiu swallowed the blood that would affect his speech and asked, "How did you take the old man's gun away?"
If Wen Ping hadn't taken his gun, this battle would definitely not end this way.
The purpose of this trip has not been achieved, but he also took his own life into it.
Too unwilling!
Wen Ping replied: "You don't understand... Magic, have you heard of it?"
"magic……"
Situ Xiu can fall into contemplation.
Wen Ping raised his hand, "Now that I know, let's get on the road."
"Wait!"
Situ Xiu could stop again.
"A last word?"
"If the old man is willing to join the Immortal Sect, and be willing to be a cow, can Sect Master Wen let me make a living?
He really didn't want to die.
No matter how much he endured, he wanted to live.
Wen Ping shook his head, "You haven't lived for a few years. It's a waste of food to collect you. Do you think my Immortal Sect's rice can be eaten by ordinary people?"
When the voice fell, Long Ke lifted his dragon's beard and pointed it at Situ Xiuneng's heart.
"And..."
Situ Xiu's shout suddenly stopped.
After a sudden tremor of his body, there was no more movement.
Situ Xiuneng, the seven silver-level principals of the Hundred Sects Alliance, officially fell!
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