Chapter 1332: Death or surrender (nine more)

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"Oh!"
Before the first rays of sunlight shone in the mountains and rivers in the morning, Yan Wanming ran down two hundred miles and finally fell. Its four wings have been broken, and its body is scarred. More than a dozen shocking wounds cross the whole body. It can see the internal organs and bones. It is shocking. The blood has completely stained the black scales red, and howling and miserable. The most serious wound was in the throat, which was shattered by the nine heavy heavens of the Jinyang tribe. Only half of it was left. The blood was completely suppressed by energy so that it could not be sprayed out of control.
It fluttered to the ground, exhaling heavily, but breathed through the ragged throat and brought severe pain, making its majestic body stiff for a while. Since escaping from the exile of Nanyin Shenshan, it has never suffered such a serious injury.
Begonia dropped to one side, staring in horror at a bird full of blood, a huge body of ten meters, steel wings of thirty to forty meters to the left, and a blood-stained black iron tower sideways, giving her a strong sense of oppression. .
"Elixir!" Yan Wanming stared at Begonia fiercely.
"No ... no more ..." Begonia stepped back, but stumbled over the stone at his feet.
"Take me the elixir for healing." Yan Wanming struggled to stand up, covered with blood, fierce and evil, like a wicked demon.
"I have left all the elixir to the ghost boy!" Begonia's heart all referred to her throat, her face pale as paper.
"Bring it!" Yan Wanming suddenly shouted and grabbed a paw towards Begonia. Begonia is petite, this paw can almost tear her half body.
"I'll give it! I'll give it!" Begonia screamed, terrified, and closed her eyes, but ... waited in horror and stiffness, and Yan Wanming didn't move, she raised her eyes carefully.
Yan Wanming's claws stopped beside Begonia. The sharp edge was like a sharp scimitar, burning blood. He turned his head, staring at the canopy in front, and a man with a scarlet wing appeared suddenly and fell there from a height.
"Is it you?" Yan Wanming recognized Qin Ming.
"Meet again." Qin Ming smiled and looked at Yan Wanming with interest. He knew that this guy was very strong, so he brought the Jinyang tribe, but he did not expect that Qiu Ziqi had borrowed Jiu Wu Jiutian from Mu family, nor did Liu Ye bring two Jiu Zhongtian, originally Somewhat nervous, foreboding the situation to get out of control. What was even more unexpected was that the three sacred martial arts Jiu Zhongtian failed to trap one of them! It's not that the three sacred martial arts are too weak, but very strong, but this monster is stronger and stronger.
Qin Lan appeared next to Begonia across the space. Before Begonia reacted, he took her back to Qin Ming.
"How did you come here! This is not what we planned!" Begonia was on the spot, staring at Qin Ming fiercely, and Qi Jiao's body was shaking.
"It's better to change your plans quickly, and adapt to it, aren't you good at it?"
"I do well? How do I do well! I almost died! You asshole!" Begonia hissed and screamed, suppressing the tension and fear that erupted for several days.
"I will compensate you."
"Compensation? If I die, what would you compensate for, funeral?"
"You count me?" Yan Wanming looked at Qin Ming fiercely, and basically understood that everything is the layout of this bastard!
"Every one another, do you count me, do you not allow me to count you?" Qin Ming's face showed a bright smile, perfect! Completely achieved the effect he wanted! The Huanlangtian and Jinyang people knew that the Biantang Temple had taken the begonia, and they would definitely chase the Dengtianlou to put pressure on the Biantang Temple. Maybe there would be more forces involved, and they asked Biantang Temple for the begonia .
But Bian Tiandian didn't have begonias in his hands. He couldn't deliver them, and he couldn't explain them. Of course, the war was about to begin. Even if they couldn't fight, the Temple of Heaven had to send troops to the Yangtian Mountains, thereby greatly weakening the forces of the Temple of Heaven in the East China Sea, giving the Manchu Islands and the Temple of Heaven a chance to fight back.
"Who are you!" Yan Wanming felt that this man was not right. He struggled for more than ten years on the island of Exile, and his eyes were always accurate.
"Don't you know another color?" Qin Ming waved his scarlet wings, showing an evil smile.
colour? wing? ? Yan Wanming's eagle eyes suddenly condensed and thought of a possibility: "Heavenly Palace, Qin Ming?"
Qin Ming fluttered his wings and floated in the air, watching him sublimely: "Is it dead or surrender?"
Yan Wanming looked up at Qin Ming in the air, no wonder he couldn't give him that complicated and dangerous feeling. He has heard about this boy's deeds. In a few years, all kinds of crazy and various adventures have created a legend of ancient times. Everyone is in awe and widely extolled. However, the West China Sea was hit hard, and the East China Sea chaos just started. He even ran to heaven by himself?
What bad luck had fallen in the Temple of Heaven was not only planted in his hands again and again, but even such an important thing as assigning a task to heaven was handed to him.
"Submit? It's up to you?" Yan Wanming wriggled his muscles, and the steel wings spread again. However, the momentum was just raised, the chest cavity rolled violently, and a spit of blood almost sprayed out, and even the spread wings were pulled down in the sound of rubbing bones. It was so badly wounded that it was almost exhausted.
"Dead or surrendered!" Qin Ming stepped forward, his momentum surging out, as if the mountains were blasting on Yan Wanming's majestic body continuously.
"No one can make me obey Yan Wanming." Yan Wanming roared violently, and the momentum broke out.
however……
boom! !! Boom boom!
Eighteen lights and shadows appeared out of thin air, there were no hundred meters, about twenty or thirty meters, but still surging with coercion of terror, the eighteen kings were like ghosts and eighteen directions, interwoven into a cage-like killing field. Yan Wanming knelt down with a bang.
"Dead or surrendered." Qin Ming's voice was calm, but solemn and majestic under the light of golden light, and even the wings were lightly golden.
"I'd rather die!" Yan Wanming growled dullly, with a loud and violent voice. It was like a terrible brute struggling fiercely, but his whole body was so badly wounded that it seemed like numerous knives ripped and cut at the wound, bringing heartbreak Bone-like pain, it growls more like a roar.
"Dignant Tianting strong, fell to the Tiantian Temple to guard the door for others. Isn't it more uncomfortable than death? You still have to endure. I now give you a chance to be born again, a chance to stand in the Tianting battlefield again, you accept, Give up! "Qin Ming controlled the eighteen king like crazy suppression, this monster has been injured like this, the spiritual power is almost consumed, there is such a powerful force, almost to shatter the king statue. The more so, the more Qin Ming wanted to control it, it was a pity that such a strong strength remained in Yangtianshan.
"No! Yes! Yes!" Yan Wanming's eyes were red, as if stimulated by something, and suddenly growled even more crazy, regardless of his injuries, regardless of his own consumption, struggling fiercely. The flesh was torn, the bones were cracked, the blood was flowing across the body, and the wounds in the throat seemed to be torn.
"Last time, was it dead or alive again. Was it humiliation or death, or re-entering the heavens?" Qin Ming's pupils suddenly turned black, his face covered with strange black lines, and Shura knife rushed out of the eyebrow under the control of the soul.
Black gas dazzled, evil spirits surging, Shura knife suspended in front of Qin Ming, cold and biting, extremely sharp, a horrible and extreme breath seemed to bloom at any time.
The vast rain forest, dawn and earth, seem to be frozen at this moment.
Yan Wanming's struggling madness was terrifying, but when the Shura knife appeared, and when the biting killing penetrated through the body, he was stiff, his expression was fixed on his face, but his eyes were staring at the hanging in front of Qin Ming Black sword.
Begonia opened his mouth exaggeratedly, staring at the knife in dismay.
Nine more serve! !! The passion phase must erupt! !!