Volume I Chapter 1189

Ten demon kings.

One hit kill.

Even the Eagle King, who was soaring high, could not avoid Chu Linguang's knife.

Blood stained the sky, feathers fluttered, and turned into a blood mist on the spot.

The blade was like a tsunami.

Not only destroyed the ten demon kings, but also killed them all.

The remaining prestige of the blade spread to all directions.

Every demon king has younger brothers behind him to cheer.

Under Chu Linguang's knife.

They fell backwards like wheat waves.

I don't know how many little monsters died before they even made a scream.

The body was torn apart by the terrifying blade.

Killed instantly.

The range of the blade is very wide.

Except for the ten demon kings.

I don't know how many little demons died in the hands of Chu Linguang.

As a result, the white-hot battlefield seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The originally chaotic beast tide seemed to have completely lost its mind. Under Chu Linguang's knife, it seemed that the ape demon king lost control, causing a group of little monsters to see their king fall.

After the partner was torn to pieces by Chu Linguang's blade.

They all ran back towards Qiongxia Bingdi with panicked faces.

The crisis in Qiongxia City seemed to be wiped out by Chu Linguang.

"Hey, it's a good thing I didn't offend him before, otherwise a hundred lives would not be enough for him to kill."

Yang Huabing broke out in a cold sweat all over his body.

Seeing that Chu Linguang was in a dangerous forbidden area, he wanted to help Chu Linguang get out of trouble.

But he was still taken aback by Chu Linguang's blade. Although the distance was far away, Yang Huabing felt that his neck seemed to be held by a knife.

The icy coldness from the knife poured into his body, making him shiver all over, and even his legs trembled.

He looked at Xie Zuoshi.

See, Xie Zuoshi has a dull face at this moment, staring at Chu Linguang, the ten mutilated corpses of the demon king, he doesn't know what he is thinking, but it can be roughly estimated that his horror must be stronger than his own. .

Because Yang Huabing saw that Xie Zuoshi lost a large piece of hair on his forehead, which was the trace of Chu Linguang's remaining power of the blade.

Chu Linguang was trapped.

Xie Zuoshi was the first to come forward.

At that time, he was the closest to Chu Linguang.

Although he returned to the defense in time, he still couldn't protect the lock of hair on his forehead.

However, in Xie Zuoshi's heart, what was broken was not the lock of hair on his forehead, but the heart, the heart that pursued the palace of martial arts.

Chu Linguang made that knife.

It seems to make people realize that the world is not worth it.

I have worked hard all my life, but it seems that it is difficult to catch up with others.

He knew that there were geniuses and monsters in this world.

But he never thought that there would be such a terrifying existence as Chu Linguang.

But fortunately, he and Chu Linguang belonged to the same camp, and they came to support Chu Linguang at the beginning just now. Even if the two of them had a bad fight before, the feat of standing up just now should be recognized by Chu Linguang.

Turn enemies into friends with Chu Linguang.

But that waxy wolf?

He couldn't help but looked at Waxy Wolf.

Nuo Lang's hand holding the long sword was trembling, as if he was about to lose his grip on the sword in his hand.

Finally, with a bang, it fell to the ground.

Seeing the mutilated corpses of the top ten demon kings, the corpses of the little demons all over the place, and the tide of beasts who were rushing towards the Qiongxia Ice Land and fleeing back, Nuo Lang's heart was just broken. It was pulled out by hand, stepped on the ground over and over again, and crumpled to pieces.

Originally, he was still planning how to plot Chu Linguang, kill Chu Linguang, and avenge Feixue Canhong.

Now, seeing Chu Linguang, he killed ten demon kings with one blow.

He just felt chills all over his body, and wished he could immediately draw a clear line with Feixue Canhong, and even felt disgusted by the extremely proud identity of the successor of the Holy Land.

He understood that he and Chu Linguang were hostile.

Once the fight.

According to Chu Linguang's strength, he would surely die.

Moreover, this is the Qiongxia Ice Land.

After Chu Linguang solved the problem here, he turned to him to settle the score.

As a result, he did not die at the hands of the ape demon king, but at the hands of Chu Linguang.

If he dies at the hands of the ape demon king, there will be another one left, who will have the reputation of defending his family and country and dying for his country.

Died in the hands of Chu Linguang, only one will be left behind. The birthday star Weng thinks his life is too long, and he is in an embarrassing situation of not knowing whether to live or die.

"My lord, let's..."

The sword in Man Dafu's hand was shattered.

He also saw that Zhen Wutong seemed to have gone crazy, sitting on the ground, muttering non-stop, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

But he understood that this girl definitely couldn't believe it. He said before that if he cultivated to the eighth heaven, he could compete with Chu Linguang.

Even, let alone Zhenwutong at this time.

Even if he is full of wealth, he still feels that what he said is a fairy tale.

"My lord, let's go!"

Besides Man Dafu, Nuo Lang was surrounded by three other experts in the Divine Origin Realm. One of them, who was more savvy, couldn't help pulling Nuo Lang back. He stared at Chu Linguang in panic, fearing that he would Chu Linguang suddenly turned around and slashed towards them.

But Waxy Wolf didn't move.

It was not that he was brave, but that he didn't dare to move. He really didn't dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved, he would provoke Chu Linguang and be hacked to death by Chu Linguang.

"Why can't this kind of genius be the Seventh Prince's man?"

Lan Chensha lost his way.

Obviously also shocked by Chu Linguang, and had a strange feeling for Chu Linguang.

"Girl, don't blame me for talking too much, the Seventh Prince can't get someone like Chu Linguang, and neither can the Southwest King. No one can control him, not even the imperial court can tolerate him.

God's Domain is his ultimate affiliation.

Those of us who can still talk to him now will be just passers-by on his path of cultivation in a short time. "

The embroidery needle said with emotion.

At this time, she was inexplicably shocked, but she also maintained her sobriety in the world.

When that terrifying blade bloomed in Chu Linguang's hands.

After the ten demon kings turned into a blood mist in an instant, Embroidery Needle realized that the seventh prince, not to mention subduing Chu Linguang, might not even be qualified to talk to Chu Linguang in the future.

Although this cognition, she is very uncomfortable.

But Embroidery Needle understands that her thoughts and thoughts are not too much.

"A passer-by on the road of practice? Even if it's just a passer-by, in his eyes, I, a passer-by, must be different from other passers-by."

Lan Chensha surprisingly did not refute.

In the imperial dynasty, she was regarded as a magnificent figure, the think tank of the Seventh Prince, and she was beautiful. All along, she thought in her heart that only the status of a prince could be worthy of her.

She searched for a long time.

It was finally determined that the person was the Seventh Prince.

For this reason, she made every effort to help the Seventh Prince, hoping that the Seventh Prince would rise to the top in the future and become the controller of the power of the dynasty.

However, at this moment, she felt that even if the Seventh Prince ascended to the top in the future and became a symbol of imperial power, he might not be able to defeat Chu Linguang's sword.