"Jiang Tian, ​​forget it!"

Zhao Xueqing couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward to stop it and advised: "No matter what, he has taken care of my mother!"

"Hmph, I'm still in the hidden royal family and the prince, but I'm just an ant I crushed at will!"

"Give you a chance, don't be ignorant of life or death!"

Jiang Tian sneered, his right arm shook, and Jin Zixuan fell behind the national teacher like a dead dog.

The old man with white hair and whipped a whip helped Jin Zixuan up, and then slowly approached Jiang Tian: "Jiang Taichu, it's really crazy. Today, our family will learn your skills!"

Jiang Tian said in a cold voice: "The last national teacher of the Qing Dynasty, the former head of the Kongtong Sect, Fan Qilong?"

"It's our family!"

The old national teacher's feet did not stop and his murderous aura soared.

"I heard that in the late Qing Dynasty, your cultivation level was superior to Situ Xiao, and your set of snake saliva chased the wind claws, and you were perfect.

When he was in his thirties, he entered the realm of divine power and was known as the number one person in China in the late Qing Dynasty.

Now that you have lived for three hundred years, you should have already cultivated the earthly immortals?"

Jiang Tian asked again.

"The glory of the past is not worth mentioning!"

Fan Qilong's voice was hoarse, and his murderous intent was still strong.

"You are quite modest!"

Jiang Tian smiled and said authentically.

"I don't mention the glory of the past, because our family wants to re-emerge, kill you, the world's number one person, sweep the Holy See and Brahmin, and regain the top of this planet!"

Fan Qilong continued to move forward, his eyes shivering coldly, and his fingernails that were curved like hooks trembled slightly, like a wolfish.

"Haha, forget it, terrible old man, I won't fight you! You are already three hundred years old, and your qi and blood are about to dry up. Even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to live long!"

Jiang Tian mocked.

"National Master, kill him! Then take down Tianqing Sect and rule over Sodoni!"

Jin Zixuan was repeatedly humiliated, hated Jiang Tian to the core, lost her patience, and enthusiastically encouraged him.

He has a percent confidence in Fan Qilong.

"Fan Qilong is the trump card of Aisin Gioro's family. Jiang Taichu is not the opponent!"

Seeing the national master taking action, Nalan Linlan Tunalan Qinghe and others were all depressed and afraid, and their faces became very excited, as if Jiang Tian was dead.

You should know that Fan Qilong was the head of the Dong clan, and he was able to compete with Kunlun Sect and Qingcheng Sect.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Fan Qilong, as a national teacher, was invincible.

When the Empress Dowager was driven out of the capital by the Eight-Nation Alliance, except for the eunuch Li Lianying, he was personally protected. He once killed thousands of pursuers with one sword and beat the Holy King-level powerhouses in the Holy See! Even Lian Yihequan was

He came to teach.

It is said that his disciples are good at "divine attack", pinching tricks and chanting spells, asking gods to enter their bodies, and being able to shake bullets and not fear gunfire.

Jin Zixuan's martial arts was also taught by him! He is a veritable earth immortal powerhouse! "Even if you are known as a celestial immortal, you may not be worthy of your name! After all, you are only in your thirties, have shallow knowledge of your Taoism and lack of combat experience, how can you do it

Is it the opponent of this old monster who has fought all over the world and lived for hundreds of years?"

At this moment, Jin Zixuan was full of confidence, her eyes flashed with the light of Zhizhu holding, as if Jiang Tian was already a dead person.

"Hahaha, the number one person in China in the late Qing Dynasty is Qilong! Jiang Taichu's head is mine, you are not qualified to kill it!"

But at this moment, a strange roar that penetrated the golden and cracked stone soared upwards, and even the clouds were shattered.

"Get out of here!"

This strange roar was like a tiger roaring in the deep mountains, shaking all the fields, and the drizzle drizzled incline. Within a radius of three miles, a swaying mountain.

Everyone in the Nalan family was shocked and stumbled back, dizzy, and felt annoyed and vomited.

Even Nalan Li Jin Zixuan's half-step divine realm could not bear it, and her face turned pale.

Bang! Suddenly, rocks flew everywhere and mud arrows shot out.

A deep pit of five or six meters per radius was sunk on the marble floor.

The rolling waves of air pushed out, and the momentum was terrifying. Everyone in the Nalan family was shocked and their eyes were frightened.

A majestic figure hit the ground like a meteorite from the sky.

In the rolling smoke and dust flames.

With the muffled sound of bang!, one foot stepped out of the deep pit.

On that foot, we were wearing metal war boots covered with mysterious runes, as if they were immortal gold! As soon as this foot stepped out, the breath in the entire cemetery was stagnant, and a piece of coldness was shrouded, and the violent pressure suddenly came to an end.

Push it out horizontally.

Except for Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing, everyone felt difficult to breathe and almost suffocated! A strong European man wearing medieval armor and holding a blood-stained spear walked out step by step from the smoke and steam.

His curly long golden hair shawls, a beard, a high nose and deep eyes, and a pair of eyes as blue as the sea. His divine light was clear and his eyes were cold and wild, as if he was a wolf who chose someone to eat.

He had a complex temperament of divinity and beastly intertwined! He was holy, cruel, bright, and bloodthirsty, as if he could overlook the people and punish the world! "This is Saint. Agu!"

When he saw his face clearly, Fan Qilong instantly skipped a beat, and his heart fell into the abyss, making his face pale and his whole body tremble violently.

When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded, Fan Qilong had fought with Saint Agu at the beginning, but he was not the opponent at all! After all, the other party was the last ruling chief of the Holy Tribunal, the tombkeeper of the Holy Tribunal.

His combat power is a real holy king, his holy art is all the way through the sky and the earth, and his spear is unpredictable! "It's him!"

Jin Zixuan's face also changed wildly, as if she had lost her parents, and looked at Saint Aogu in fear.

Nalan Li and others were so scared that their faces changed wildly, and cold sweats suddenly appeared.

"Master Fan, I heard that you are going to sweep the Holy See and ascend to the throne of the world's most powerful person?

Why not pass my level first?"

Saint Agu looked arrogant and took steady steps, walking step by step, making a dull sound, and his armor rubbed all over his body, making a sound of sour gold and iron.

He speaks Chinese very purely, even with a bit of Beijing accent. Such powerful men were all over the world, challenging and fighting everywhere, and could almost master all kinds of languages.

"I, I, I... dare not!"

Fan Qilong panicked and looked frightened.

He shrank like a little white rabbit when he saw a evil tiger, staggering and retreating step by step! What he said just now was that when the war started, he was just bluffing and bluffing. How could he really dare to fight the Holy See?

He had the courage and ability. How could the Empress Dowager be chased by the powerful people in the Holy See?

“Haha, do you want to admit defeat?

It's really a corrupt, so let's kneel down and submit to my Holy See!"

Saint Agu stood still with a spear in his hands, looked at Fan Qilong with disdain, glanced at Jin Zixuan and smiled, "Are you a descendant of the corrupt Qing Dynasty royal family?

The ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey, the weak chicken! Kneel down too!"

Jin Zixuan was speechless, but she didn't dare to speak. She felt cold like she fell into an ice cellar, and she was trembling with fear. Her souls all appeared and her face turned pale.

As he remembered, his father and brother instilled in him the power of the West, not only strong ships, powerful cannons, but also holy magic.

When he was in his teens, he once ran into a white international student on the street.

The white international student called him "a ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey, weak chicken, kneel down!"

, gave him a few big mouths! When his father Jin Luanxiong learned about it, he not only did not help him, but even forced him to kneel down and whip him with a whip! He was beaten to death, and since then, he has been deeply in the future

Deep psychological shadows.

Even when he saw the faces of Europeans, even if he was just ordinary people, he felt a little scared.

This fear has formed a thinking inertia, deeply implanted into his brain milk.

What's more, what we are facing at this time is a true saint king! "Saint. Aogu, don't be aggressive, bully the weak, or bully others too much. Our China is a country of heaven and etiquette, and we have always been rational.

I am convinced and I don’t want to fight with you! I’m not afraid of you!”

Fan Qilong shivered all over, but he still plucked up the courage and shouted at the top of his throat.

He even cried, as if he was bullied.

Jiang Tian shook his head gently, feeling sad.

This is the national teacher of a dignified country. He is so afraid of the enemy, cowardly and timid! "What if you bully you and insult you, so what?

Do you want to convince people with reason?

Joke! The weak are not qualified to reason with the strong!”
Chapter completed!