In his eyes, King Beiling is like a struggling animal, making a final wail before dying.
"bite off more than one can chew"
Ghost Feng suddenly shot thunderbolt and slapped his palm on the side of the black knife to dissolve all the power of this knife of King Beiling.
At the same time, the ghost front broke the defense of the king of Beiling and pressed it to the other side’s chest!
The king of Beiling can hit the palm of his hand with a backhand punch if he doesn’t accept his knife.
Bang!
Fist-palm strike
A chill rushed into his body along the fist of King Beiling!
King Beiling’s arm was covered with frost, and the speed visible to the naked eye spread rapidly along his arm towards his body.
King Beiling shuddered!
The two sides are fighting against each other, and he has already been hit hard. His veins and even his insides have a tendency to freeze into ice!
"poof!"
King Beiling spat out one mouthful blood.
This blood spilled on the ground and braved the cold and turned into a pile of bloody ice.
In the same order in hell, the ancient ghost clan has high blood vessels!
Wangda cave in Beiling was frozen by another hades’ blood vessel vision, and lost its greatest reliance.
The ghost front does not release anything against him, but it is enough to suppress it with the flesh and blood!
Ghost Feng did not give King Northridge a breathing machine and further slapped him on his chest.
Click!
King Beiling’s chest sank in deeply.
The cold entered the body, and the king of Beiling was shocked. He couldn’t control his body and fell to the ground. His lips were purple and his body was shaking with cold.
Seeing this scene, the princes of all parties in Northridge all look complicated.
It has been more than 100,000 years since King Tang of Beiling ruled Beiling. I didn’t expect to end up in such a mess today.
"Hey!"
Tang Qinger exclaimed that he wanted to be desperate but was stopped by Chen Bo next to him.
"alas"
King Beiling sighed in his heart, feeling depressed and despaired.
The gap between the two sides is too big.
With a letter from the prison master, he told the prison king that few people dared to be with him.
And he can’t stop the ancient kings.
Today, his end is sealed.
Since the cold spring warden decided to kill him, he wouldn’t give him a chance.
The king of Beiling looked back at the descendants behind him, and finally his eyes rested on Tang Qinger’s body and mind, or there was a glimmer of hope.
"Shen Tuying, the Qing son should marry into Nanlin in the future, which is not my family in Beiling Tang Dynasty."
The king of Beiling looked at the south forest and said, "If you miss the old love, you’d better take Qing son to me …"
"What did you say!"
King Beiling hasn’t finished talking yet. Lord Nan Lin hurriedly interrupted him and looked disgusted for fear of avoiding not waving his hand. "I don’t know what old love is."
"You …"
King Beiling glared with anger in his heart.