War God Asura

At this moment, it seemed that all the voices had disappeared, and even everyone's breathing had stopped. In the silence around, only the sound of wind blowing by the wind and the sound of Xing Jue's footsteps on the grass could be heard.

But compared with those panicked and terrifying robbers.Compared to those villagers who were shocked and couldn't believe it.The most exciting faces are Liu Lele and Ma Qiang.

This pair of cousins, who had ridiculed Xingjue in every possible way, had all kinds of ridicules. At this moment, the dull faces were filled with various emotions, but no one could interpret the meaning, and the only one who understood their mood at the moment must be The two of them are themselves.

That kind of mood may be endless self-deprecation, or incomparable shock, but one thing is certain, they are shocked by the true strength of Xing Jue.

"High-ranking battle saint, are you a high-ranking battle saint?"

"How is it possible? High-level War Saint, how could it be here?"

"Isn't a strong like you supposed to be reused by the dynasty? How could it be a commoner?"

The robber headed his head and glanced at the robbers lying in the distance. The previously murderous eyes were full of endless fear.

The power exuded by Xing Jue had already clearly told him what kind of power Xing Jue was, that was a high-level war sage, a high-level war sage powerhouse far above him.

In the face of such a strong man, even if he has the combination spirit weapon of Tianjiying, he is still not sure that he can fight against Xingjue. In other words, he already knows that he has lost, and he knows that he will lose. Only the sentence of Xingjue!

"three"

At this moment, Xing Jue walked up to the robber head and Liu Lele, looking at the robber head head who was still holding Liu Lele in his arms, still holding Liu Lele's dress with both palms, but with a dull face and stiff body. The last word.

"Puffing"

"Young man, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me, I beg you, I beg you"

"We are all forced to be helpless. We are all people of the dynasty. It seems that we are all born in poverty. Please forgive us!"

After hearing the third word from Xing Jue's mouth, the robber's face instantly changed from pale to green, because to him, it was like the final warning of death sentence. At this moment, he was already letting go. Liu Lele, who was on her knees, kept ringing his head against Xing Jue.

"Boom boom boom boom"

The sound was loud, like sharp weapons beating each other, showing how hard he knocked on his head, and how scared he was at this moment.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Xing Jue completely ignored the behavior of the robber's head. Instead, he stopped in front of Liu Lele after walking by the other side. However, the sound of his footsteps made the robber head's body like a doomsday. Shaking constantly.

"Huh"