„Right, I have not trusted you from beginning to end.” Jiang Qisha stands up, with that swift and fierce both eyes, tight is staring at Murong Mingtian, is very the serious road.
„Jiang Qisha, I urged you to cultivate the behavior do not go too far, I tolerated to you again, but stemming from the respect to the ally, you do not think that my this has feared you.” Murong Mingtian points at the Jiang Qisha anger sound to scold to say.
„Ally? Actually forgot to tell you, in my eyes, you were not the ally, but was one flock of dogs, regarding the dog, I needs to respect?” Jiang Qisha laughs, the unusual satire that smiles.
„Jiang Qisha, you go too far.” Hears this words, Murong Mingtian to be angry finally, a skill revolution, King Armament of light shining in all directions, then appears in the hand, cultivation of Seventh Rank Martial King to be greatly strengthened, is joined to King Armament the potential of King again, that power and influence is sufficiently earthshaking, sweeps away all obstacles.
At this moment, a boundless aura, has formed the wild hurricane, unceasing from Murong Mingtian within the body, takes away as many things as possible turbulently.
This makes the entire main hall fiercely sway, the small thing of innumerable ornaments in main shrine start to fall to throw down and break, if not for this palace were passes from the ancient times, was exceptionally firm, perhaps already by this formidable power and influence, shaking stiffly became the smashing.
„”, however, even if Murong Mingtian power and influence at this moment is so formidable, but Jiang Qisha actually does not fear, he smiles cold, afterward palm, flame great halberd, then appeared in the hand.
„Buzz” that flame great halberd, an extremely terrifying aura then sends out, only in the flash, then covers the main hall, even gave to cover the Murong Mingtian power and influence.
At this moment, in this main shrine, besides the Jiang Qisha three people, all people felt the huge pressure, a pressure beyond description, they of oppression have not gasped for breath.
Even, Murong Mingtian grasps that King Armament in hand, at this moment slightly is shivering unexpectedly, is King Armament it, was unexpectedly timid.
At this moment, a Murong Mingtian complexion, bleached all of a sudden, he has sized up once again carefully, flame great halberd in Jiang Qisha hand, but more sizes up panic-stricken in his eyes, is strong.
Finally, his sleeve robe shakes unexpectedly, receives unexpectedly King Armament in hand, has taken also back oneself that Seventh Rank Martial King pressure, a face ashamed road: „The Jiang Qisha little friend, was just old man had impulsed, but also looked should not be offended.”
This confrontation, formally has not started, Murong Mingtian admitted defeat unexpectedly.