C278 Kill Yourself

Boom!

A monstrous palm print pierced through the Inner Palace and tore through the void, arriving as soon as it appeared. In a smooth manner, it had already arrived in front of Jian Ao.

"Bang!"

Facing the Sword General who attacked with hatred, Even Jian Ao, who had transformed into a Blood Devil, was unable to defend himself. Under this palm strike, he was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. He was sent flying backwards continuously, smashing countless walls and losing an unknown amount of wealth. In the end, his entire body was drowned by the ruins.

"Hehe! An ant dares to shake an elephant!" A light laugh came from the Inner Palace. It was Lang Qi, who had entered earlier.

Looking at the originally clean square, it had turned into a tomb, a corpse field, and even a blood field.

The corpses were stacked hundreds of times, broken limbs and flesh, and blood flowed for thousands of miles!

The prince's mansion, which should have been incomparably holy, had now become like this. It was totally not putting First Prince's mansion in its eyes, and it had severely humiliated the prince's mansion. Such a person deserved to die ten thousand times for his crimes!

Initially, someone had gone in to report to him, but he didn't believe it. Even with the support of the Fifth Prince, Lang Xie, One should know that. . . After all, the prince and the prince were brothers. He had the same blood on his body. Until the last moment. . . They would never fall out with each other. This was also the reason why during the banquet in the palace. . . Lang Tian and Lang Xie did not make any moves because they were afraid that they would be taken advantage of by others. Secondly, they were afraid that the elusive Wind Mist King would mistakenly think that they were killing their brother. After that, they would kill their father.

"Hmm?" Prince Lang Xie and Mafoo Sword General's facial expression changed. They had never thought that this old man would ignore the rules of the Jianghu and take advantage of his seniority, disregarding his status. A dignified Sword General with terrifying strength would attack a sword master as small as an ant.

This scene, even the driver of a Sword General did not expect it.

Mafoo Sword General's face darkened when he saw Lang Xie chasing after him. He also followed after Lang Xie.

"En!" Lang Xie looked at the small hill of ruins and frowned. He couldn't sense Jian Ao's Qi at all.

"Could he be dead?!" Lang Xie's face darkened as he said in a deep voice.

Lang Qi's loud laughter was heard. "Dead! Of course he was dead! Humph! It would be strange if a swordsman was not killed by one of my palm strikes!"

Lang Xie heard him and immediately glared at him. This made Lang Qi's eyelids jump. He didn't dare to say anything, no matter how much he wanted to say. The difference in status between them made Lang Qi a little hesitant to attack.

Lang Qi was speechless. He was just a swordsman! Although it was very strange, he was only a swordsman after all. Why was he so nervous? Even if the Sword General behind you died, you wouldn't be like this!

Mafoo Sword General looked at Lang Xie, who was frowning more and more, and spoke. He said, "Mistress, Lang Qi is right. The strength of a Sword General was very terrifying. The strength of a palm, not to mention a swordsman. Even a master swordsman, or even someone who is also a Sword General warrior, wouldn't dare to take it head on! " He was also puzzled. He was just a master swordsman. With Lang Xie's current imposing manner, he could ask for as much as he wanted. Did he need to do this?

Lang Xie shook his head and said, "No, I feel that he isn't dead yet! He wouldn't die so quickly either! He won't die so easily! " That's right, Lang Xie really felt that way. His intuition told him that Jian Ao would never die!

"Intuition? Humph! Prince Lang Xie, if your intuition is correct. . . Do you still need to cultivate?" When he reached the Sword Master Stage, his true qi had already gone through one cycle after another. He was constantly tempering his body and strengthening it. From there, one would be able to hear everything, not to mention a Sword General! Although the distance between the two was a bit far, Lang Qi, who was a Sword General, could still hear them. Hmph!

"En!" Lang Xie turned his head and an evil aura rushed over, causing Lang Qi's body to tremble and reveal a terrified expression. He knew that if Lang Xie wanted him dead, he would have to die. There were more than a hundred ways to kill him. Even his master, Lang Tian, couldn't save him.

Lang Xie said in a deep voice, "Lang Qi, if this friend of mine can survive, what will you do?"

"How is it?" Lang Qi's face turned red because of Lang Xie's question. What he said as a Sword General was naturally true. But now, he was questioning and even questioning himself. What do you think? This feeling was as if he was being toyed with by someone else. It was extremely aggrieved!

He finally knew how Lang Tian felt. No wonder he immediately announced that he would go into seclusion once he returned. No one was to be seen.

Lang Qi's face turned red. How was it? What else could he do? How powerful was his palm? He knew it very well. Not to mention a swordsman, even a Sword General would not dare to take his palm strike head on. However, he was hit by a swordsman.

"I will. . . I will!" The more Lang Qi spoke, the redder his face became.

"What about you?" Lang Xie said in a deep voice.

"I will kill myself on the spot!" Lang Qi shouted and pointed at the ruins. He said, "I don't believe he can survive! I don't believe it!"

"Cough cough!"

All of a sudden, a slight cough could be heard from the ruins. It was followed by a weak sound, but the mocking smell did not disappear.

"Is that so?"

Is that so? Is that so? Is that so!

This word seemed to have a powerful demonic power, turning into a powerful demonic sound, instantly shocking the entire audience.

Lang Xie: "- - -" Although he said that he believed that he could survive, that was only his belief. That palm was extremely powerful!

Mafoo Sword General:. . . ""

Lang Qi: "----" Is he alive? He actually survived under his own palm! How was this possible!

Everyone: "- - -" It was over. The butler wanted to commit suicide on the spot and commit suicide. What should they do? What should they do! It was not easy for a person to bring him hope, but in the blink of an eye, he wanted to commit suicide. The flame of hope was extinguished too quickly!

Staring at the ruins, Jian Ao's figure slowly crawled out.

At this time, Jian Ao had returned to normal. The bulging veins, the blood red skin, and the demonic Cool Breeze Sword had returned to normal!

Unlike before, his hair was messy. On his chest, a palm print was revealed. It was left by Lang Qi's palm. A large amount of blood spurted out from his body. Strangely, the blood did not drip down. Instead, it flowed in and out automatically, forming a cycle.

Lang Xie stared at Jian Ao. He felt that Jian Ao was different from Jian Ao. This was the Jian Ao that he had first met, not the Jian Ao who had just slaughtered hundreds of people.

"Jian Ao?" Lang Xie's voice was full of doubt. He believed in his intuition. Since his intuition told him so, he must have his own reasons.

Jian Ao nodded weakly and said in a deep voice, "Jian Ao! From the beginning to the end, it was Jian Ao!"

Just as Lang Xie thought, At that time, Jian Ao wasn't the real Jian Ao, but a killing machine controlled by a massive killing intent.

"What a huge killing intent!" Jian Ao thought to himself.

It was also because of the huge killing intent that Jian Ao was able to release such a powerful force. He fought the nine master swordsmen alone and killed them.

"It was Jian Ao from the beginning to the end!" Lang Xie was slightly stunned and showed a puzzled expression. He wanted to tell himself that he had been overthinking just now!

Jian Ao looked at the huge palm print on his chest and then stared at Lang Qi who was standing in front of the prince's mansion. His eyes were filled with an enormous hostility and killing intent. The palm print on his body had been left behind by him.

"Swoosh!"

He stretched out his hand and took out a white robe and put it on his body. He looked at Lang Qi coldly and said in a flat tone, "Kill yourself!"

Kill yourself!

Jian Ao's voice was soft, but it was heard by everyone.

He, a puny Second Level of Sword Master Stage, actually made a Sword General kill himself. He killed himself on the spot!

What kind of domineering aura was this! What kind of Ao Tian Lingyun was this! What kind of Jian Ao Under Heaven was this!

The way he looked at Jian Ao was filled with respect, even the guards of First Prince Prefecture were the same.

There was no limit to respect. There was no rule that anyone who listened to orders had to respect the person. There was no rule that said that enemies and enemies couldn't be respected.

Everything was decided by man!