Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 1147
"Marquis of Dongjun? The enemy's road is really narrow. I thought I would never meet him here, but I did."

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, just in time, killing Jiao Batian was not enough for him, this time facing Dong Junhou, he wanted to really try the thrill of fighting against the warriors of the first cave.

Jiao Batian is too weak and has no reference value.

Dong Junhou is not the case. This guy was a battle hero of the Divine Phoenix Empire. Although he has become extravagant and lustful now, no matter what, his past experience will not be lost.

So this guy is definitely an extremely difficult opponent.

With the early cultivation of Jiuchongtian, it is very difficult to face the warriors of the first cave in the true sense.

But he wasn't afraid.

After all, when dealing with Jiao Batian, he didn't use all his strength.

"Where did that Gao Yangjun you just mentioned go?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"I'm not sure about this. After Gao Yangjun betrayed President Wu Xiang, he left. Maybe he was in the City Lord's Mansion."

The shopkeeper said.

"Okay, after I settle the matter here, I will go to the City Lord's Mansion to settle the score with Gao Yangjun. The traitor must die a miserable death, otherwise, it will be difficult to make an example of others!"

Ling Xiao patted the shopkeeper's shoulder lightly and said: "Okay, you rest here first, I have already healed most of the injuries for you, at least you won't die, after the matter in the backyard is resolved, I will treat you again."

"Ah."

The shopkeeper didn't know Ling Xiao's strength, but the reputation of the Chosen Son was really too loud. He had an absolute sense of admiration and blind trust in Ling Xiao, the Chosen Son.

Ling Xiao stood up, and then his face became gloomy, a cold murderous aura spread towards all around
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In the backyard of Xianglong Commercial Bank, the army of the City Lord's Mansion has forced the fighters of Xianglong Commercial Bank to the point of no return.

The two sides were at war, and there was incomparable hatred and killing intent in each other's eyes.

In midair, two figures were fighting.

This is an absolute life and death showdown.

There is no mistake to make, and whoever makes a mistake will die without a burial.

One of them is Wu Xiang.

At this time, his face was pale and angry, and his attacks became more and more fierce and unreasonable. He even wanted to kill the opponent in a short time without hesitating to be injured.

No way, he was poisoned.

Moreover, it is a highly poisonous poison that is difficult to cure. The longer the delay, the weaker he will be, and the less likely he will win.

His opponent is a martial artist who has just entered the cave realm, if it is normal, maybe he will not be afraid.

But now, he can only solve the predicament of Xianglong Trading Company by killing the other party as soon as possible.

He can escape.

With his cultivation base and strength, no one here can stop him.

But if he left, what would happen to so many good brothers?
He founded the Holy Pilgrimage Restoration Council. How could he just choose to escape at this critical moment?

That was so despicable and shameless.

Not even his style.

On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple battle robe and a purple gold crown, who looked full of dignity, was the Marquis of Dongjun.

Dongjun Hou Ming knew that Wu Xiang was poisoned, so he didn't confront Wu Xiang head-on from the beginning to the end, he just relied on his own body skills to keep avoiding.

Looking at Wu Xiang's sad but helpless look, a victor's smile appeared on his face.

This smile was full of sarcasm and banter, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Below the battlefield, the warriors of Xianglong Trading Company did not dare to act rashly, even though their eyes were about to burst into flames, they were so angry that they wanted to die with the enemy.

But there is no way, if they move, the people in the city lord's mansion will also move, and in the end, not only will they not be able to help, but it will cause even greater losses.

Feng Yaoluo and Po Qianjun who stood in the front had gloomy and ugly expressions, with unwillingness and strong anger on their faces.

The opponent could clearly lead an army to kill them all.

But it just didn't do that.

why?
Just to torture their president in front of them.

This is shame, helplessness, and heartbreaking pain!
"Xiaoluo, listen, once the fight starts later, I will do my best to keep you. No matter what, I must find Ling Xiao. This revenge must be avenged!"

Po Qianjun suddenly looked at Feng Yaoluo and said: "This grandson of Dongjunhou fights like this, President Wu Xiang will lose sooner or later, only Ling Xiao can avenge us."

"When we joined the Restoration Council, we said that life and death are together, and I will not escape."

Feng Yaoluo shook his head and said.

"Confused, if you don't leave, who will spread the news here, and who can avenge us?"

Po Qianjun said angrily.

"Isn't there still Yue Qin, her cultivation is stronger than ours, so it's better to let her go."

Feng Enchanting said lightly.

"I won't leave, I won't leave President Wu Xiang behind."

Yue Qin resolutely shook her head and said.

"Stop arguing, no one wants to leave here today, you people of Xianglong Trading Company, there is only one way, and that is death!"

Dong Junhou's voice suddenly came, showing strong disdain and contempt: "This Marquis is also tired of playing, Wu Xiang, don't blame me for being shameless, it's only because you have no vision and mistook that villain Gao Yangjun, hehe hey-hey."

"puff!"

Wu Xiang fell to the ground, a mouthful of black blood sprayed on the ground, his face became even more ugly, and his body also appeared extremely weak, almost to the point where he could not fight.

"Brothers, protect the president!"

Po Qianjun let out a loud roar, straightened out his long spear, and led the people to charge towards him.

It has reached this point, so let's die, at least before dying, we have to pull a few backs.

"kill!"

A group of people rushed up at the same time.

Those who remained were all loyal and brave men of the Hajj and Restoration Council. Even in this extremely dangerous situation, they were still able to use their own blood to defend the dignity of the Restoration Council.

"Hmph, a bunch of rubbish, waste! Don't do anything, let me do it!"

The Marquis of Dongjun snorted coldly and said: "Just with your three melons and two dates, you actually want to overthrow the rule of the True Demon Empire. Courage is worthless.

All die for me! "

Amidst the sneer, black flames burned on Dong Junhou's body.

This flame is actually cold.

It is the flame from the underworld, and it is the biggest characteristic of the Mingfeng clan.

The pair of fists blasted out, and the powerful black flame turned into a huge phoenix and rushed out.

The loud and clear phoenix chirping sounded, and the entire Xianglong Commercial Bank was surrounded by black clouds, as cold as hell.

"Chance!"

Wu Xiang, who was lying on the ground and seemed unable to move, suddenly exploded at this moment, and the blood-red light in his hand turned into a huge cross.

"Blood Cross!"

Dong Junhou's face changed drastically, knowing that he had been fooled.

Unexpectedly, this guy Wu Xiang is still so calm at this time, and he can think of such a way to deal with him.

(End of this chapter)