Chapter 1332 Demon Soldier Shura: Death or Surrender

Chapter 1332 Death or Surrender

"Boom!"

Before the first ray of sunlight shone on the mountains and rivers in the morning, Yan Wanming finally collapsed after running for two hundred miles. All four of its wings have been broken, and its body is covered with scars. More than a dozen shocking wounds run across its body. Internal organs and bones can be seen, which is shocking. The blood has completely dyed the black scales red. It is embarrassing and miserable. The most serious wound was in the throat, which was shattered by the Nine Heavens of the Jinyang Clan, leaving only half of it.

It threw itself on the ground, panting heavily, but the breath brought severe pain through the broken throat, making its majestic body stiffen for a while. Since it escaped from Nanyin Shenshan's exile, it has never suffered such a serious injury.

Haitang fell to the side, looking in horror at the giant bird covered in blood, with a huge body of ten meters, and steel wings of thirty to forty meters left and right, like a blood-stained black iron tower lying beside it, giving her a strong sense of oppression .

"Drug!" Yan Wanming fixed his vicious eyes on Haitang.

"No...no more..." Haitang retreated hastily, but stumbled and tripped over the stones under her feet.

"Take out all the healing medicines for me." Yan Wanming struggled to stand up, covered in blood, looking fierce, like a wraith.

"I left all my pills for Guitong!" Haitang's heart was in her throat, her face pale as paper.

"Bring it!" Yan Wanming suddenly screamed and grabbed Haitang with one paw. Haitang is petite, this claw can almost tear half of her body apart.

"I'll give it! I'll give it!" Haitang screamed, terrified, and closed her eyes tightly, but... After waiting for a while, Yan Wanming remained silent in fright, and she raised her eyelids cautiously.

Yan Wanming's claws stopped beside Haitang, the sharp edge was like a sharp scimitar, burning with blood. It turned its head and stared at the canopy in front of it. A man with bloody wings suddenly appeared and fell there from a high altitude.

"It's you?" Yan Wanming recognized Qin Ming.

"We meet again." Qin Ming smiled, looking at Yan Wanming with great interest. He knew that this guy was very strong, so he also attracted the Jinyang clan, but he didn't expect that Qiu Ziqi would borrow the Holy Martial Nine Heavens from Mu's family, and he didn't expect Liu Xiao to bring two Nine Heavens. A little nervous, with a premonition that the situation is going to get out of control. What was even more unexpected was that the three Holy Martial Nine Heavens failed to trap one of them! It's not that the three Saint Wu Jiuzhongtians are too weak, but very strong, but this monster is stronger and stronger.

Qin Lan crossed the space and appeared next to Haitang, and before Haitang could react, she took her back to Qin Ming's side.

"Why did you come here! This is not what we planned!" Haitang stood up on the spot, glaring at Qin Ming viciously, her delicate body trembling with anger.

"Plans are not as fast as changing, adapt to the situation, aren't you good?"

"I'm fine? I'm not fine! I almost died! You bastard!" Haitang screamed, and the tension and fear that had been suppressed for several days broke out at this moment.

"I will make it up to you."

"Compensation? If I die, what will you compensate for, and will you be buried with me?"

"Are you plotting against me?" Yan Wanming looked at Qin Ming viciously, and basically understood that everything was planned by this bastard!

"We're in each other's way, you plot against me, and you don't allow me to plot against you?" Qin Ming had a bright smile on his face, perfect! Exactly what he wanted! Huanlangtian and the Jinyang Clan knew that it was the Palace of Execution Heaven that took Haitang away, so they would definitely chase after Tianlou and put pressure on the Palace of Execution Heaven. Maybe more forces would be involved and join hands to demand Haitang from the Palace of Execution Heaven .

But Zhutiandian didn't have Haitang at all, so he couldn't hand it over, and he couldn't explain it clearly. Of course, the result was going to war. Even if they couldn't fight, the Hall of Punishing Heaven would have to send troops to Yangtian Mountain, thereby greatly weakening the Hall of Executioning Heaven's power in the East China Sea, and creating opportunities for the Wanshou Islands and the Hall of Heavenly Kings to fight back.

"Who are you!" Yan Wanming felt that there was something wrong with this person at that time. It had struggled on the island of exile for more than ten years, and its eyes were always accurate.

"I don't know you if you change the color?" Qin Ming waved his blood-colored wings and smiled evilly.

color? wing? Yan Wanming's eagle eyes suddenly froze, thinking of a possibility: "Palace of Heavenly Kings, Qin Ming?"

Qin Ming waved his wings and floated in mid-air, looking down at him: "Is it death or surrender?"

Yan Wanming raised his head and looked at Qin Ming in mid-air, no wonder he was able to give him such a complicated and dangerous feeling, he was really not a small person. He has heard about this kid's deeds, all kinds of crazy and various adventures have created a famous legend in the ancient seas in just a few years, everyone is in awe and widely praised. However, the West Sea has not healed from heavy injuries, and the East China Sea has just started a chaotic war, so he ran to the heaven by himself?

What kind of bad luck happened to Zhutian Temple, not only fell into his hands repeatedly, but even such an important matter as entering the heavenly court to assign tasks was entrusted to him.

"Surrender? It's up to you?" Yan Wanming's muscles squirmed violently, and the steel wings spread out again. However, as soon as the aura was raised, the chest was violently rolled, and a mouthful of blood was almost spurted out, and even the spread wings drooped amidst the sound of rubbing bones. It was so seriously injured that even its spiritual power was almost exhausted.

"Death, or surrender!" Qin Ming stepped forward, his whole body surging out, like high mountains continuously bombarding Yan Wanming's majestic body.

"No one can make me, Yan Wanming, surrender." Yan Wanming roared violently, erupting with force.

However……

boom! Boom boom boom!

Eighteen lights and shadows appeared out of thin air, not a hundred meters wide, but about twenty or thirty meters, but still surging with terrifying coercion, eighteen kings' phantoms, eighteen directions, intertwined into a cage-like killing field, Shocking Yan Wanming, he suddenly knelt down.

"Death, or surrender." Qin Ming's voice was calm, but under the golden light, he was solemn and majestic, and even the bloody wings were dyed with a faint golden light.

"I'd rather die!" Yan Wanming roared dully, with a loud and violent voice. It was struggling violently like a terrifying savage beast, but the injuries all over its body were too serious, and any movement was like countless knives tearing and cutting at the wound, causing heartbreak. Bone-like pain, it is roaring more like a roar of pain.

"The dignified Heavenly Court powerhouse is reduced to Punishing Heaven Palace to guard the gate for others. Isn't it more uncomfortable than death? Don't you still bear it. I will give you a chance to be reborn now, a chance to stand on the battlefield of Heavenly Court again, you accept it, Give up!" Qin Ming controlled the Eighteenth King Statue and suppressed it crazily. The monster was so injured that its spiritual power was almost consumed, yet it still had such strong power that it almost shattered the King Statue. The more this is the case, the more Qin Ming wants to control it. It is a pity that such a strong force stays in Yangtian Mountain.

"No! Yes! Yes!" Yan Wanming's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been stimulated by something, and suddenly he roared even more crazily, regardless of his injuries and his own consumption, he struggled fiercely. Flesh was torn, bones twisted out of cracks, blood flowed across the body, and the wound on the throat seemed to be torn open.

"The last time, is it to die or to live hard. To die in humiliation, or to fight in the heaven again?" Qin Ming's pupils suddenly turned pitch black, his face was covered with strange black lines, and the Shura knife was controlled by the soul and rushed out from between his eyebrows.

Black air lingered, evil spirit surged, and the Shura knife was suspended in front of Qin Ming. It was icy cold and extremely sharp, and an extremely terrifying aura seemed to explode violently at any time.

The vast rainforest, the dawn and the sky, all seem to freeze at this moment.

Yan Wanming's frenzied appearance of struggling was terrifying, but when the Asura Knife appeared and the piercing killing intent pierced through his body, he froze, with a ferocious expression still fixed on his face, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the drapery hanging in front of Qin Ming. black knife.

Haitang opened her mouth exaggeratedly, staring at the knife in a daze.