Chapter 1009 A Dog

The Bloody Hand King was full of blood and energy, his whole body was furious, and his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

Yes, he was born poor and humble, not from a noble family in the Dagan Dynasty.

But he worked so hard, suffered so much, and endured so many sins that no one could endure before he finally broke through King Wu and was favored by the royal family of the Dagan Dynasty, becoming a member of the King Wu of the Dynasty.

In the dynasty, he was not taken seriously, he recognized it.

His cultivation level surpassed that of many early seventh-order martial kings, but he was repeatedly dispatched to slaughter other sects, and he worked hard with other martial kings. He also recognized it.

He knew that many noble Wu Wangs in the Dagan Dynasty did not regard him as a kindred spirit at all, but only regarded him as a dog of the royal family of the Dagan Dynasty.

He recognized all these.

Even when he entered the secret realm of Heavenly Demons, he was dispatched directly to the Wuzun area to protect Shen Mengchen and the others, and he did not have any complaints.

He knew that he was born humble, and if he wanted to stand with others, he had to spend more effort and effort than others.

He has no regrets about these.

However, when he worked hard for decades and finally became the King of Wu, standing in seemingly the same position as others, he realized that all these efforts were purely in vain.

Despise, always exists.

The same King Wu, his resources are always less than others.

At the same time, King Wu, his mission is never to be taken seriously by others.

He has to fight his life and die in order to occupy a position in the Daqian Dynasty, while others can be drunk and wait for resources to cultivate.

Why?

Could it be that someone else was born into a noble family, and he was born humble?

Especially when he broke through the middle stage of the seventh rank at the moment, when he thought he could make a big difference, he was still ridiculed, disdainful, and contemptuous by this group of people.

He suddenly felt that his efforts were meaningless in an instant.

"Ha ha!"

He smiled, wryly, as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

His eyes were blood red, and then, his right hand tightly clamped the neck of the Martial King, and said coldly: "I repeat, where did Ding Qianqiu go? And the Martial King of the Great Power Dynasty, have you met? "

The icy voice seemed to come from Jiuyou Purgatory, and it came out of the mouth of the King of Blood, who was known as the executioner of the Great Gan Dynasty.

"King of Blood Hands, be bold."

"Let's put the psychic king down soon."

"The psychic king is a disciple of the ancestors, are you trying to court death?"

A famous martial king was all shocked at this moment, and even forgot how the Blood Hand King captured the psychic king in an instant, and even roared.

In particular, the leader of the Iron Arm King, his eyes flashed coldly, and he burst into anger.

The psychic king was different from the previously killed King Hong Feng, who was just the King Wu of the Fucheng Dynasty under the Dagan Dynasty.

The psychic king is the disciple of the ancestor Ding Qianqiu.

If there is a problem with the psychic king, he, the leader who stayed behind, will definitely be punished by the ancestors.

As for the psychic king himself, he screamed like killing a pig, stared angrily and said, "King of Blood Hands, how dare you treat me like this? Who gave you the courage to treat me like this, don't put me down quickly, Are you ready to die?"

The psychic king struggled angrily, trying to break free from the shackles of the Blood Hand King.

But it was useless. The claws of the Blood Hand King were like iron hoops, which bound him firmly. Not only could he not break free, but it became tighter and more painful.

"King of Bloody Hand, what time are you wasting?" Qin Chen frowned and said coldly.

"Okay, don't you say it?" The Blood-handed King shuddered when he heard Qin Chen's words, and recovered from his anger, a ferocious light flashed in his eyes, and his true essence burst out.

puff!

The next moment, the pinched neck of the psychic king burst open.

"King of Blood Hand, you..."

The psychic king widened his frightened and angry eyes. Halfway through his words, the whole person was kicked out by the bloody hand king, and half of his body was directly shattered, turning into a rain of blood.

silence.

At this moment, the whole valley was silent.

The ancestor's disciple, the psychic king, was killed by the bloody king. Is this guy crazy?

"King of Blood Hand, you are courting death!"

Unable to hold back any longer, the Iron Arm King screamed in rage, swayed his body, and instantly killed the Blood Hand King.

At this moment, his heart is full of fear, and there is only one thought in his heart, that is, to capture the King of Blood Hands and pay for the King of Spiritualism, otherwise, he will inevitably be implicated.

boom!

A terrifying black iron arm appeared in the void, crushing it towards the Blood Hand King.

The other Martial Kings also looked at this scene in shock and anger at the moment, looking at the Blood Hand King in disbelief, with anger and resentment in their eyes.

They could all imagine the fate of the Blood Hand King. Under the wrath of the Iron Arm King, they would definitely be captured and taught a lesson.

Only the next moment, their expressions all solidified.

puff!

The bloody hand king was expressionless, raised his hand suddenly, a bloody palm print appeared in the sky, grabbed the black iron arm suddenly, bang, two terrifying forces collided, and they all burst apart. The king's palm print rumbled forward for more than ten meters before slowly dissipating.

"Is it actually blocked by him?"

"how is this possible?"

"The Blood Hand King is only a Martial King at the peak of the seventh-order early stage. How can he be the opponent of the Iron Arm King?"

"No, look at the aura of the Bloody Hand King."

"In the middle stage of the seventh order, has the Bloody Hand King broke through the middle stage of the seventh order?"

The crowd was stunned, and they were speechless, looking at the Bloody Hand King in disbelief.

When did the Blood Hand King actually enter the middle stage of the seventh order? how can that be?

Those of them who have worked hard in the Martial King area of ​​the Heavenly Demon Realm have not been able to enter the middle stage of the seventh rank. Before the Blood Hand King went to the Martial Lord area, how could they have made a breakthrough earlier than them? This is not at all common sense.

"Okay, good you bloody king, no wonder you are so arrogant, thinking that you are invincible after breaking through the middle stage of the seventh order?"

The iron-armed king's face was ashen, bang, the power of the blood on his body exploded, and the whole person's breath soared for a catastrophe, like a stream of light, killing the blood-handed king instantly.

"This king will let you know that even if you break through the middle stage of the seventh rank, in this king's eyes, you are just a dog."

Boom!

In the rage, the Iron Arm King instantly came to the Blood Hand King and launched a brazen attack.

"In your eyes, is my Blood-handed King a dog of the Dagan Dynasty?" The Blood-handed King laughed in grief and anger, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Okay, then, I'll let you see, How terrifying is the dog in your eyes!"

boom!

Under the anger, the blood-handed king and the iron-armed king fought together in an instant, rumbling, and the monstrous real energy was boiling. The two fought dozens or hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye. Back off, horrified.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, facing the King of Iron Arms, the King of Blood Hands did not have any disadvantage.

"how is this possible?"

Everyone was shocked and froze one by one.

Even if the Bloody Hand King broke through the middle stage of the seventh order, how could he be the opponent of the Iron Arm King who had broken through to the middle stage of the seventh order for nearly ten years?

They were shocked, but Qin Chen frowned.

Waiting for the King of Bloody Hand to defeat the King of Iron Arms is too time-consuming, and he doesn't have that much time to waste here.

"Fat cat, go up and help the Bloody Hand King."

Turning to look at the big black cat, Qin Chen said lightly.