Chapter 1583: Millions of Corpses, Blood Flowing Thousands of Miles 1

"Now, I, Bingxin Dynasty, declare!"

"Princess Bingjian'er, to marry Young Master Aotian, the order of parents, the words of matchmaker!"

"If anyone dares to obstruct, I, Bing Xin Dynasty, will definitely punish them severely!"

Lord Bing Xin cupped his hands towards Young Master Aotian, glanced at Wang Xian coldly, and said coldly through gritted teeth.

Make the final announcement!

"What kind of parental order and matchmaker's words? I am Jian'er's father. What qualifications do you Bing Xin Dynasty have to call Jian'er's parents?"

"Jian'er has lost her memory, how long has it been since she entered your Bingxin Dynasty? Now that Jian'er disagrees, what qualifications do you have to force her!"

Sect Master Ling, who was standing beside Wang Xian, heard the words of King Bing Xin, with an angry look on his face, and roared loudly.

"Let me out, I won't marry him, let me out!"

At the position of Tianjiao Terrace, Ling Jian'er swung the metal long sword in his hand, stabbing heavily towards the formation.

However, the solid formation did not have the slightest wave.

"This is really unexpected!"

"Now the Bingxin Dynasty is in embarrassment. According to me, Bing Jian'er is not the daughter of Lord Bingxin at all, but was brought by the ancestor of Bingxin Dynasty outside not long ago!"

"Bing Jian'er's heart obviously belongs to Pastor Wang, and now he is no more than that Pastor Wang, he is going to be unlucky, the woman that Young Master Aotian wants to get, he is completely unqualified!"

Everyone around watched, pursed their lips, and spoke in a low voice.

"Bingxin Dynasty, ungrateful!"

"Today, I, Wang Xian, announced! If Jian'er doesn't leave with me today, I will definitely let your Bingxin Dynasty bleed for thousands of miles!"

Wang Xian glanced over Ling Jian'er, stared at everyone in the Bing Xin Dynasty, and announced the same with murderous intent on his face.

"Haha, haha, Pastor Wang, I'll honor you as Pastor Wang for your face, but if you don't give you face, you are nothing in our Bingxin dynasty's eyes!"

"Let my Bingxin Dynasty bleed for thousands of miles, do you have that strength? Haha!"

The long-haired old man of Bingxin Dynasty laughed wildly, and the powerful aura belonging to the eighth level of Dongxu radiated directly from his body, staring at Wang Xian with a cold face.

All the rest of the Bingxin Dynasty also stared at Wang Xian with flickering eyes.

"Haha, it's really interesting, it's really interesting, a priest of Guangming, a little priest of Guangming, dares to challenge Ban Bingxin Dynasty!"

"It's really arrogant and arrogant, don't you dare to criticize our solipsism?"

"Don't think that just because you saved the crown prince of the Wuji Dynasty, you can act unscrupulously in the vast area, Bingxin Dynasty, don't have any scruples!"

"All the consequences will be borne by our Solipsism!"

Aotian laughed wildly when he heard Wang Xian's words.

The laughter was full of disdain, and finally, he made a promise to Bing Xin Dynasty.

Don't be afraid of the Wuji Dynasty, there is their solipsism!

"I want to see how you can make our Bingxin Dynasty bleed for thousands of miles!"

The long-haired old man flew several hundred meters forward, looking down at Wang Xian.

Around, Bing Fa Wu, the lord Bing Qiankun, and Bing Xin Dynasty immediately flew into the air, looking down as well.

"Aotian, wanting me to marry you is wishful thinking!"

In the formation of Tianjiao Terrace, Ling Jian'er's icy voice sounded.

"Hmph, you've been mine all your life. Before long, our wedding will be held under the attention of everyone in the world!"

"Now, I'll take you back to the Solipsism, let's go, it's not good to watch that guy die here!"

Aotian saw that everyone was looking at this side, his expression was a little bad, he waved his arm.

A hexagram pattern appeared in the sky above the Tianjiao Stage, and the figures of the two disappeared instantly.

"Solipsism, you are killing yourself!"

When Wang Xian saw Ling Jian'er who had disappeared into the formation, his eyes gradually turned black.

The tyrannical breath condensed on his body.

"A little priest, get rid of it as soon as possible, it's a waste of time!"

A Supreme Elder of the Weili Sect said lightly, gestured to the Supreme Elder beside him, moved his body, and jumped into the space above.

Through the remote transmission of the six-pointed star, leave directly.

"Remember, a bright pastor, don't be so arrogant, otherwise, you will die!"

Bing Fa Wu and the long-haired old man of Bing Xin Dynasty stared at Wang Xian and said calmly.

"kill him!"

The two said, and ordered to the two beside them.

"It's the ancestor!"

The two strong men of the seventh level of the cave nodded and walked out slowly.

"That Pastor Wang is going to die!"

"Who would have thought that this sage of light would end like this!"

"It's because he's too arrogant, anyone dares to provoke him, this time, I'm afraid it will be over!"

Seeing the enraged Bing Xin Dynasty preparing to attack, everyone around talked with flickering eyes.

Wang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the two seventh-level powerhouses of the Bing Xin Dynasty flying out.

That kind of violent killing intent made his eyes slowly become extremely dark.

"Our Bingxin Dynasty gives you face, you have face, if you don't give you face, you are nothing!"

Two powerhouses of the seventh rank of Dongxu stared at Wang Xian and said with disdain.

Behind, Bing Jinghuan watched this scene with excitement.

"Cough cough, cough cough, finally arrived, finally arrived!"

"Pastor Wang, save me, cough cough, I will help you, help you kill them, help you bleed thousands of miles, kill everyone!"

At this moment, a stooped old man walked towards Wang Xian leaning on a cane.

He glanced around, looked at Wang Xian, squeezed a smile on his face, and said to Wang Xian somewhat flatteringly.

The two Dongxu seventh-rank powerhouses who were about to do it were slightly taken aback, and looked at the old man.

"Who is this old thing?"

"A useless person? That old man seems to be a useless person. Is there something wrong with his brain? What are you doing here?"

The old man who suddenly appeared, and said wild words in his mouth, made everyone around slightly stunned.

"You old bastard, let's die with you, Pastor Wang!"

The two Dongxu seventh-rank powerhouses of Bingxin Dynasty showed a trace of cold disdain on their faces.

The staffs and long swords in their hands, a violent stream of water, and a bone-piercing ice sword instantly attacked Wang Xian and the crooked old man.

"Buzz!"

Wang Xian looked at the two attacks without the slightest emotion in his eyes, and slowly raised his arms.

A force of light resisted directly.

He turned his head slowly, looking at the crooked old man who was begging to please him.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself!"

Wang Xian's black-haired pupils were full of tyranny, and the other palm was placed directly on the old man's chest.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying demonic energy directly entered the old man's body, and the dark soul released by him trembled instantly.

"I want to destroy the Bingxin Dynasty!"

His cold voice reached the ears of the stooped old man.