Chapter 1325: Heavenly election
The first thousand three hundred and twenty-five chapters of the day
"The right way alliance, it is almost impossible to see where justice is." The emperor sighed.
It is a pity that such a young man is so dead.
However, this is a matter within the League of the Right Way, and it is indeed guilty of the child, and there is no objection to the penalty.
Then he is not easy to intervene in the Imperial City.
"Brother." Jiang Xueting shuddered and screamed.
The gentleman smiled softly and said: "I am dead, but I believe that justice will last forever, you are still there, then help me achieve it!"
In the eyes of Jiang Xueting, there was a sigh of relief. She nodded and gently whispered.
She did not persuade, nor did she plead for the talent, just beside him and accompany him.
The bright holy sword rises, which contains the power of the ruling. Although it is not as good as the absolute ruling of the child's feelings, it does not have the slightest resistance, and naturally it is enough for his life.
The talent is willing to be punished.
Stupid, old-fashioned, no matter what, but he is like this, and that is the way he can attract so many young people with passion.
The sword fell.
A shadow, but rushed to the talent, like a moth to fight.
Immediately, the beast is shocking!
In Jiang Xueting's body, a fierce beast rushes out and the giant mouth opens. It is a powerful force to swallow.
Her martial arts, this is the blasphemy, can swallow everything!
A bite, engulf the bright sword.
This is not to block the attack for the talent, but to replace the talent, to be punished!
"Snow Ting!"
The singer exclaimed, and quickly shot, the void directly solidified, the word "yu", a big shine.
However, the bright sword has already entered the body, and Jiang Xueting’s vitality has flown rapidly.
There is no blood on her body.
Bright Sword, that is the sanction of justice, how can it be so bloody.
However, murder is killing, how to be calm, and how many fierce and savage can be hidden?
The talented child's eyes widened, and the pupils contracted. He began to tremble and madly poured power into Jiang Xueting.
He clearly wants to guard everyone.
But why, even the people around you can't guard!
He suddenly understood, Qin Qi's state of mind.
So, will he choose to kill?
"Why are you so stupid!"
"Is the brother not a fool?" Jiang Xueting smiled a little hard.
She leaned sideways and leaned in the arms of her talented person.
In the past, only pretending to be angry can rely on one.
If you don't rely on it now, there is no chance.
"Brother, as long as it is your decision, no matter what it is, I will fully support you."
"But you can't let yourself die. Only this, I will never promise, so I will die for you, whether you are guilty or not, I will bear everything for you!"
"The world you want should be created by yourself, and only you can create."
"Brother, let go of those confusions, that is not the right way in your heart."
"I want to see the old brothers, never lost, never give in, only respect the heart."
The talentedness of the child is low, and the vitality of Jiang Xueting’s rapid flight is not that his strength can be recovered. Her soul is moving toward silence.
His long hair, scattered, is no longer the meticulous look.
No one can see his expression.
The ruling of the Zhengda Guangming Hall turned out to be such a change.
Jiang Xueting, died on behalf of the child!
However, the ruling of the Guangming Hall of Zhengda is to be able to replace it. If it is so "children", then what is the majesty of the Guangming Hall?
The metaphor of light, in the light of the light, the face has been ugly to the extreme.
It is not counted that Qin Qi escaped from their hands. At this moment, the criminals were sentenced to such a change!
He seems to see the majesty of the Guangming Hall, sweeping the floor!
"Interfering the ruling, the same as the death penalty, you two, today will die under the sword of justice!"
The Huanghuang Shenwei, the Guangming Holy Sword once again condensed.
It is to kill the talent.
Many people have changed their looks. Although they cannot speak because of the power of the sacred metaphor of light, they are already somewhat dissatisfied.
The talent is indeed guilty, but the discerning person can also see that he is just abandoning the child.
Today, Jiang Xueting died on behalf of the talented person, which made people feel shocked.
And the sacred metaphor of light, even to continue the ruling.
Where is this justice?
However, the bright sword has fallen again.
But this time, it has not fallen on anyone.
In the void, a sword broke out.
That sword seems to be the void itself.
Such a void method, the people present are all in the heart, can not help but look a little sinking.
And this sword came, the whole piece of void was chaotic, and the light of the holy sword, the power is indeed powerful and difficult to destroy.
But the void is chaotic, but it also makes it deviate from the direction and breaks into the altar.
"Who is, dare to block this seat to make a ruling!"
Again and again, the Hall of Fame is the Great Hall of Light, the symbol of the righteousness of the Terran, and today, how much face should they let them lose?
"it's me."
Beside the child, there is a sudden appearance of a figure.
A rag of linen, carrying an ordinary iron sword.
He seems to be a very ordinary swordsman, but in fact, he is integrated with the void around him.
As if, he is the void itself.
Virtual sword empty!
Eighteen days of choice, the void of the sword!
As the person of the day of the election, even the one who has recently been promoted in the election is the subject of the whole human race.
It’s just this person, and his whereabouts are uncertain. Since the success of the election, he has never seen it again.
Unexpectedly, he will come today.
Moreover, it is the fourth of the rebellious heavens, the metaphor of light!
"Sword empty, you dare to obstruct the seat!"
The virtual sword looked indifferently at the glance of the light, and there was no respect in the eyes.
Although he is a natural selection, he is only a descendant in the face of the sacredness of light. Today's realm is nothing more than a six-star Wusheng.
Ten thousand is not an opponent of the quasi-empire.
But he is not afraid.
"Not yet to save people!" Xu Jian sighed.
"Reassuring, the light of the holy sword only, is to drag him half an hour, I can also save." A lazy voice sounded, is a woman.
Just hearing this voice, that is, the sacred metaphor of light can not help but shrink, some unbelievable.
How could she appear!
After the emperor, I heard this voice, opened my mouth, and was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but reveal the look of surprise.
There are still a lot of old guys, and at this moment they all show an incredible look.
Immediately, the void around the virtual sword air trembled and walked out of a woman in a black dress.
The woman is extremely tall, with a good body and bold clothing. She has exposed a large area of skin, but it is hot, but it is a rare beauty.
It’s just that she’s on her body, but it’s a layer of enchanting atmosphere, but people dare not approach.
Especially her pair of scorpions, as if they can **** the soul, very incomparable!
"The sixth of the day, the soul of the soul!"
