Chapter 264 Tang Chen jumps over the wall in a hurry

Bo Saixi's eyes lit up when he saw Li Minghong coming back.

"How about it?"

Li Minghong knew what Bo Saixi meant and nodded with a smile, "Very good. That ability to turn disaster into good fortune is truly a magical skill."

Hearing this, Bo Saixi didn't say anything more, he just took Li Minghong's hand and wanted to leave.

After a few quick moves, Li Minghong and Bo Saixi quickly left the palace of the King of Slaughter and were about to return to the villa.

"Wait a moment."

Just as the two entered the balcony of the villa, Bo Saixi's face instantly became serious.

Li Minghong was a little confused, but then Li Minghong also understood why Bo Saixi showed such an expression.

"This aura is probably that of Tang Chen."

Li Minghong's expression was serious, his eyes fixed on the sky to the east of the villa.

The originally slightly dark sky suddenly became brighter, but instead of letting people feel the joy brought by the dawn, an almost panic-like emotion spread in the hearts of those who saw this scene.

"what is that."

On the streets of the inner city of the Killing City, a person murmured. The bright sky was not the light brought by natural light, but a strange blood-red color.

"I don't know, wait a minute, let's see if there's someone there!"

A person with a relatively high level of cultivation saw a blood-red light running towards him from the sky. Looking carefully, it turned out that the blood-red light was emanating from this person.

"What are you doing Tang Chen? Do you want to break the rules of the killing city!"

Bo Saixi left the villa, darted to the sky, and said to Tang Chen in a cold voice, staring at Tang Chen with a pair of beautiful eyes as he confronted him.

The moment Tang Chen saw Bo Saixi, he was stunned for a moment, and then a slight struggle appeared on his face, as if he was fighting something, but Tang Chen quickly suppressed the struggle. , his originally furious eyes looked at Bo Saixi coldly.

"Poseidon Douluo, I'm not looking for trouble with you now, but with Li Minghong. I hope you'll have the sense to step away from me!"

Bo Saixi felt a little weird when he heard Tang Chen speak. Although his memory was a bit old, Bo Saixi still remembered that Tang Chen's voice was relatively strong and deep at the time, but now it was so hoarse and sharp.

Without being entangled in this matter for too long, Bo Saixi said coldly: "As the King of Slaughter, you do not maintain the background of the Slaughter City, but instead go out to the public to cause trouble for a resident of the Slaughter City. What are your intentions? ?”

<divclass="contentadv"> Tang Chen stared at Bo Saixi angrily. He didn't know how this woman had the nerve to question him! You must know that they provoked you first, but now it seems like it is your fault!

"You! Don't you know what you did?"

More and more people were attracted here. Since the voices of the two people talking did not stop, many people heard the conversation between the two people.

"What did I do? Tell me, there's no need to blame anyone. Could it be that the so-called King of Slaughter just wants to deal with us and just found an excuse?"

Tang Chen also noticed that many people were paying attention to their conversation. He pointed at Bo Saixi with trembling fingers. He wanted to say something but couldn't say anything when he reached his lips, "You, you."

There is actually a rule in the City of Killing, that is, the King of Killing cannot kill people in the City of Killing without a reason. After all, the King of Killing is the person selected by God Shura to maintain order in the City of Killing and guard these criminals. .

But there is no reason for this and it is very broad. It even says that as long as Tang Chen wants to, he can accuse others and kill them directly. Therefore, Tang Chen can almost deal with Li Minghong at any time. It took him so long to find him now. It was Bo Saixi, the woman, who protected Li Minghong.

Now that Tang Chen was chasing after her, he was forced to jump over the wall, otherwise he would not want to face this woman Bo Saixi. After all, Bo Saixi's strength was probably even higher than Bibi Dong's.

Both of them are ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, but compared to Bibi Dong, Bo Saixi is a veteran peerless Douluo who has been promoted to level ninety-nine. At the same time, although Bibi Dong has a twin martial spirit, she has not yet Complete the divine test, and Bo Saixi is the one who has completely completed the divine test.

The divine examination can completely bridge the gap between ordinary soul masters and twin martial soul soul masters.

And he couldn't even beat Bibi Dong, let alone Bo Saixi, the veteran Douluo who passed the divine test.

Just when Tang Chen was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, and didn't know what to do, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Li Minghong's figure, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Shuzi! Give me your life!"

Tang Chen instantly exploded with all his soul power, leaving almost no way for him to retreat and attacked Li Minghong. He wanted to use Li Minghong's life to apologize to Bibi Dong, so that he wouldn't have to worry about being killed by Bibi Dong. .

Bo Saixi was startled by Tang Chen's sudden action. She did not expect that Tang Chen would be so bold and directly passed her and attacked Li Minghong without even taking any defensive measures, as if he was not afraid of her at all.

"you dare!"

Bo Saixi immediately used his soul power, and a large amount of white light emerged from Bo Saixi's right hand, and then he slapped Tang Chen hard on the back.

Although Tang Chen could only exert 30% of his strength due to the struggle with the original soul in his body after seizing the body, but because his body still had the foundation of a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, this desperate explosion was completely considered The above is the strength of a ninety-ninth level peerless Douluo.

Li Minghong felt the overwhelming momentum pressing towards him, and he suddenly broke out in cold sweat from behind.

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