Chapter 447: Domineering Qin Yi
"Old officials knock on Wang Jun, long live Wang Jun, long live, long live!"
In front of Wuyue City, Mo Shan resisted the injury, knocked his head in the void, and shouted with joy.
Wang Jun is the great master of Taoism!
This is the fortune of Wuyuecheng!
It is also the fortunate not to fall the dynasty!
With a single word, you can make Tomur bow down!
With Wang Jun, the crisis in Wuyue City has been resolved!
At this moment, Mo Shan also believed the news he had received from the capital.
His allegiance to the new king is to ban the immortal!
Only when the immortal descends to the earth can he possess such terrifying power and enter the realm of Dao Grand Master at this age!
"It's the king!"
"This is the king, our king!"
"Long live Wang Jun, long live, long live!"
On the city wall, the soldiers who did not fall were also shouting enthusiastically, roaring and shaking the sky.
With one word, all ancient barbarians can be suppressed.
This is their king, a superb king!
You waited for the ancient barbarian Tartar, didn't you deceive me not to leave no one?
Our king, teach you how to be a man!
"No, it's impossible!"
At this moment, Tomur only felt that he was enveloped by a terrible murderous intent.
Surrounded by the overwhelming sword intent, it completely engulfed all of him and made him unable to move.
This feeling of powerlessness is just like how he felt when facing Lord Changshengtian.
All of this undoubtedly shows that Qin Yi is the great master of Taoism!
The overwhelming coercion blocked all his movements, making him unable to do it even with a single move.
"Humph!"
Qin Yi's nose trembles like a thunder.
The terrifying fluctuations suddenly dispersed in all directions and pressed towards Tomur.
"Crack!"
A sound of broken bones rang from Tomur.
With a soft snort, all of his limbs and limbs were crushed in an instant!
By relying solely on coercion, Qin Yi dismantled the former Tuomuer who had been in Wuyue City!
"Long live Wang Jun!"
Inside Wuyue City, there was a tsunami-like loud shout, and a roar of excitement.
Let's wait for the ancient barbarian Tartar, so arrogant in front of them, wantonly massacring the soldiers!
This is retribution!
"tread!"
"tread!"
"tread!"
Qin Yi moved slightly, walked slowly in front of Tomur, and looked down at Tomur.
"you!"
Tomur looked up hard, and what caught his eyes was a pair of dark eyes.
A pair of extremely plain eyes, Gu Jing Wubo, like a god, overlooking him.
"Boom!"
He lifted his right foot slightly, fell heavily, and stepped heavily on Tomur's back!
"puff!"
The weight of this foot made Tomur open his mouth and spit out blood.
"Tell me, who gave you the courage to hurt me not to fall into the army, and kill me not to fall into the soldiers?"
The cold words faintly sounded in Tomur's ears.
The suppressed anger in the words, smelling it, makes people tremble!
"You are the king who does not fall, I didn't expect you to be a master of Taoism!
But, don't think that you have defeated me, you will be safe if you don't fall into the dynasty! "
Tomur laughed sorrowfully and did not answer Qin Yi's words.
"Master Changshengtian is coming, you will not be the opponent of Master Changshengtian, you will not escape death!"
As he said, Tomur laughed wildly again, and continued to bleed.
Although this king of Buluo is strong, as a true Yuan nine-strength warrior, spiritual awareness is strong.
Tomur was keenly aware of the gap between the king and the Lord Changshengtian.
Moreover, Lord Changshengtian stepped into the realm of Dao for hundreds of years, and he was definitely better than this king of Buluo.
