Chapter 987 The seat of the Patriarch of Beiting was originally mine
In Bei Tinghuang's hand, he slashed at Bei Tingyi's soft sword without hesitation. She didn't seem to be worried about Bei Ting Huan's sword stabbing towards her at all. On the contrary, she frightened Qin Yu who was chasing after Bei Ting Huan and bombarded him. What kind of moves, if he couldn't catch up at all, he would almost use his own body to help Bei Tinghuang block the sword!
"Beitinghuan, you bastard!"
The spear in Qin Yu's hand, wrapped in layers of vitality as if it was burning, blasted towards the Beiting ring, and at this time, the back of the Beiting ring was almost wide open, and Qin Yu's long sword was almost Drive straight in.
Pfft! Pooh!
The sound of two sharp weapons piercing into flesh resounded on this long silent street. Those temple warriors who surrounded Beitinghuang stopped in unison at this moment. The people in Taigao were too shocked to open their mouths, and their eyes almost fell out.
Above the sky, the soft sword in Beitinghuang's hand pierced directly into Beitingyi's heart, and Beitinghuan's long sword slashed towards Beitinghuang, but a burst of fire burst out, and sparks of nine colors fell like petals , dissipated into the air, and the spear in Qin Yu's hand directly pierced the Beiting ring.
"No, no, how could it be, how could it be?" Bei Ting Huan couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it anyway, he lost his son's life, but didn't hurt Bei Ting Huang at all!
"Nothing is impossible!" The corners of Bei Tinghuang's lips twitched, and in her mind, the invisible soft sword around her was like a ribbon, wrapped in sky-blue energy, dotted with nine-colored flames, and tightly wrapped around it. Her side protects her tightly, how can Beitinghuan's long sword get close to her?
After Bei Tinghuang finished speaking, a burst of bright nine-color flames burst out from her soft sword, and silver lightning as thin as gossamer was in it, swimming like a small snake. Bei Tingyi wrapped it up. As soon as the flames appeared like fireworks, they dissipated into blossoms and floated in the air. Where is Bei Tingyi's figure?
died, finally reduced to ashes!
"No!"
A shrill sound, driven by Bei Ting Huan's last strength, shook the world, he ignored the spear stuck in his body, waved the long sword in his hand, and slashed towards Bei Ting Huang frantically, " You damned, you killed my son!"
Gao Jian Xingchen Spiritualist, the vitality is much more tenacious than ordinary people, but at this time, Beitinghuan is at the end of his crossbow, Qin Yu suddenly drew his spear, and a burst of blood shot out of Beitinghuan, accompanied by Beitinghuan. With a cry of pain from Ting Huan, his body had already slammed hard towards the ground.
"Bei Tinghuang, you will die badly. One day, God of Judgment will avenge us!"
Lying on the ground like a dead dog, Bei Ting Huan still stubbornly scolded Bei Ting Huang in the most vicious language, "All of you should die, Bei Ting Rui should die, Bei Ting Lang should die, Bei Ting Qing is an old **** too, The position of the head of the Beiting family should be mine, mine!"
Standing in mid-air, Bei Tinghuang lightly shook the soft sword in her hand and slapped her waist. When she heard Bei Tinghuan scolding, she glanced down coldly, "Do you think that a mere Bei Ting Huan Is the position of the head of the family rare for this young master?"
(end of this chapter)