Chapter 570 (1/2)

All the soul masters in the hall of martial spirit who saw this scene were very angry, but they were also a little scared. They felt sad.

It was a total of more than 20 soul fighters. They were not the kind of soul worshippers, nor the kind of cats and dogs. However, so many powerful people died in the hands of Wang Jian in the blink of an eye.

”You devil

Douluo, the title of Wuhun hall, glared at Wang Jian. His eyes seemed to be eager to produce phlegm and flesh.

”I'm the devil?”

Wang Jian couldn't help laughing, but the smile looked very cold.

He stood on a flower tree with scattered flowers. The branches of the tree had many cuts and cracks. It looked like it was falling, but Wang Jian stood firmly on it.

Wang Jian's eyes were indifferent, and he pointed to the battlefield behind them with a loud and powerful voice.

”Look at those who lie down, those who are still fighting. What are their sins?”

”You have brought disaster and killing!”

”Why don't you ask the God you worship and how she judges it?”

As Wang Jian's voice fell, some of the title touluo's faces were unnatural, while others sighed.

Why don't they know that there is something wrong with today's Wuhun hall.

”Bewitch the public with evil words!”

The title Douluo who just made a sound was acutely aware of the depressed will of his colleagues around him. His face changed slightly and he suddenly cheered.

His eyes are bright and bright, like the eyes of God, and golden like the rising sun. The light scattered from the dimness stings people's eyes.

Invisible, it seems that something flashed, but did not cause the slightest waves.

Seeing Wang Jian without any movement, he drew a curve slowly from the corner of his mouth, and felt relieved.

Boy, you are too young!

Huh?

Soon, he frowned and looked at Wang Jian suspiciously.

Wang Jian glanced at him and said, ”it's boring to carve insects.”

”You... How can you be ok?”

The title Douluo couldn't help questioning. His martial spirit is the sun god pupil. Although it can't be called a pure spirit martial spirit, his spiritual attack is absolutely not weak. At least it's not something that a soul master can easily resist.

But looking at Wang Jian's calm face, he seemed to have nothing to do.

Strange, this young man is too strange!

”Ask Yama for that.”

Wang jianxinnian moved, and some puppets who supported others in the distance flew back.

Hui! Yin! Spirit! Unknown Douluo! Three great ant emperors!

It's just the fighting power of the title Douluo level!

Douluo, the other title of the martial spirit hall, was aware of it and directly met it with a gloomy face.

And the title Douluo with golden eyes was staring at Wang Jian. Suddenly, a brilliant golden flame appeared in his golden eyes, and the flame was burning up along the corner of his eyes.

Shua!