Chapter 589 (1/2)
”Bewitch the public with evil words!”
There are many diehards who belong to bibidong in the hall of martial spirit. If Wang Jian means something, they all know who they are talking about.
”Whew!”
Several long green needles suddenly burst into the air, and the speed was astonishing.
Under the capture of seeing and hearing, these long green needles have no place to hide. Wang Jian waves his hand lightly, and his surging soul power sweeps these long green needles to one side.
Bang!
These seemingly small long needles fell to the ground, and there was a low roar, which blew out several big pits with a diameter of five or six meters.
”Tut...”
Wang Jian couldn't help but tut softly, and looked up at the gloomy Title Douluo in the camp of wuhundian.
”Long needle... Are you the Asia invincible?”
The title Douluo, with a cold face, hummed: ”what Eastern is invincible, my name is XiMenqing!”
Wang Jian's face was stunned. At last, he said strangely: ”Ximen Qing? It's much better than the invincible. ”
He sighed in his heart that there are so many talents in the mainland.
No one can understand the pleasure of Wang Jian's words. Seeing the expression of doubts or frowns of the people around him, he became a little dispirited.
”Thousand Ren snow.”
He looked at Qianren snow again and said in a relaxed tone.
”Let Qiandao flow out. I know that he must have recovered. If he doesn't recover, you don't have the strength to fight against us.”
Qianren Snow's golden eyes moved, slowly said: ”since you know this, why do you lead the army to come.”
”What cards do you have?”
”Is it the horrible soul gun before?”
Wang Jian gently smile, do not deny, said: ”you will know.”
Later, he looked at Wuhun city.
The 80 meter high city wall is majestic and spectacular. It looks like an indestructible mountain range. On the top of the Wuhun City, the flag of the Wuhun hall is fluttering in the wind, and the soul division of the Wuhun hall is ready.
In the city, countless people walked out of their houses and looked up at the sky, with resentment, anger and fear in their eyes.
The people who can live in the Wuhun city are basically the crazy believers of the Wuhun hall. In other words, these people are willing to accompany the Wuhun hall to die even when the Wuhun hall is about to be destroyed!
On the holy mountain in the center, there is a golden light on the statue of angel God, which is God's gift to mortals.
”Thousand streams, don't they come out yet?”
Wang Jian's loud voice spread all over the city and into everyone's ears.
The voice fell, a little silent.
A figure suddenly appeared on the holy mountain. He was wearing a gorgeous robe of gold and white. The word ”elegant” could fit perfectly on him.
Behind, the white wings dance, as if there is a sacred shadow standing.
Qian Daoliu fell in front of Wang Jian and others. Looking at the mighty team behind him, he could not help sighing.
”Premier Wang, we meet again.”
”I've seen the old Pope.”
Wang Jian saluted with a smile. His manners were standard and he looked respectful. He looked like an admiring junior.
”Is there really no solution?”
He asked, looking at Wang Jian with his silver eyes.
”You can look at them behind me. There is no way to resolve the national hatred and family hatred!”
”Alas...”
Qian Daoliu sighed, looked at the dark night and said, ”Sir, please.”
Whew!