Chapter 264 Sneak Attack in submission

"Cough~~~Cough~~~~"

The arrogance who fell to the ground kept coughing blood, and his eyes were gloomy. It seemed that he did not expect the archbishop to treat him like this. Looking at the archbishop, there was a trace of questioning in his eyes.

"Why~~~"

In his weak arrogance cough, he asked intermittently that he had clearly chosen to submit. Why did the other party treat him like this?

"I said that I would submit or die, but it didn't include a waste like you." Looking at the arrogance that fell to the ground with a sneer, the archbishop's expression was full of disdain. What's the use of such a waste?

"Waste!" He muttered these two words with a miserable face. It turned out that he was just a useless waste in the eyes of others.

The arrogantly lying on the ground looked up at the sky, his eyes were empty, as if he had completely accepted this fact, but everyone could see that his heart was like ashes at this moment.

He was too lazy to look at it. The archbishop turned to the people of the Tibetan Sword Villa with some expectations. After all, these people are the descendants of the emperor's followers, and their cultivation is not weak.

Although he would not have much trouble if he did it himself, wouldn't it be better if he could use it for himself? Therefore, he really doesn't want to kill him if he doesn't kill it.

Looking at the funeral and others who were always on guard in front of him, the archbishop smiled and quietly waited for the other party's reply. If such a thing is forced, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive.

As a strong man who once dominated half of the lower fairyland and now retreated behind the scenes, the archbishop has this confidence. Of course, if the other party really doesn't know what's wrong, then he is not to blame.

It seems that he never thought that if it hadn't been for their large-scale invasion, the Tibetan Sword Villa would not have fallen into such a situation. However, it is particularly grateful for losers to have any qualifications to negotiate conditions and give them a chance to submit.

At this moment, no one noticed that the arrogant left hand lying on the ground like a dead man trembled gently, and the frequency of this tremor was getting higher and higher.

Arrogant, a waste in the eyes of the archbishop, a dil in the eyes of many Tibetan Sword Villa people, such a person is easy to be ignored, not to mention the current situation.

There is only one person who really knows his true face. That person is called Ao Shen, the father of Ao Destruction, and the old owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa. Unfortunately, Ao Shen has passed away.

If the proud god is here, he will definitely not ignore the existence of arrog, because Zeng, the proud one hand made his nose blue and swollen. Although the proud god did not do his best, the proud god knows that his son is already blue and better than blue.

"How about it? Have you thought about it?" After waiting for a while, the archbishop said lightly that although he had a lot of time, his real task was to find the burial place of the emperor.

What he didn't expect was that even the place where the emperor was buried was not known by his men. In this world, only one person knew that it was Xuanyuan Tufang, a descendant of the emperor.

"I'd rather die than surrender!" After a long silence, he looked at the archbishop coldly. As a man of the Tibetan Sword Villa, even if he died, at least he never thought that he would one day turn to the enemy.

"What about you?" The archbishop was not surprised by the attitude of burial. How could such a swordsman who could walk out of the sword mound alive be so easily shaken so easily, so he looked at others and said lightly.

"I'd rather die than surrender!" Although some people looked hesitant, when they found the eyes cast from the funeral, they all shouted at the same time, which was quite a sense of death.

"Very good!" The archbishop was not angry when he heard the words. He smiled indifferently and smiled fearfully, "In that case, you all die!"

" miso~~~~"

A cold light suddenly appeared, and a sword light split out of the crowd as fast as lightning. The cold sword spirit seemed to tear the void, and almost cut forward at the moment it appeared.

"Bun bastard!"

I didn't expect to be buried. I had vowed to die than surrender. At this moment, someone attacked me with a sword. You know, his attention was all focused on the archbishop, and I didn't think that anyone would attack me behind his back.

"Break it!"

The funeral face was cold, and the sword spirit of this sword was so strong that he was even more angry that he was familiar with this sword.

"Boom~~~~"

The gray sword spirit rose to the sky and burst out in an instant. On one side of the body, with one foot, he quickly retreated and looked coldly at the person with the sword and the familiar face. At this time, it was so strange.

"Brother, the person who knows the current affairs is handsome, no wonder my brother."

While talking, the man roared, and the awe-inspiring sword spirit suddenly broke out, and countless sword spirit burst out, cutting through the void and breaking into the gray to see it.

The violent collision sounded through the void, and the sound of tinkling was endless. From time to time, the scattered sword spirit sank into the earth. In the loud noise, the earth fell by more than a foot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the dust flew, and dozens of shadows fought fiercely in front of us. The sword light flashed, and the sword spirit soared to the air, which was extremely horrible.

"Puff~~~~"

Suddenly, two figures flew upside down, but one of them was extremely embarrassed, while the other seemed quite calm.

The embarrassed person is to be buried. In addition, the other party's cultivation is slightly worse than him. The hardship of the burial war is extremely tired. After all, he has not avoided this almost killing sword.

"Cough~~~~"

The funeral who turned over and stood still covered his mouth with his hands, and bright red blood kept overflowing between his fingers. However, the expression of the funeral did not change at all, and he was extremely indifferent.

"Brother, you are old. It's time to rest!" The attacker standing quietly opposite looked at the burial without hesitation, "If you want to die, it doesn't mean that I want to die, so you don't blame me!"

"I was really blind back then, and I would be a brother with Zhao Yang." He stared at Zhao Yang coldly and made a sound of burial, and his expression was full of disdain.

Dreaming, I never thought that the first person to take action on myself would be my sworn brother. For so many years, the other party has also been able to do it.

All this is slow to say, but it took three breaths back from Zhao Yang's sneak attack to the burial injury. It was not until this time that everyone seemed to come back to their senses.

Suddenly, the face of the funeral suddenly changed, and his eyes were about to speot fire. At this moment, several people actually left the crowd and stood on the side of the demon religion.

"Brother, surrender. With your cultivation, it should be obvious that even if we are not the archbishop's opponents, why do you want to pull these people to bury you?" Zhao Yang said lightly, but his intentions were really sinister. In this way, he simply wanted to be buried in isolation.

If you want to die, it doesn't mean that others also want to die. It's better to surrender than to accompany you, so that you can at least survive, although it will be a little humiliating.

"Hold on, you traitor, I cut off my robe with you today, and I will never be an enemy or a friend from now on!" He shouted violently, waved his hand to cut off his robe, and looked at the people behind him, "Who wants to surrender? I won't stop him!"

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm still young and I don't want to die!" When the funeral speech fell to the ground, a somewhat timid voice said weakly.

"Do you also want to surrender?" The burial smiled bitterly and looked at the talking young man. The young man was brought up by himself, and even his martial arts were taught by the burial.

"I don't want to surrender, I just want to survive!" The young man said firmly, "But I won't choose to surrender at all possible, but sir, look, Uncle Zhao is right. We don't have a chance at all."

"Go!" Looking at the young man, there was a deep fatigue in his words. What's wrong with this villa? Why do you choose to surrender one after another? This is the case with the young master, and now the young man raised by himself.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" The young man slowly walked to the funeral, with his knees on the ground, kowtowed three times, and a little blood flowed from his forehead.

After kowtowing, the young man did not stop and went straight to the archbishop, but just stood aside.

Even if he left the villa and chose to submit, it was definitely impossible for him to take action against the people of the villa in the past.

Zhao Yang looked at the young man who came and frowned, because the young man looked at him with an undisguised murderous spirit. He had no doubt that if there was a chance, the young man would definitely kill himself.

"This son can't be left!" Zhao Yang made up his mind that if there was a chance, he would have to do it first.

I looked at the young man unexpectedly. There was a faint appreciation in the archbishop's eyes. If such a person is cultivated, his future is boundless.

"What's your name?" Looking at the young man with interest, the archbishop waved.

"Archbishop, I teach Qiyuan!" The young man replied without saying a humble answer.

"You are very good!" The archbishop nodded and turned to the crowd, "Then the rest should be those who are unwilling to submit to this throne!"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, you can fight. What's the matter if we die!" Despite the injury, the burial is still extremely tough.

It is his duty and his belief to guard the villa. This belief has long been deeply rooted in his soul. If it hadn't been for the support of this belief, he would not have been able to walk out of the sword mound.

"In that case, you all go to hell!" Looking at the kind of surrender in the eyes of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the archbishop did not show any pity.

People in the magic religion are ruthless people, and the magic skills they practice are often dry and heavenly, which is also the reason why they are rejected by those so-called righteous people.

If you don't take action, you will never take action. This is the archbishop's style of doing things. He wants to kill all these people who refuse to submit, and there will never leave any future trouble.

Pressing with one palm, the sky suddenly darkened, and a pressure that made all sentient beings tremble suddenly pressed down from the sky, making the people below almost unable to stand.

He bit his lips to death. The pressure of the resister who tried his best, his bones creaked, and many people behind him had fallen to the ground and fainted.

"Alas~~~~~~"

At the moment when the burial was about to reach the limit, a sigh sounded softly in my ear, and then the pressure suddenly disappeared, and a white figure standing with his hands behind his back appeared in his pupils.