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Chapter 1,278: The Holy Emperor is in charge, and the light of ants is blooming?(3/3)

"Xu Xiaoshou, pay the price for your shameless words!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were extremely cold and he shouted out.

Force me?

"Emperor's Pattern Seed Technique!"

Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly and entered the state of the Immovable Ming King as if he were autistic.

But around him, one after another Ember Source Seeds jumped out in an instant, which were compressed and condensed by the power of the Holy Emperor.

Not seeking stability, but seeking explosion!

The fire was so dense that it enveloped Xu Xiaoshou's entire body, making it airtight.

——Explosion is the best defense!

Rao Yaoyao slashed down with his sword, forcibly restraining his attack at the critical moment, and almost hit the source seeds.

"what?"

She was so frightened that she jumped through time and space with her sword and passed through Xu Xiaoshou, not daring to hurt him at all.

But after only this moment of delay, His Majesty Fudo Ming, Xu Xiaoshou recovered.

"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"

There was a bang, the same move, Rao Yaoyao was also hit, and a surging demonic energy burst out of his body.

But this was not the first time she had been hit by this technique, and she came back to consciousness quickly.

However, a moment later, when I looked up, I saw that the scene had changed.

Xu Xiaoshou's right hand Yan python was pulling tens of thousands of Holy Emperor's Origin Seeds, and as if they were about to destroy the world, he directed them with a sword and chopped them down.

This wasn't the end yet. He reached out with his sleeveless and red-scorched left hand, using his real hand to grasp the weak one. He took advantage of Rao Yaoyao's loss of control and grabbed her by the neck.

"Zizzi..."

Burning pain hit, Rao Yaoyao even smelled the smell of burnt meat, but it was too late for her to worry about this.

Because the sword Yan python carries thousands of source seeds, and it is like the god of death swinging his sickle, slashing at the head.

"The Holy Emperor is in charge, and the light of an ant is blooming like a pearl?"

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