Killing is always the most correct choice.

At the moment when the Timur envoy spoke, the eyes of these more than a dozen white-skinned men showed murderous intent. They all chanted something unknown in their mouths. Almost at the moment of chanting the curse, the walking sticks and chopsticks in their hands

All these things are blooming with green light, it’s really green.

‘Eating a big melon?’

Zhu Xiongying's foreign language is not very good, and he was a fool when he graduated. He can't quite understand what these white-skinned people are saying, but he can faintly hear the words "gnaw a big melon".

‘Bang bang bang bang…’!

More than a dozen green lights fell on Zhu Xiongying, and a violent explosion sounded instantly.

Regardless of the actual attack power, this scene is really shocking, and the entire military tent is almost blown away by the aftermath.

"Haha, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not a mortal body, but he is just crushing his bones and raising ashes."

The Timur envoy looked at the center of the explosion, with a confident smile on his face. He had seen eating big melons many times. As long as these white-skinned people chanted this spell, the people who were hit would never

No one survived.

Not to mention, more than a dozen white-skinned people reciting a curse at the same time are enough to turn those who are hit into flying ash.

Wang Baobao's pupils also shrank sharply. This was the first time he had seen these white-skinned people perform aggressive magic. He did not expect them to be so powerful.

'No wonder that cripple Timur was able to dominate Central Asia.'

'This Ming Emperor, I don't know whether he is dead or alive.'

Just as Wang Baobao was sighing in his heart, the smoke and dust generated by the explosion had also dissipated.

At the center of the explosion, a figure came into everyone's eyes. Zhu Xiongying didn't have any scars on his body, not even a wisp of ashes.

How can it be?!

More than a dozen white-skinned people were stunned. What they just cast were their strongest spells.

"Kneel down."

Just when they were confused, a simple word was better than the fate of heaven.

I saw the dozen or so white-skinned people who had been chewing the big melons before, and they all knelt down involuntarily. There was unbelievable horror in their eyes. They wanted to wave the walking sticks and chopsticks in their hands again.

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‘Click’.

A soft sound.

All the walking sticks and chopsticks in the hands of these white-skinned people were broken.

"Since you like to do magic, I will do it for you too."

Zhu Xiongying's eyes were contemptuous, he glanced at the white-skinned people kneeling on the ground, and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Big change watermelon."

‘Bang bang bang.’

A series of sounds were very much like the sound of a watermelon exploding.

However, what is fried is not the watermelon, but the heads of these white-skinned people.

In an instant, the ground was filled with exploding red and white things.

More than a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground, making Li Qiufu's pupils shrink when he looked at them. If the power of these white-skinned people had surprised him before, then Zhu Xiongying's power now made him feel something.

It's fear.

Wang Baobao also frowned and stared at Zhu Xiongying.

"you you you…!"

Timur's envoy was immediately confused.

In the past few years, when he was following Tamerlane's cripples in the war, he took these white-skinned people to many countries, and they all showed strange powers. The other party was shocked and then bowed down.

When had he ever seen such a scene? The envoy looked at the red-robed wizard standing next to him. This was also the last savior in his eyes. This was the younger brother of Timur's Imperial Majesty, a Grand Master personally conferred by His Majesty the Bhutanese.

Dharma protector.

Every time in the past, as long as the red-robed wizard took action, everything could be settled easily.

This time, there will definitely be no exception!

"Don't worry, I'll come."

The red-robed wizard was very calm and spoke in extremely poor Chinese.

The red-robed man didn't care at all about the deaths of more than a dozen white-skinned men. It seemed to him that these people were not on the same level as him, and it would not be a pity even if they died.

He took off the long-horned hat on his head, revealing the whole picture of the red-robed wizard. It was a face of mixed black and white, with the left side very white and the right side dark. His eyes were unusually red. He must have stayed up too late and suffered from pinkeye.

Out.

In Zhu Xiongying's opinion, this guy in a red robe looked like he had mutated after absorbing too much radiation.

"you're good."

The red-robed wizard walked forward slowly, holding his scepter, and looked at Zhu Xiongying with his blood-red eyes.

"It's a pity that I am stronger than you."

Say it, the red-robed wizard raised the scepter in his hand, roared loudly, and the crystal on the top burst into dazzling light.

Boom~!

The entire yurt was blown away under this light, and around the red-robed wizard, there was a roaring wind, and there were thunderous and electric snakes swimming around.
Chapter completed!