"Open!"

Faced with the crisis of death, the middle-aged warrior roared, the blood spit out burst into a blood mist, the mountain rock exploded into smoke and dust, and his whole person flew like a big bird, holding the copper mace to resist Qingyang Huan's killing.

Burst!

However, this time, the Qingyang Huan stone spear changed direction in mid-air, and the original piercing turned into a horizontal attack, but the target was his big hand holding the copper mace, and the rough stone spear turned into the sharpest blade, cutting his wrist.

Boom!

However, the copper mace did not collapse and fly out, even if the white bones of the arms were exposed, the middle-aged warrior still clung to it and did not let go.

"If you want me to die, I'll let you die first!"

The eyes were full of fierceness, this was a kind of devouring fierce light, the middle-aged warrior's back exploded, some blood was swirling, and the middle-aged warrior who had not revealed his divine treasure from beginning to end opened his divine treasure!

Together!

What a situation!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan was stunned, he saw that there was only one divine treasure opened behind the middle-aged martial artist, showing a withered yellow color, and some rotten and fishy aura was permeated.

With a divine treasure, he has been fighting against him for so long!

"I, Akayama Xiong, was actually planted on two little cubs!"

The middle-aged warrior roared, the withered yellow divine treasure behind him exploded, and the blood qi was directly poured into the bronze mace, and in an instant, the blood light in the ancient forest was shrouded, and the bronze mace burst with bloody light, spreading out like a canopy, and a rain of light fell towards Qingyang Huan.

The seemingly brilliant red light brought him endless killing opportunities, and his whole body retreated towards the rear.

Puff puff!

The rain fell on the earth, and the entire earth seemed to be corroded, and black smoke rose up, and every drop of blood eroded a hole several feet deep in the earth.

Poof!

Under the hasty retreat and dodge, Qingyang Huan was still dripping with several drops of blood rain, and the blood rain directly seeped into the blood bones, corroding several blood holes on his body, followed by the influx of blood and qi that was washed down, and this corrosion began to dissolve each other.

Boom!

After the blood rain, the copper mace had no support and fell directly to the ground, and the middle-aged martial artist Shenzang exploded and spread to the ground, like mud, even so, he still stared at Qingyang Huan, seeing that he dodged the killing blow, a rout appeared in his eyes.

Qingyang Huan, who fell to the earth, looked at the middle-aged martial artist who fell on the ground like mud, there was a touch of disbelief in his eyes, it was hard to imagine that a martial artist who had only opened a treasure had forced him into such a situation, what kind of creation did the middle-aged martial artist in front of him get.

Is it a brass mace, or is it something else!

"Jinwei!"

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan shouted, Jin Wei was swept by Jin Gong before, and the entire small half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was about to step forward to completely kill the middle-aged martial artist at this moment, but he stopped him.

The next moment, he exchanged the sable, and suddenly the purple light flashed, and several spears appeared in front of him, which were the other warriors who had robbed before. Seeing that Qing Yanghuan held the spear, and from a distance of dozens of zhang, it struck at him, and a smear of gray appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged martial artist.

"What a little cub......"

Puff puff!

With an unwilling roar, the middle-aged warrior was directly pierced through his body by three spears and nailed to the ground, this time he couldn't die again.

A moment later, Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei dragged their injuries to the corpse of the middle-aged warrior, and saw that the palm that was originally pressed under him was revealed because of the flipping of the body, and in the spread palm, a blood-colored bone pattern flashed brightly.

Call!

With a long exhale, the two looked at each other, both breathing a sigh of relief.

"Get out of here. ”

Ignoring the blood hole on his body that was as thick as a little thumb, flowing with gurgling blood, Qingyang Huan leaned over and groped on his body again.

"Found it!"

Immediately after the joint of his arm, there was a small silvery-white bone pattern, which was the spatial bone pattern.

The sudden appearance of a copper mace in the hands of the middle-aged warrior made him notice it, obviously there was a treasure with storage, and he didn't care about anything else, so the two grabbed the copper mace and hurriedly left here.

......

An hour later, in this reckless forest ravaged by the great war, there were two figures passing quickly.

"Big brother, who is fighting here, it's so tragic!"

There was an exclamation, followed by two figures cautiously entering this dilapidated place, and saw the middle-aged warrior who was nailed to the ground with three spears.

One of them, a young warrior in a gray robe, exclaimed, "Akayama Xiong!"

Who killed him!

In an instant, the two of them looked around at the surrounding forests, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes.

"Could it be that a strong person in the Spirit Realm has made a move? This dog thing, even digging the tomb of my human race, has finally suffered retribution, and it is not strange that he was crucified to death in the forest!"

The warrior who was called the eldest brother by the gray-robed young man shook his head.

"Let's go, this is not something that our brothers can participate in, just don't see the scene in front of you. ”

"But, eldest brother, it is rumored that Ranshixiong is a martial artist who has obtained great cultivation, otherwise how to use the realm of Yizang to contend with the strong spirit, let's bring him back to Wanshan City, someone will definitely be interested. ”

"Let's go, there are some creations, not you and my brothers can get, good creation, only if you have a life!"

The warrior shouted, and the struggle of the young warrior dragged him directly into the distance, and even walked diagonally through the ancient forest, walked a little more, and bypassed this area.

......

The Lashan mountain range is tens of thousands of miles in a square circle, and there are no less than 10,000 large and small mountain peaks, looking up from afar, it is a mountain into a peak, and the ape roars and the beast cries endlessly.

Among the ten thousand mountains, under an inconspicuous hill, there is a cave that is about to collapse in the midst of the rocks, in which the winding paths are secluded, and the bends are full of depth.

At this moment, there was blood at the end of the cave, and the two figures were filled with blood, and there was a whistling sound echoing in the cave.

In this battle, both of them were traumatized, Jin Wei's injuries were even more serious, just swept by the copper mace, the small half of his body turned into a pool of blood, Qingyang Huan and the middle-aged martial artist fought together, and they were also shocked in the heart, and they were also hit through several holes in the body by the blood rain.

Call!

Finally, in the blood mist, Qingyang Huan opened his eyes, and at this moment, when he recalled the previous battle, he had palpitations, and it could be said that he was killing step by step, even if the middle-aged man had no strength to fight again, he was still holding back the killing technique that ended up together.

The ruthlessness of the middle-aged martial artist has obviously penetrated into the bone marrow.

Holding the copper mace, he looked up and down, but with his eyesight, he couldn't see the reason, and had to ask for help from the stone spear again. 、

"It's a totem soldier. ”

It seemed that nothing could be difficult for the stone spear, and then a voice manifested in Qingyang Huan's mind.

"This is a totem soldier!" Suddenly, Qing Yanghuan's eyes lit up.

"However, that person is too wasteful to exert the power of this divine weapon, so he can only be opportunistic, using the method of blood sacrifice to consume his own life in exchange for combat power, but unfortunately the totem soldier is not so easy to control as a mere divine treasure. ”

For the words of the stone spear, Qingyang Huan pursed his mouth, with the realm of opening a treasure, he could beat him so embarrassed, this totem soldier is not a big help to the middle-aged martial artist.