【Pen ♂ fun ÷ book.】, wonderful free reading without pop-ups!

As mentioned in the preface, Salva, the chief of the Blackstone Tribe, is a King Kong King, and his strength is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary Peacock King Spirit.

So when he stepped into the canyon, it was like a magnet that drew everyone's attention.

At this time, the combat strength of the desolate people was overwhelming, and the remaining more than 100 people in the Xishan camp could not stop the wolf-like desolate army at all.

As long as the generals led by Wang Chuan fall, the Xishan camp will completely fall into the hands of the desolate.

Salva chose to make a move at this time, precisely because of this.

And in order to ensure that he would be killed, he also asked his right-hand man Pat to plunder the battle for him, which was already foolproof, but he was angry at the moment, because Azari also sent six desolate warriors to act with him.

Perhaps Azari had doubts about his strength, or perhaps Azari was impatient to wait, but either way, Salva felt despised as a chieftain of a tribe and a fellow King Kong, so he decided to prove his strength.

What's the best way to prove yourself?

The best way may not be, but the most direct way must be to kill a strong enemy.

Looking at the canyon, the sporadic resistance of the human legion is like the embers of firewood, which will be extinguished at any time, and will fall at any time, where is the strong man from?

Only Wang Chuan, who has always been at the forefront, is barely a character, and killing him may not be enough to establish his authority, but it will definitely make Azari's subordinates dare not despise him.

If you want to kill, you have to kill with one blow, and only with one blow can there be enough deterrence.

Salva decided to make a move, and then he rushed forward, and several desolate people in front of him were knocked out, and the dark light wave exploded more conspicuously than any desolate warrior, with courage in his body, his fist was the most terrible killing weapon in the world.

Wang Chuan was repelling a desolate man, and suddenly felt a strong sign of death, he didn't think about it, he crossed his hands in front of the door, maximizing his vitality and forming a thick shield.

Rumble!

The shield shattered in an instant, and he didn't even have time to see the enemy's appearance before he flew out.

He felt that his body had become light, as if he was in a cloud, carried by a gentle floating cloud, not only was there no pain, but also a little comfortable, and time seemed to slow down.

Salva was very dissatisfied that Wang Chuan had not been able to burst into meat sauce, but he was sure that when Wang Chuan landed, he would inevitably become a corpse.

But he was disappointed, and after Wang Chuan landed, he sat up with a blank face, touching his arms and body like a nobody.

Time seems to have returned to its supposed speed.

Wang Chuan was completely confused about his unscathed nature. If he could calm down and sense, he would have sensed that there was an invisible and insubstantial force field guarding him, and if it weren't for this force field, he would have burst into meat sauce just now.

At this time, a desolate warrior pounced in front of Wang Chuan's eyes, Zhao Qiping plucked up his courage, exerted all his strength, and stabbed out with the stick left by Zhang Donglin.

After one end of the stick became sharp, it did not change back, and it lived like a long, thick iron vertebrae.

But don't forget that the desolate warrior has the courage in his body, and the courage is stronger than any armor, and Zhao Qiping is only a five-grade martial artist, with his cultivation, even if he has a divine weapon in his hand, how can he hurt the desolate warrior?

But it hurt me.

Not only was he injured, but the iron rod pierced the heart of the desolate warrior and stabbed him to death.

The desolate warrior's eyes widened, apparently suspicious that this was not true. It's a pity that the passage of blood, along with the flow of energy, gradually buried his consciousness. He stretched out his hand, and grasped the stick in vain, trying to see what was the mystery on it, but no, and the murderer, apparently intent on keeping him blind, he had no choice but to keep his eyes open.

His tall body fell to the ground, shaking up a cloud of dust.

Zhao Qiping couldn't believe his eyes, what did he do? He killed a desolate warrior with just one blow, even in the Dragon Descending Legion, only a super master could do it.

Is he a super master?

Apparently not.

Zhao Qiping was not blind to his positioning, and he was a little smart, so he reacted immediately and shouted excitedly: "Yes, it's the mysterious master that Lord Du Wei said!"

Indeed, only this explanation is justified.

Wang Chuan suddenly realized.

After that, no matter how much strength Salva used, he was still a little short of being able to kill people, and his subordinate Pat, against Zhao Qiping, couldn't succeed for half a day, as usual, like Zhao Qiping, Pat could kill ten by one.

Salva didn't know who was making trouble in the dark, and the feeling of restraint made him thunderous, and the more irritable he was, the more he couldn't catch the flaw, but was hit hard by Wang Chuan.

Over there, Hu Bugui had already collided with the remaining few desolate warriors, and with his strength, it was more than enough to deal with one, but at the same time, he was almost alive at the same time.

But he just won't die, and at critical moments, he always dodges deadly moves like a god.

The three of them, like marionettes, were temporarily blocked by the Desolate Legion under the control of the mysterious man.

Even they felt that it was an incredible miracle.

But if they knew the identity of the mysterious man, they would take it for granted.

But they didn't know that every moment that passed was like a century for Ji Paper Kite.

Yan Li had already stood in front of Azari.

The desolate people around him did not dare to approach him, because the corpses of the desolate people around him were already piled up as high as the wall.

Azari was looking at the young man with interest, like a cat that had caught an interesting mouse, thinking about how to play with it in order to satisfy himself to the fullest.

"Do you know where this scar of mine came from?" he said, pointing to the scar that stretched across the entire face of his face, in pure lingua franca.

It's so pure that it doesn't look like a ridiculous person.

Yan Li didn't speak, it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but he couldn't say it, because all the qi in his body was locked by the other party, and as long as he had the slightest abnormal movement, he would be hit by thunder.

Smart people don't move at this time. While Azari was still talking, he tried to observe his flaws.

So Yan Li tried his best to pretend to be obedient.

Hazari didn't care about Yan Li's performance, he just needed an audience, and as long as Yan Li didn't move, he wouldn't make a move.

"When I was a baby," he said, "I was sent to Rongcheng by Brother Wang, and I was adopted by a high-ranking general in the city, and you know that when we were young, we were almost exactly the same as you humans, and our blood was bright red and warm, and no one could see through me." ”

His excitement gradually increased, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot, "I was born with a mission to expand the territory for the Aragami. By the time I was twenty years old, twelve years ago, I had killed the general's entire family. They were not nice to me, they always hated me for being ugly, especially his son, who was always against me, and I raped his daughter because she never called me brother. And then you know, Rongcheng was lost under my instigation, and we desolate people occupied Rongcheng. ”

"Do you know where this scar came from?" he asked again.

Yan Li was willing to pretend to listen to him at first, but gradually gave up, he felt that he was too kind compared to Azali. Of course, he didn't like to pretend to be righteous, but he really couldn't listen to it anymore, so he had to speak:

"No matter how it comes, it's always retribution. ”

But this sentence inevitably weakened his momentum, and he immediately said coldly, "You don't have to ask others this question in the future, because you will never have the opportunity to ask again." ”

Who doesn't have a chance to ask questions? Dead people, of course.

Dead people don't speak, and certainly don't ask questions.

Azari smiled inexplicably: "If you don't want to know, I'm just going to tell you that it was Zhang Huaibi who left this scar." ”

Yan Li had already planned to pretend to be unfazed no matter whose name he said, but when he heard the words "Zhang Huaibi", he couldn't help but be surprised.

Speaking of the name Zhang Huaibi, it may be very unfamiliar, but he has an alias, called "the first sword in the world", not the first fast sword in the world, but the first sword in the world, just like Yan Shiyi's first sword in the world.

However, when Zhang Huaibi got this name, Yan Shiyi was not yet born.

And he is also the fifth super powerhouse on the Shura list, and even Xiao Yueming does not dare to compete with him in the way of the sword. At the same time, he is Zhang Zhidong's nephew, and he is also Rongcheng's biggest support to defend against the desolate.

According to legend, no one was able to escape under Zhang Huaibi's sword. According to legend, Zhang Huaibi once killed the lava tribe with a single sword, causing Aguba to be seriously injured and afraid to go out for three years.

Azari actually said that the scar on his face was left by Zhang Huaibi, how could he not surprise Yan Li.

Seeing the expected expression on Yan Li's face, Azari seemed to be fully satisfied, and then his face gradually turned cold, which was a sign before he was about to kill.

Yan Li suddenly said: "You said so much, just to prove that you once escaped under the sword of a human being, and you also used it as a boasting capital?"

As the first desolate man to escape from Zhang Huaibi's sword, Azari is indeed something to be proud of, even his brother Aguba, who may not be able to escape in the face of Zhang Huaibi.

Azari said coldly: "I said so much, but I just want you to understand the gap." ”

Perhaps growing up in human society, he was not far behind even in words.

If it was another wasteland, it would have been hit a long time ago, how could it be said so much.

Yan Li suddenly laughed and said, "Then you must not know one thing." ”

"Oh?" said Azari.

Yan Li said lightly: "I once killed Qu Youfeng under Zhang Dashan's nose. ”

Azari's face changed completely.