Summer didn't know that the mysterious man was going and returning, and killed Tila mercilessly.

In other words, the other party has never left.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care if Tila lived or died.

Tila's arms were broken by him, which can only be regarded as external injuries, and the kick that the other party received was no less than the slap that slap Roderick.

That kick had already shattered Tila's internal organs, and deliberately left a strong force, even the other party's blood clan would definitely die.

After leaving the castle, he did not go to any hotels, but set out on a hasty journey to the southwest.

There is a large jungle there.

He needed a quiet place to heal and cultivate.

In fact, he is not as unhindered as he seems.

In several battles in a row, although they all killed the enemy, they themselves were more or less traumatized to varying degrees.

Especially in the battle with the mysterious man, it was definitely the most difficult and extreme battle so far in the summer, and under several hard shocks, he vomited blood one after another, aggravating the internal injuries.

There was also an angel piercing his shoulder blade in the back......

It is not an exaggeration to say that all along, he has been holding a breath to keep his spirit and spirit from dissipating, but in fact, he was also not lightly injured.

When he entered a jungle in the southwest, he immediately found a relatively secluded place and sat down.

Only then did he bow his head slightly and look at the angel thorn that was still piercing his shoulder blade.

When he fought before, he never pulled it out, not because he didn't want to pull it out, but because he didn't dare to pull it out.

Because this holy weapon of the blood clan is indeed extremely weird, since the stab in the body, the summer has been feeling that the spirit has been withdrawn.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already cultivated his spiritual power and kept fighting against it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If he pulled it out at that time, he was afraid that all the momentum and spirit he had accumulated would also be withdrawn in an instant.

After a moment of cross-legging, Summer exhaled deeply, reached out and grabbed the grip of the angel thorn, and his eyebrows were upside down, and he suddenly pulled outward.

Phew.

A bloody arrow then appeared.

Wow, Summer also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly withered, but his expression was a lot more relaxed.

He didn't have time to look at the Blood Clan, so he placed it inside the Supreme Ring and immediately closed his eyes again.

He emptied his mind and went into that wonderful state.

He came to get off the plane at half past two, and then continued to fight, and now it has only been more than two hours, and it is not yet five o'clock at this time.

It can also be seen that killing five super masters in a row within two hours is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

The cold wind blows, the forest rattles, and in summer it sits motionless like a statue.

He entered that kind of mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, and his state of mind was slowly approaching in the direction of the Great Perfection.

At this moment, he felt as if his spiritual power had detached from his body.

Although the eyes are forced, the surrounding scenery is clearly displayed in the heart.

He even had the illusion that he had always been strange, as if he was already powerful to an incomparable extent, as if he had become the master of heaven and earth.

Yes.

He suddenly came to his senses.

It's just an illusion, and it's not a master of the game.

Instead, after entering the 'potential field' state, in that specific area, his perception and combat power will be greatly increased, while the enemy, on the contrary, will be repeatedly weakened.

But...... If this 'potential field' is infinitely strengthened, it is infinitely amplified...... What will happen?

Centered on oneself and forming an independent space?

In this space, you are the absolute master?

Wouldn't that become a god?

It may be an exaggeration, but there must be a lot of useful uses.

Summer has a lot of thoughts in his heart, and the whole person's spirit looks at everything around him from a sidestander perspective.

And his realm, unconsciously, is getting closer and closer to the Great Perfection.

Turbulence.

The echo of the crash came from a distance, and a figure rushed towards the direction where Xia was like a floating light, with a murderous aura.

on this.

Summer doesn't feel like a surprise.

Killing many masters in a row tonight must have alarmed many people.

But that's not the most important thing.

It was the appearance of the mysterious man and the angel thorn that made him realize that in addition to the superficial alliance, he was afraid that there were more masters hidden in the dark.

Otherwise, although Tira's combat power is strong, can the blood clan really rest assured that she will control the holy artifact Angel Thorn alone?

Apparently impossible.

As for how the other party tracked it, it doesn't really matter at all.

First of all, he didn't deliberately hide himself when he came...... The point is that the smell of blood on the body cannot be hidden at all.

And with the Angel Thorn, the Bloodline will definitely have a way to track it down.

Seeing that the people were getting closer and closer, the summer was still motionless.

He didn't even open his eyes.

Swish.

With a flick of his wrist, the snake knife shot out from his palm, sending out an extremely piercing cold light.

Boom.

The snake knife slashed an extremely sharp arc, leaving a bloody mark on the neck of the visitor, and then it swirled and turned into a cold light, falling on the palm of Summer.

"Spiritual ...... Abilities?"

The visitor looked incredulous, his body stiffened on the ground, his hands on his neck, his eyes bulging, staring at the summer thirty meters away.

He is an extraordinary initial combat power, although it is far from being comparable to summer, but he was killed by a knife in the air...... He couldn't believe it!

When did the God of Killing have such a terrifying ability as the spirit system?

This was his last question before he died.

Summer is in that wonderful state at the moment, within a certain range, he really looks like a master, and the blow just now is just an imitation of the mysterious man.

It's not an ability.

Instead, within this specific area, he controls the snake knife with his own mental power.

Bang.

The body fell to the ground.

The woods fell silent again.

Throughout, Summer's heart is calm.

But his perception has become more acute, and he can even detect subtle changes in himself.

The sound of blood flowing, the trembling of the internal organs, the slight sound between the bones...... Even the mysterious energy in the body is clearly perceived.

It's about to be consummated.

At this time, three hundred meters away from the summer, a black shadow suddenly appeared, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, very abruptly.

This is a fair-skinned middle-aged man, who is said to be middle-aged, but his eyes are very vicissitudes.

He first swept away in the direction where Summer was, and then looked straight ahead, "I can not kill him, but I must return my clan's holy weapon." ”

Behind a tree, a majestic figure wearing an iron armor mask appeared silently.

The man in the iron mask was silent, but he himself emitted a powerful momentum, like Mount Tai pressing down, carrying an unpredictable force to press down.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he also fought against it with the same momentum, but he still couldn't stop taking three steps back.

"You're strong, but you're only one. ”

Whoosh.

Three afterimages flashed one after another, quickly surrounding the ironclad man.

Each of these three people exudes a compelling momentum, powerful and incredible.

One of them was two meters tall, with thick arms thicker than a woman's waist, while the other was an old man in a white robe with a holy aura.

The third one was dressed in a black robe, and his whole body was so that it was impossible to see his face.

"Huh. ”

The iron-armored man sneered, "The wolf clan, the blood clan, and the old guys of the Holy See have all arrived, but the Phantom Thorn clan has not come...... Is there no one in Huaxia who deceives me? ”

As the words fell, a hundred meters behind him, a series of figures also appeared.

An old man in tattered clothes and shaped like a beggar, an old man in an unusually neat Tang costume, and a middle-aged man with an expressionless face.

If you're here in the summer, you'll be surprised.

Because he knew all three.

Needless to say, the old beggar played the world and spent the summer several times, and the old man in Tang costume ...... It was the old guy who was knocked to the ground and twisted his foot on the Qinghai campus.

As for the last middle-aged, it is said to be middle-aged, but his momentum is not weaker than the other three at all.

And what he looks like...... It turned out to be the appearance of the person who was frozen in the ice cellar of Dragon City.

His name is ...... Chushan River.

Seeing this, the faces of several Western masters became difficult to look at.

"Do you want to provoke a holy war between the East and the West?"

At the same time, afterimages swept through the forest, but instead of rushing here, they killed directly in the direction where Summer was. I want to talk about "President Wang Qiao" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~