Seeing the bloody captivity in front of them, Lin Kunqi and the others shuddered, but just as they wanted to retreat silently, Xi Suosuo's voice came from another direction, but it was obvious that the other end of the sound source did not realize that their actions were alarming a group of vampire bats hidden in a deep cave in the dark night.

Like an uninvited guest in the silence of an ancient jungle, awakening all the creatures that are sleeping. The blood clan on the miscanthus grass also seemed to come to life at this moment, they were originally agile and unusually cultivators could compare, under this blessing, it was even more mysterious, and the moment the voice sounded, their bodies broke away from the miscanthus grass and disappeared in place.

At this point, Lin Kunkun and others finally breathed a sigh of relief. Dozens of blood clans are still blood clans that are crazy about improving their cultivation, even if they think that a fearless person like Lin Kunkun is creepy, they don't dare to make a slight move. Of course, this has a lot to do with their numerical disadvantage. Otherwise, according to Lin Kunyan's character, he must come forward to try it and see what difference these blood clans that have rapidly improved their strength under the captivity of miscanthus grass are compared to before.

In a moment, the sound of shouting sounded from the direction from which the voice had come.

"Don't deceive people too much, you blood clan!" Lin Kunkun really listened, this was shouted in Swedish. The Norse god clan, Lin Kunkun affirmed the identity of the other party, for a mercenary like him, it is very important to master some important national or local languages, which can make it very convenient for them to perform various tasks.

"Let's go over and have a look!" Lin Kunyan said in a low voice, his body was like a spirit in the forest, quickly but secretly sneaking in the direction where the voice was transmitted.

It's a battlefield, an eerie battlefield. Like a battlefield where a group of animals from an ancient jungle fight with invaders who have encroached on their territory. In this battlefield, the most striking thing is a middle-aged man standing on the field, of course, in the world of cultivators, it is a childish act to judge a person's age simply by their appearance.

This middle-aged man was a sturdy man, at least two meters tall, like a humanoid tank. Just standing makes one feel the irresistible pressure on him. The muscles all over his body are stretched, his face is rough, and his short blond hair is upside down, looking like Zhang Fei, who is the enemy of 10,000 people on the Nagasaka slope. Of course, it is also necessary to exclude his skin color and hair color, and the most important thing is that he is not holding a snake spear in his hand.

The man wore no strands on his upper body, and his lower body was just a pair of wide shorts, and the primitive violence was vividly reflected in his body. Now he was holding a huge hammer in his hand, and in Lin Kunyan's imagination, the size of this hammer seemed to exceed the size of a normal person's head. There is not much decoration on the hammer, and this is the case, which reflects the simplicity of the user of this hammer.

"Isn't your Bloodline going too far?" the man's rough voice was like his look, and he glared angrily at the three Bloods in front of him. These three bloodlines are all at the level of the prince, the cultivation of the peak of the heavenly rank. But in the face of this man, they seemed to have great concerns, and they didn't make a move, this was just an offensive posture.

They did not answer the man's rebuke and questioning. This made the man slightly puzzled, although he knew the relationship between the blood clan and the Holy See, but the man still had great doubts about the blood clan attacking them. However, he didn't have the heart to think about it so much now, these blood clans suddenly appeared, and their strength was quite strong, and if they were not prepared, they could be defeated and retreated. He didn't dare to look around, he didn't dare to look at his comrades who were fighting, even though he was very concerned about whether they were hurt in any way, just because of the three princes of the blood clan in front of him.

He knew them, and although there was not much contact between the Norse gods and the blood clan for various reasons, he was still familiar with the reputation of the five elders of the blood clan. Now blocking his official, the three strongest of them - Lucas, Solan, and Abel. Although they hadn't launched an attack on themselves yet, the man could already feel the danger coming from the momentum emanating from them.

"Why? Why ambush us?" the man roared again. But it was their silence that reciprocated him, but the man saw a look of confusion in their eyes, as if he had lost the ability to think, and had no emotion other than a steady stream of malice towards him. This made the man puzzled, and he didn't know when he had formed a deep grudge with the blood clan, so that they were desperate to attack themselves and their companions, a kind of blood feud that would be avenged tonight.

But even if they didn't want to say anything, the man couldn't confront them anymore. Although they couldn't observe their surroundings, they knew from the screams of their companions that they were at a disadvantage, and they were even facing the test of life and death. So the man's choice was to do something about it, and to exterminate the three bloodlines in front of him, and then he could bring his companions out of the predicament.

Lin Kunkun didn't believe that the hammer in the man's hand was a hollow ornament, and the howl of "woo" brought by the man when he waved the hammer in his hand gave him a deep understanding of the weight of the hammer. The man, like a god of war with natural powers, swung his hammer and swept towards Lucas, Solan, and Able. Before the hammer could get close to the three Bloodline Princes, the attack had already enveloped their heads. When the hammer was lifted, it was like a huge lightning rod, attracting all the lightning elements in the air. Like the god of thunder descending into the world, the dancing hammer is covered with purple thunder and lightning.

The man knew that the speed of the Blood Clan was unmatched, let alone a pure power-type cultivator like him. Therefore, when he swung the hammer, the thunder and lightning he brought covered the three bloodlines in a fan shape, and he tried his best to make the range of his attack very large, so that even if the other party escaped, he could not escape, after all, the speed of thunder and lightning was not comparable to them.

The thunder and lightning from the hammer swam in the air like small snakes, and in the blink of an eye, a large area in front of the man was enveloped. The man seemed very satisfied with his actions, and when the blow was struck, a somewhat hideous smile appeared on his face.

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(Tianjin)