"Master!" Lei Hanzhu slowly moved in the direction of Lin Kunyan.

"How's it going?" asked Lin Kun without looking back, his eyes looking straight ahead.

"There's nothing unusual!" Lei Hanzhu whispered, a puzzled look on his face. He and Lin Kunkun had roughly the same idea, so as soon as Lin Kunkun opened his mouth, he understood.

"No, how is this possible?" Lin Kunyan said incredulously, paused, and said with some regret: "Then let's leave first......" But before he finished speaking, he fell silent. After a while, he suddenly turned his head to look at Lei Hanzhu again, his eyes burned, and he looked a little unwilling, "There is nothing different from just now?"

"It's hard to say! I don't know if it's or not!But I feel that the flow of the red liquid in the body of that miscanthus is a little faster than before! And the flow rate is not a constant state! It's just that I can't be sure, I didn't get too close!" Lei Hanzhu said with some hesitation.

"That's it!" Lin Kunkun said with some excitement: "Hanzhu! You go with Shijie! You come and seize the time, wait for us to go out to relieve the siege of the Nordic God Clan, you can do something to that miscanthus grass depending on the situation! The damage to it is from small to large, forcing it to summon these blood clans back!" Lin Kunkun did not explain the details too specifically, because he knew that Lei Hanzhu would definitely be able to make the most suitable move at the most appropriate time.

"En!" After answering, Lei Hanzhu and Liu Shijie left quietly.

"Then what do we do now?" Jiang Changyin asked softly as he looked at the backs of Lei Hanzhu and Liu Shijie leaving.

"Wait ......"

The man's body was covered in scars, and some of them were still bleeding out. "You ...... You've got enough!" he gasped a little between his words, and seemed to be a little consumed. His face was also a little pale due to his eagerness and the rapid loss of physical strength, reflecting his complexion, as if his enemy was a blood clan.

The three people in front of him were also breathing unevenly, but they had no intention of giving up attacking. As the man spoke, they moved again. The man's heart was angry and anxious, angry that he and the others were attacked for no reason, okay! Even if he and the others fell into the encirclement and suppression of the blood clan because of the limitation of the number of people who passed the "Kunlun" trial, but the other party did not say a word, even when the battle was like this, they did not answer any of their questions, and this kind of contempt was the source of his anger.

In addition, he was still extremely anxious, watching his companions fall in a pool of blood one by one, but he could not do anything about it, although the corpses of the enemy also increased.

"Uh!" A muffled snort! The position of the chest was torn open again, from the position of the left shoulder to the waist, if his reaction was a little slower, then the fate of being disemboweled! The man really wanted to exert his strength beyond his own cultivation under the general anger of the hero he wanted, so as to defeat all the enemies in front of him. But anger is anger, but unfortunately reality is reality, and the shackles of strength are not broken if they are broken!

The hammer in his hand was swinging wildly in the air, and now he didn't dare to hope as extravagantly as before, and it was already a great thing to be able to protect himself. Fortunately, he is also a veteran powerhouse, and it is understandable both in terms of combat experience and the consolidation of his cultivation. The hammer in his hand was impenetrable to the wind wielded by him, and there was no need to worry about his life for the time being, but this was just a way to quench his thirst. With a defense of this intensity, it won't be long before your physical strength and the strength in your body will be exhausted, and at that time, you can only be slaughtered by others!

The attacks of the three blood princes were also strong in waves, as if their strength and physical strength were endless, and some even forcibly extracted the potential in their bodies regardless of the wear and tear of their bodies. Like a roaring waterfall cascading down from a high mountain, the attack dripped, enveloping the man and the hammer he relied on to resist.

Just as the man's defense range was getting smaller and smaller, and he was about to be attacked by Solan, Solan's position suddenly withdrew. It's like a punch that has accumulated all the strength of the whole body, but the powerlessness that falls on the soft cotton. "Poof!" a mouthful of blood gushed out of the man's mouth.

Directly in front of him, a large empty door was exposed. However, his reaction was worthy of that of a master at the peak of the Heavenly Rank, and he turned around on the spot, and the iron hammer in his hand swept in all directions with the power of surging thunder and lightning, blocking Lucas and Abel who rushed forward.

A clear color appeared in Solan's eyes, and he looked down at the extra glimmering metal in his heart. Whose sword is this? It is the sword of a Huaxia cultivator! An incomparably sharp sword! He thought in his heart! Fortunately, it was not a silver sword, and he was glad that it had just risen from his mind, but the next moment the tip of the sword that came out of his body was shining brightly. In Solan's frightened eyes, his true qi skyrocketed, not only shattering his heart core. The irresistible force emanated from within, tearing Solan's body to pieces, and disappeared from the world without a trace......

Just when the man was stunned for a moment, he didn't even fully accept what was happening in front of him. Lucas and Abel didn't seem to feel the fact that their companions had been sacrificed, and they still attacked the man relentlessly, the black gas was churning, and the bloody breath was permeating, just smelling it, as if they were in a sea of corpses and blood.

When the man's mouthful of blood spurted out, it seemed that he had drained the strength of his whole body, and in the face of Lucas and Abel, two demons who seemed to have come out of hell, he could only barely lift the hammer in his hand. By this time, the thunder on the hammer was almost gone, leaving only a faint white light like a faint white light produced by electrostatic friction.

Quietly closing his eyes, the man felt a little regretful, he knew that he could not escape the fate of death that was about to befall him. He didn't have any fear, only reluctance and disappointment. I am unwilling to end my life in such a way, and I am unwilling not to see the legendary fairyland-like "Kunlun". Extreme disappointment, disappointment in one's own leadership, has allowed so many companions to end in the hands of this group of bloods......

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(Tianjin)