The barren land south of Jiangnan City.

In the winter of December, the land that should have been dry and desolate is churned here and there, and there is a deep, most obvious ravine, about 500 meters long, which stretches here.

As if deeply scarred, let the traces be imprinted.

Showing the aftermath of the riot, the audience was silent.

The scar-like ravines, four or five meters wide, are scattered, as if they have been chiseled by thousands of ploughs, the frozen soil is exposed, the mud and stones are broken into slag, and occasionally two or three tenacious green grasses have been in a mess...... Starting from the bloody battle area, it spread to the soles of Han Dong's feet.

"Dead. ”

"Finally killed. ”

At this moment, Han Dong had only one thought in his mind, nothing else, staring at the blood-red giant bull that fell to the ground in a daze.

Demons and monsters, scheming.

There are countless ways to play dead, hide, trap, and so on. But in the moment of inspiration, the slightest detail must also be revealed.

Apparently.

The ferocious and brutal malice of despair and death finally dissipated.

Ahead.

This blood-red giant bull demon with a height of about nine meters, the demon body was almost shattered, the horns were shattered, and the scale armor and protruding bones attached to the body were all shattered, and they collapsed on the ground lifelessly.

Today, the sect-level demon died here.

The afterglow of dusk is still shining, the cold wind is still blowing, and there is not the slightest sound in the deserted Quartet.

Tick.

The wound on the back of his right hand, dripping with blood.

The metallic blood smashed against the shattered dirt with a soft thud.

"The second time. ”

"It was the first time I killed Wu Jie in anger. And now, it's the second time. ”

Between his thoughts, Han Dong regretted a little, but more emotions were stunned, satisfied, moved, and happy.

I swore an oath to intercept everything and defend this land.

We wait for the formation, fight to the death, and are willing to do our best to survive.

......

The dusk continued to shine, and the afterglow filled the land.

The north wind is blowing fiercely, and the white clouds are drifting slowly.

Han Dong squatted down and sorted out the injuries of the team leader Wang Youwei.

His eyes were squinting with joy, and a smile of gratitude appeared on his bloodstained face.

Grateful to whom?

I don't know, maybe I'm grateful for the impermanence of fate.

Wang Youwei was not dead, but his right arm was shattered into dregs...... Chen Shu fell into syncope, and there was only a trace of flesh and blood between his knees...... Yan Cangtu, who has always been ancient, has a deformed face, but it is really ugly, and he is still alive...... The Scarlet Bull wants to eat it for the rest of its life.

It's too confident.

The rampant nature of the blood-red giant bull stemmed from the strength of the sect level that could not be resisted, and he just wanted to chew it slowly, and then rush into the place where the human race gathered, and slaughter it on a large scale.

It's a pity.

No one could have imagined that there were people like Han Dong in the world.

Standing in the realm of martial arts, instantaneously controlling the unity technique, terrifying roaring and crazy demonic state, the three converge on one, ignite thousands of lights, and pour out all the heroic, which is incomparably terrifying.

Sect-level demons, what's wrong?

It has to die, too!

......

In this life, I was born as a human being, a Chinese person, and a person who was prepared for defense, and I always felt that there was a little inexplicable belief in my heart, and my faith was different from my belief.

Such an oath of faith is foolish, irrational, and unwise.

Such a feeling of faith, unswerving to death, but emotional, too reckless.

"Wake up. ”

"Don't fall asleep, wake up!"

Han Dong used his hands and feet together, half-knelt beside the richly dressed middle-aged man, picked up the simple medical kit he carried with him, and tried to seal the bleeding.

It doesn't make sense.

The chest has been penetrated and cannot be sealed.

No!

Nope!

Sneer-Han Dong tore off his shirt, his heart trembled, but his palms did not tremble at all, and he wrapped this unfamiliar comrade-in-arms twice, barely stopping the almost shattered chest.

The vitality of the military generals realm is too terrifying.

The heart is still beating, and the body still has residual warmth.

"Hold on. ”

"Wake me up and hold on a little longer!"

Han Dong shook him gently, but the injury was so serious that he was afraid that he would not be able to make up the rescue.

"Damn it!"

"Don't you like famous brands, wake up, we'll buy you world famous brands and charter you a shopping mall!"

His heart gradually failed, and his body temperature showed a tendency to decrease.

In a trance.

His eyes opened with great difficulty, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his left palm hung in the air, as if he wanted to say something.

"I'm here. ”

"I'm right here, no hurry. ”

Han Dong swallowed his saliva and pressed it to his face, but he could only hear a slight gasp, and the corner of his eye swept to his bloody neck.

"Pendant!"

"Yes, the pendant! I heard it, I'll help you find the pendant, you wake me up, don't sleep!"

Kindness.

Pendants, my pendants are precious.

The middle-aged man exhaled slowly, his chest hurt a little, his head was dizzy, he was so tired, he was really tired - I'm sorry, Han Dong, let me sleep.

Sleepy.

Just let me sleep for a while.

......

The afterglow of dusk is getting more and more yellow.

Han Dong, whose upper body was torn in many places, held a silver pendant in his left palm and sat cautiously next to the seven people.

In the silence, only he was awake.

At this moment, time flies too slowly.

The seventeenth compilation of seven people, between life and death, went to death strongly, with the pride of moths fighting fires, and the righteousness of sorrow and tears, which is really worthy of admiration.

Their hesitation, hesitation, and loneliness are all not worth mentioning.

Their tears, their blood, their injuries, will eventually lay the ground.

But in terms of the degree of inner torment alone, Han Dong has borne more torture and heavier pressure than them.

With the unparalleled potential beyond the world, the immeasurable potential of the mysterious and incomprehensible, and the vow to protect the family reunion, and watch Xiaoqian grow into a big girl with her own eyes, these things contain indescribable heaviness, oppressing Han Dong, pressing so much that he didn't dare to expose too much, and he was as cautious as walking on thin ice.

He has never been afraid to speculate on the world with the greatest malice.

Dare to ask——

If there are really reborn people in this world, will they soar into the sky smoothly, will they be resourceful and ambitious, and will they be meticulous and forbearing?

Will it.

Han Dong didn't know.

Before the death crisis, he could have avoided without fighting, he could have grown up with confidence, let his promising self continue to embark on the road of the world, and work together to use the outstanding factors of the memory of his past life, gray airflow, and strong foundation, and he must stand at the peak.

But.

He couldn't do it...... Because of the nineteenth compilation, it was assembled.

Bang!

The northern horizon seems to have a strong tremor.

Han Dong clenched the palm pendant, lowered his head, and couldn't see his face clearly: "I swear to join the defense organization and guard this land from now on." ”

Bang!

The tremors drew nearer, as if the earth were trembling.

Han Dong took a breath lightly: "I should be worthy of my heart and protect the stability of the country." I should stand up and defend the lives of the people. I should be based on Lang Lang Qiankun and punish demons and monsters. ”

Thundered!

The tremors were closer, and a figure appeared in the air.

Han Dong stood up: "From now on, I have faith in my heart and am full of blood. ”

Wow!

The red robe is rolling mighty, and the Martial Sect Realm has finally arrived!

Han Dong turned his body covered with wounds and drenched in blood: "From now on, fight demons and fight ghosts." ”

Knock knock!

The sound of muffled steps resounded between heaven and earth, and the red-robed old man was like a phantom, walking a hundred meters away from Han Dong.

Han Dong stood with his head down, his face expressionless: "From now on, I swear not to retreat, I will not retreat until I die, I have no regrets." ”

Swish!

The red-robed old man seemed to be stepping on the edge of the air, and the cold air currents rolled around him, and the turbulent barren land rendered the strong majesty of the Martial Sect Realm, and in an instant, he had already come to the front of Han Dong.

Hiss!

The red-robed old man gasped.

"Han Dong?"

He was shocked and asked inexplicably: "What's the matter? The sect-level demon is dead? Who killed it, who can kill the sect-level demon." ”

Silent.

In the minutes and seconds, time seems to freeze.

Han Dong raised his gaze and looked at the red-robed old man with white beard, probably a high-ranking Martial Sect Realm, and the corners of his mouth outlined a bright smile: "I killed it." ”

What the?

The red-robed old man was so shocked that he took a half step back.

"You killed it?"

"I know you, you are the world's Han Dong...... But, how can you kill a sect-level demon? Looking at the momentum on your body, it is clear that you have just advanced to the realm of martial arts!"

He couldn't believe it.

Han Dong, who had just been promoted to a military general, killed a sect-level demon?

Why?

Could it be that Han Dong is already above the world? Could it be that Han Dong has something to rely on and secret? What is the reason?

Immediately.

Han Dong said lightly: "I'm stronger than it, so I can kill it." ”

In fact, Han Dong could have dragged the Scarlet Giant Bull and pretended to be barely resisting, and he could explain it...... But Wang Youwei urgently needed bandaging and treatment, but Han Dong really wanted to kill this demon alive, and the most important reason was that he was really crazy.

After activating the madness state-

The horror was overwhelming, rioting everything, and Han Dong couldn't control himself.

"You?"

The red-robed old man was silent.

The face with white hair was shocking and surprised, curious and suspicious, strange and unspeakable, and finally turned into an obscure silence.

In an instant—boom!

The red-robed old man took a step forward and passed by Han Dong, his figure flashed more than five hundred meters, and his right palm rotated a clear and traceable frost, reducing the surrounding temperature.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Clapped three times in a row, and the frost spread.

It was as if the water vapor between heaven and earth was all gathered in the palm of the red-robed old man's palm, followed by the materialized frost, splitting the demon body of the blood-red giant bull and freezing the ground in all directions.

Strong!

Strong and terrible!

With such a mysterious and awe-inspiring technique, even if Han Dong activated the mad demon state, it was definitely not a one-in-one enemy.

The red-robed old man stood in front of the giant bull demon body, his face showing a look of struggle, and finally flew back to Han Dong in two or three steps.

"Listen. ”

"I am Jin Qiyu, the criminal law elder of the Tieyang Sect...... I killed this demon. ”