In the ancient city, one after another poisonous python's subordinates, the original members of the Bloody Hand, were chased and killed by the Blood Shadow.

"Miss Maggie, don't run, this entire ancient city is already surrounded by us, you can't get out at all!"

"Now you are the only member of the Bloody Hand in the entire Southern Continent, where do you want to escape?"

The two grandmasters who were chasing Maggie, seeing that they were about to succeed, smiled wickedly and forced Maggie into a corner. This once the strongest killer under the leopard was also seriously injured at this time, and his vigorous thigh had a deep knife wound at this time, and he was still bleeding.

"The eldest sister has gone to find the real Lord of the Blood Hand, and I died here in battle, and soon the eldest sister will avenge me. Maggie stood in the corner, making a dying posture, staring coldly at the two in front of her.

"We, the Witch God, are the masters of the bloody hand!Nameless and Leopard are both traitors!" One of the grandmasters snorted, about to finish off Maggie.

In the shadow of the corner, there was a shadow slowly standing up.

The two of them were taken aback when they saw this ghost-like thing, and before they could react, the shadow suddenly jumped out, and a little sword light shot out.

Poof!

The two of them were instantly cut by the sword light!

"Flower ...... cough cough ......" The two grandmaster warriors spurted blood, looked at the figure that appeared in horror, tried to speak, but they couldn't speak, and finally fell to the ground and died convulsively.

"Big sister!" Maggie hadn't seen the shadow yet, but just by seeing the shadow figure, she recognized the person, who else could it be if it wasn't her eldest sister leopard?

She threw herself into the arms of the leopard, even though she should be an indifferent and ruthless female killer, she couldn't help crying at this time.

"I thought I'd never see you again!" Miranda and the others were captured, the Python and the other members of the Bloody Hand had mutinied, and we were outnumbered...... "Mickey cried out sadly.

The leopard touched her hair and whispered, "Alright, Miranda will be fine, our companions will rescue them and take revenge for all the humiliation and betrayal they have suffered!"

She wiped away Mickie's tears, fed her a healing pill, and said, "Come with me to our master, and from tomorrow onwards, the country of Burma will be completely controlled by us!"

"Master?!" Miki was startled and looked at the figure of a black-clothed young man who was leisurely walking in the ancient palace to visit.

Is this the legendary man their bloody hand is looking for, the one who makes Nameless follow him with all his heart? so young......

After a day and a night of killing, the entire territory of Burma, the warriors of the Witch God Cult in all places, and even the warriors of the strongest local martial arts forces, were killed or captured.

In the wee hours of the morning, in the evening wear bar, hundreds of grandmaster-level martial artists were captured and brought here.

Around, there are one after another figures in red robes, which are the nameless members of the bloody hands who came to Myanmar from China, and dozens of beautiful, wild, and extremely beautiful snake members, which are the bloody members of the leopards.

Surrounded by these bloody hands in the middle, although these grandmasters were numerous, they had no idea of resisting at all.

Because these red-robed killers around them are far more terrifying than them!

There is hardly any of them, below the middle stage of the Grandmaster, especially the four people in the front, each of them is full of momentum, blood and light, all of them are Heavenly and Human Realm powerhouses!

With just the four Heavenly and Human Realm powerhouses, they could easily suppress the more than a hundred Grandmasters here!

"You are people who have been bewitched or oppressed by the Witch God Cult to join the Witch God Cult. Leng Mian had an extremely stiff and indifferent face, and said lightly: "Now I give you a choice, you can choose to resist us, or you can choose to obey us." ”

"Who the hell are you?" asked a Burmese grandmaster.

He was originally a local warrior in Burma, and then the rise of the Witch God Cult, he had to join the Witch God Cult, and within a few days, these terrifying Chinese warriors came to Myanmar and uprooted the Witch God Cult.

These Huaxia warriors are incredibly powerful, like hellish demons.

He looked at Leng Mian's lips and did not move, and the voice came from his abdomen, and he felt even more strange in his heart.

Leng Mian glanced at him: "We are bloody hands. ”

The Grandmaster of the Burmese Kingdom immediately said, "I will also join the Bloody Hand! Please accept me from this senior, and I will become the most loyal killer of the Bloody Hand!"

He didn't hesitate much.

The terrifying existence of the Witch God Sect was swept away by the bloody hand in one day, and it was obviously more secure to join the bloody hand.

What's more, he didn't dare to fight against these terrifying warriors anymore, it would be a dead end.

"Confused!" a voice rang out angrily, "It's only temporary for them to occupy this place! That's because the main forces of the Witch God Sect have gone to the Yue Kingdom and the Elephant Kingdom, otherwise how could they be occupied by them so easily?

Leng Mian's gaze immediately fell on the person who made the voice, and there was a chill in his eyes: "Very good, who else is loyal to the Witch God Sect?" Stand up, we don't kill the prisoners, we can let you go back to Yue and Xiangguo." ”

"Really?" In the crowd, several people's eyes lit up.

These grandmasters are all die-hard people of the Witch God Sect, and they have to be caught.

Leng Mian snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Our bloody hands have always been talkative, and we will never go back on our word like the Witch God Sect, even if those who are loyal to the Witch God Sect stand up, they can leave later." ”

Hearing his promise, the man who spoke immediately strode out and stepped aside.

The people next to him hurriedly squeezed in, for fear of being thought to be in his group.

"Just you?" Leng Mian glanced coldly at the group of grandmasters in front of him and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

The man glanced at Leng Mian in surprise, and then turned his head to look at the terrifying red-robed bloody hands next to him, as well as the beautiful snakes whose eyes flashed with resentment, full of disbelief.

Did you really let yourself go like this?

He tried, took a few steps outside, and saw that there was really no one to intercept him, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and immediately ran up and ran away quickly.

The monks present, seeing the cold face and the bloody hands, really let this monk leave unscathed, and they were all stunned.

Immediately, several voices said, "We are also loyal to the Witch God Cult!"

They all stood up and looked at the cold noodles.

Leng Mian also nodded: "You can also go." ”

These Grandmasters fled happily, their cold eyes sweeping over everyone: "Isn't it?"

More than a hundred grandmasters shook their heads one after another.