Yun Duo collected the qin and sacrificed his long sword, and Ling Qingping and Yue Qimei leaned against the stone wall to defend themselves in three lines. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey all knew that if they became protected critters again, they would probably kill Amon alone.

Determined, Wen Yiming put aside his worries, vowed to fight quickly, and rushed out towards the nearest martial cultivator.

In a loud shout, he was forced by a sword and shot out.

'Poof!'

Nearby Wu Xiu pierced his throat to rest his breath, Wen Yiming walked quickly under his feet, raised his arm and picked up the corpse and smashed it on a martial artist who was about to rise into the air, the Wu Xiu who was smashed to pieces was bathed in a puff of blood mist and internal organs; Before he could open his eyes in the blood water, he saw a huge kitchen knife roaring with chains, a violent force between the throats was raised, and the round eyes on the skull looked at the headless body farther and farther away.

In one step, the speed soared, and he had to rush under the suppression of the third wave of arrows and javelins to intercept the remaining martial cultivators who were about to rise into the air. Otherwise, he, Yue Qimei and Yunduo will be hunted in the air, and although Amun, who is covered in injuries, and Ling Qingping, who is under the combat power, can control the air, they will not play any role except for running.

Amon also understood this truth, and held the head of the rewinding knife in his right hand, and staggered his steps in a muffled roar, and his mouth was actually gibberish.

"Scatter them ——!"

My day, Wen Yiming's nostrils are smoking, isn't this your line good?

Amon's eyes showed coldness, but he was not hideous, and the kitchen knife in his hand slashed out pale green knife qi.

'Smack' ——!

A muffled sound sounded in the waist of a martial cultivator who rose up, and in an instant, he was sluggish, his ascent speed decreased sharply, and Amun's hand fell with a knife, stabbing him to death in the air like killing a pig.

Fuck! Wen Yiming claimed that this was a kind of scolding, and Meng Ge was furious!

Overjoyed, he rolled up his spear as if sweeping through a thousand armies, disrupting the remaining two martial cultivators, and retreating diagonally while transmitting, "I'll defend myself!"

It's been a day, Amon's mind is confused, what is the pig girl, why does the eldest brother scold?

once dared to kill, and the two of them joined forces to kill three times in exchange for injuries, but they were robbed of their heads by Amundo, and Wen Yiming secretly praised Amon for his quick hands and feet.

Wen Yiming's heart is a little stable, in the face of the third wave of high-altitude suppression, he must return to defend and assist, otherwise he will become a hedgehog with the combat power of the three women.

On the way back, he picked up two javelins again, locked on to the target with his aura, and threw them in the air while the arrows covered him.

'Whew!'

Two whistling and oncoming arrows interspersed with each other, nailing to a Sky Martial Cultivator at the same time.

Wen Yiming's arm strength was so strong and swift under the blessing of battle howls and sacrifices, and the Great Martial Arts's True Yuan Sky Control didn't have time to dodge at all.

At this time, Amon was covered in blood and scabbed, his body surface exuded a faint burning aura, his honest expression was long gone, and his eyes sometimes flashed with flames and shadows like substance.

The most exaggerated thing is that his sturdy body swelled slightly, looking burly.

'Smack' ——!

Under the focus and sharing, Amon's accuracy rate skyrocketed, and the knives of the virus butcher's knife were staggered in the field.

"Haha!" Amon laughed wildly, where was there still a little bit of naivety, like a wild bull, he leaned over and slammed into Wu Xiu's body, who was sluggish in the middle of the knife, and the blood didn't have time to spurt wildly, so he was wiped by Amon's neck with a kitchen knife.

At this moment, it was Amon's solo dance, and after Wen Yiming finished defending the third wave, he did not rush into the field again, because the remaining last beard had already risen five meters into the air, and those air-controlled martial arts cultivators could not do anything, so they could only protect the three women in front of them and prepare to accept the fourth wave of long-range suppression.

This is the watershed of the cultivation level, and it has a great advantage in battle.

However, he believed that Amon would be able to deal with it, and the beard that finally lifted into the air and the remaining four martial cultivators in the sky were no longer enough to pose a mortal threat to them.

And Amon, Wen Yiming could see that he had entered a state of madness.

This is a real Zaun madman! Just a few fires coiled around his waist.

Amun's eyes were burning with fire, and he saw that the beard ten meters away rose five meters into the air, and the four martial cultivators were already obliquely walking towards the sky, and at the same time he took out three javelins.

"Ho..."

Amon seemed to have lost his mind, rolled his hand and lifted the chain, leaned over and rushed ten meters violently, and the ground exploded between jumps, and at the same time waved a light green knife and threw it out.

'Smack' ——!

It doesn't hurt or itch, the beard is crazy and the head is dizzy in the air rising, and the secret breath is not good, and it feels that the true yuan is sluggish, and the internal breath is chaotic.

What kind of martial arts is this, the beard is terrifying, there is no pain, but you can feel the body hurt, the most important limbs are stiff, and the speed drops sharply.

"Haha!" Amon seemed to only know how to laugh wildly, and when he was four meters away, he shook his hand and threw out the chain wrapped in his right arm, and the kitchen knife chased after his beard in a strange arc like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Fuck! The beard was crazy, and the brief dullness prevented him from throwing the javelin, so he had to erect a single knife and let the chain knife twist around the blade.

Immediately after feeling a strong tug, I saw that the goods were quickly approaching as if they had been pulled by themselves.

"Thanks!haha.. ！”

The beard is crazy, Nima, can you die if you don't laugh wildly?

This was his last scolding, and Amun, who was near, raised his hand and raised the fist gauntlet of the chain knife, and slammed his head against the door in front of him.

'Poof'

The blood mist exploded, and the skull was torn apart.

"Where to run!"

Amon slew his legs and knees on the corpse, and soared into the air until the four men turned and fled.

Wen Yiming admired it very much, not to mention the three girls who were terrified, Amon's chain knife chain was nine meters long, and it was rolled up on his arm and retracted freely, and the kitchen knife that had never cut garlic seedlings and leeks was handy whether it was in his hand or flying out of his hand, it could be described as like an arm and a finger.

Don't look at Amon's tall figure at this time, Zhenyuan Yukong is playing around, laughing and scolding, and the kitchen knife is thrown violently.

True Yuan is not as flexible as the ground, but the consumption is quite large. Two people were stabbed in a row and slowed down, and the other two were already chilled and landed quickly.

The two sluggish men were struggling, and the javelin arrows at close range were not enough to threaten the target, and they wanted to sacrifice their blades but couldn't get close to Amun's body.

The nine-meter chain knife stretched freely in Amon's hand, like a poisonous tongue spitting out letters.

The two martial cultivators, who were already two levels lower than Amon, were locked by the chain knife before they lasted three seconds, and then in Amon's wild laughter, they were stabbed to death in the air, and their intestines were like red and white ribbons, landing in the air.

The two martial arts cultivators who landed on the ground rushed to the ground, glanced at Wen Yiming, who was dancing with his hands and shouting '666' in his mouth, and ran away with his life.

Amon who was high in the sky was too lazy to Zhenyuan Yukong, and directly leaned over and fell headlong from the sky, almost jumping off the building like a girl who had lost her footing, and was so crazy that she was in a mess.

'Bang ——!'

The ground trembled, Amon landed like a meteorite, and the strong physique of the Zuan clan directly smashed the ground into the big pit of Tantan.

Rolling on the spot, the chains pressed to the ground like poisonous snakes, and went straight to the ankles of the two men.

There was no suspense, Amon took his body and slid to the target in the straightening of the chains, and at the same time twisted his wrist and rolled his arms, and in the midst of two screams, when he retracted the knife, he brought up two puffs of blood mist, and four severed feet were scattered among the weeds.

Amunti knife in hand, squatted and grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, directly scaring the two severed foot martial cultivators into incontinence.

"Hahaa——!"

Wen Yiming shook his head and laughed, this thing has no culture, he only knows how to laugh wildly, and he has to teach him two pretending lines another day.

Northern Xinjiang Wu is bloody, and he is used to seeing life and death. But not all of them are not afraid of death, in front of the kitchen knife of the last Zu'an madman in the world, his face is still as earth-colored, as if he is mourning.

Raising his hand and twisting the head of Wu Xiu, who was prostrate on the ground, Amon stabbed him to death like a butcher.

"Behind my big team stands ... Ahh

The last one wanted to say cruel words, but he didn't want to be chopped by Amon like chopping ribs, chopping his head in a different place, his head rolled far away, and he kept the aftermath of screaming.

"Uh..." Amon was stunned and complained: "Hurry up next time, I'll have a kitchen knife very fast!"

Wen Yiming and the three of them almost fainted.