Yan Wolf God **** Ran, the decline in his eyes was very meaningful, and he said with remembrance: "I once carried the task of saving the Southern Regions on my shoulders, and now it seems that you are more suitable for this task than me." ”

Yan Wolf is not a person who will grovel in the face of death threats, so Qin Hao respects him and is willing to use swordsmanship to fight him to the death.

Originally, Qin Hao decided to give him the last sword happily, and then set up a tombstone with his own hands, which was written on it...... Kendo genius Tomb of the Wolf

That's right, it's a planned charter. But I never expected that at the last moment, Yanwolf would change his mind!

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and Qin Hao asked coldly, "What do you mean by this!?"

"Haha......"

Yan Wolf looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing until he was excited, and blood spurted out of his throat, making his appearance even more miserable. He said in a playful tone:

I'm not used to seeing you always look like you've seen everything. In our Southern Regions dialect, you are called pretending to be thirteen, and if you are elegant, you are proud of yourself. So I decided to lie to you once and let you try to be surprised and stunned. ”

Qin Hao couldn't understand the meaning of Yan Wolf's words, so he could only have a gloomy face, but the Xue Lan Sword in his hand did not relax at all.

Seeing Qin Hao's confused appearance, Yan Wolf's face smiled even more.

"Three days ago, the people of Ansan came and invited me to join the interior of Ansan City. As a condition, I will help them kill you, the Master of Pure Vision. ”

"So you're going to kill me?" Qin Hao said in a slightly cold voice.

His face stiffened, and a look of resentment appeared in Yan Wolf's cold eyes, his teeth clenched, and he said angrily: "Hmph, how could I be with those wine bags and rice bags! If it weren't for Li Yuanba storing all the materials in Ansan City, how could Ansan County be so barren!"

Speaking of anger, Yan Wolf accidentally broke open the wound, and a fountain of sword wounds on his chest erupted, making his breath even more sluggish.

Qin Hao was puzzled: "Since you know this, you should unite with me, instead of killing each other like this and cheapening Li Yuanba for no reason." ”

"So, you've been deceived. A bleak smile surfaced, and Yan Wolf said in a sluggish tone: "The person who can make me surrender must be an earth-shattering person." It is necessary not only to have a great mind, but also to have strong strength. So I decided to test you......"

Before the words fell, Qin Hao's face suddenly became gloomy, "So you were testing me just now!?"

"Or what do you think? Yan Wolf smiled again, "It's good that you left me a breath, otherwise today's misunderstanding would have been a big one." ”

"You ......" Qin Hao trembled with anger, his immature little face turned blue, and he lowered his voice and asked, "How can I believe what you say!?"

"In twenty breaths, the people of Ansan City will come to my rescue, and I will follow her to Ansan City to heal her wounds. Someday if you invade the city, I will join you inside and out. ”

After speaking, Yan Wolf closed his eyes slightly tiredly, and his breathing became even more rapid.

Knowing what happened, Qin Haozhi felt his heart tremble.

I almost deceived myself by a bitter trick! But isn't this a good show?

The purpose of acting is to deceive others. And before you can deceive people, you must first deceive yourself.

Yan Wolf succeeded, but it made Qin Hao feel unhappy in his heart.

"You're taking such a risk, if I kill you by mistake, or if I don't say so much, you'll end up as a corpse. Frowning slightly, Qin Hao said with a slight displeasure.

"Anyway, I fooled you. In this regard, Yan Wolf seemed to be indifferent.

"What's more, I have the means to save my life, and I won't let you get it easily. ”

The wind roared, tearing open half of the clouds that covered the moon. The sky was clearer, the bright moon reflected the blood in a crystalline light, and the pale face of the wolf seemed to become less miserable.

Inadvertently snorted, Yan Wolf seemed to have discovered something, and even vaguely exchanged a look with Qin Hao, then closed his eyes heavily, and muttered, "Do it, I've already realized something......"

Xue Lan's sword was raised, and it sparkled like ice in the moonlight. After Qin Hao's understanding, his sword fell, and the Xue Lan sword was about to touch Yan Wolf's throat.

With Yan Wolf's reminder, Qin Hao had already prepared to resist the Xue Lan Sword in front of his chest, only to hear the tooth-souring sound of gold and iron, he vomited blood and flew back like a kite with a broken string, and spurted blood on a locust tree behind him.

The appearance of the woman also means that the bitter meat plan has been successful. Even if there were a few bumps in the road, Qin Hao had to admire Yan Wolf's judgment ability. With his help, he will definitely be more sure of attacking Ansan City in the future......

Facts have proved that Qin Hao's choice was not wrong. If it weren't for Yan Wolf's desperate efforts to drag Li Yuanba, I'm afraid he would have been killed long ago......

Imprisoned in the spatial nodule, the only thing Qin Hao can do now is wait. Although the price to be paid for waiting will be the life of the wolf......

This time, Qin Hao did not allow himself to make mistakes again. In order to win, no matter how many lives you give!

What does it take to be a king?

Qin Hao had thought about this question countless times, but in the end, Qin Hao couldn't come up with a definite answer. But in the process of thinking, his character is getting closer and closer to a king.

It's not a good thing, it's not a bad thing. Over time, everyone changes. In this change, as long as you maintain a pure heart, no matter how excessive you do, it is worth forgiving, just like a prostitute and robber who was forgiven by Qin Hao......

In mid-air, the mirror shrouded in a spherical shape to cover the figures of Yan Wolf and Li Yuanba, and from the outside world, only the piercing sonic boom and the golden light that burst from time to time can judge the battle situation.

The continuous explosions made Qin Hao feel a little more at ease, so that at least it proved that Yan Wolf was still alive......

The rest of the people on the field were not idle, and Huang Chengxin couldn't help but rush up, wanting to help Qin Hao get out of trouble. But the nameless old man in Mo Wenbiao's caravan suddenly stepped forward and stopped him without saying anything.

Now that the Mo family caravan and Li Yuanba are wearing a pair of pants, Mo Wenbiao understands the truth of cold lips and teeth. No matter how you look at it now, it is Li Yuanba's side that has the upper hand, and he only needs to drag Huang Cang and the others.

As a businessman, Mok Wenbiao carefully analyzed the stakes. In his opinion, it should not be a problem for his side to drag on with the Huang family's father and son for a while, and it can be regarded as a kindness in the snow to be able to express his heartfelt feelings to Li Yuanba at the time.

No matter how you calculate it, this transaction is not a loss, so Mo Wenbiao gave the old man standing next to him a look and motioned for him to make a move.

The sword-wielding old man that Qin Hao had been vigilant about before, his strength was really extraordinary. No matter how violent Huang Chengxin's attack is, a glaive knife can be used freely.

On the other side, Huang Cang was stopped by Mo Wenbiao, the two were equal in strength, and the fight was even more anxious.

As a self-proclaimed genius, Hwang believes he shouldn't do more than that. So he intensified his attack, so that the old man could only parry, and he had no power to fight back.

The sword light flickered, and the little spots of light bloomed in the old man's Pu knife, like a rainstorm pear blossom endlessly, wave after wave. This move is the pear blossom sword technique that is not passed down in the Lishan Sword Sect, and it was awarded to Huang Chengxin by Qin Haochuan, but he never thought that he would be cultivated to such a realm after only half a month.

Although the old man's skills are strong and his knife skills are pure, there is a hidden tendency to return to the basics. But under Huang Chengxin's fierce offensive, the defense soon collapsed, and Yu became a live meat sieve under the raindrop-like swordsmanship.

Seeing the old man die, Mo Wenbiao's face suddenly sank to ashes, and his eyes were full of resentment and jealousy when he looked at Huang Chengxin.

He knew that he couldn't beat the Huang family's father and son, so he ran to the three old men who had been watching the play on Xingtai, and shouted: "Daoyou save me!"

The three old men were dressed in old-fashioned rusty armor, and the smell of rotting corpses and rust was disgusting. And what's even more weird is that the three of them seem to be fixed on the Xingtai with iron nails, and they never move.

Seeing Mo Wenbiao fleeing to the three old men, Huang Cang was so vigilant that he didn't dare to chase after him.

Standing beside the old man, Mo Wenbiao thought that he was safe. He just wanted to say thank you, but he felt a chill on his neck! Before he could be surprised, his vision began to blur, and finally it was pitch black......

The next moment, Mo Wenbiao's neck appeared smooth and faceted, and the shape of the cervical vertebrae and flesh was vaguely distinguished, and finally a round head fell.

Huang Cang's pupils shrank, he swallowed his saliva dryly, and involuntarily retreated a few steps back.

After that, I saw one of the old men laugh dryly, and the fingers of his hands trembled slightly, and several transparent silk threads appeared in the air.

Even under the blue sky and white sun, these lines can only be vaguely seen in outline, killing people invisibly. The silk thread trembled for a while, and finally turned into a point of light like fireflies, and burrowed into the old man's cuff with a loud sound.

"Your Mo family caravan has made so much money under my hands, it's time to recover the oil and water. ”

With a grim statement, the old man bent down to pick up the headless corpse, inserted his thin fingers into his heart, and a majestic air flow flowed down his palm into his body, and the dry palm seemed to be full.

The airflow is the essence of life, which everyone is born with, and the consumption of the essence of life is also the process of a person's gradual decline.

The reason why the monk's life lasts is because he stole the essence of heaven and earth and integrated it into himself. Of course, there are some evil arts that can directly steal people's life essence, such as Li Yuanba's Spirit Gathering Formation, or the three weird old men who rely on corpses to cultivate.