What's going on? This old thing is a pulse master?

Empress Zhao Yongcang retreated, and she was too palpitated by the impact of the old man before, so that now he didn't dare to ignore the old man's every move. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And now under his gaze, the old man's momentum suddenly changed, and a violent aura surged, and a layer of blood-red mist shrouded his body was like a killing god.

Before, the old man had a heroic spirit of fighting on the battlefield, and it was the kind of spirit that sacrificed himself for the country to protect the loyalty of his relatives.

And now, the old man's eyes were eroded into blood red by the blood mist, and his silver armor also transformed into pitch black, and a murderous aura raged, as if people could see the god of war on the battlefield, holding a blood-dripping long sword walking towards him step by step.

The giant dragon on the old man's chest also seemed to have absorbed enough blood, and crawled out of the silver armor with teeth and claws, and its blood-red body flew back and forth around the old man and roared, as if expressing the old man's anger.

More than a dozen pulse masters behind him had also stood in front of the old man, and the old man's outburst of murderous aura scraped back and forth on his face like a knife, stabbing his skin with pain. The smell of blood kept penetrating their nostrils, and even their spirits seemed to be polluted by the violent breath.

"Sorcery!"

These two words come to the minds of all the Pulse Masters, and every evil magician who possesses evil arts is the object of the Pulse Master's Sect's great resistance, and legend has it that they kill people without blinking, which is terrifying!

I didn't think there was a sorcerer in this small village!

The old man moved, raised the flag with both hands and waved it fiercely, and a torrent of blood turned into a surging wave in the air and was pushed out, and the blood dragon coiled around his body also flew out at the same time, looming in the wave of qi and blood, like a dragon rushing into the water, and the dragon soared all over the world!

Zhao Yong, who was standing at the front, bore the brunt, and the waves of the sea of blood swept under his nose, giving him the feeling that it covered the sky and the sun, and there was no way to escape.

He attacked the old village chief violently just now, and at this time there was not much yang energy left in his body, and now he desperately squeezed out the yang qi and pushed out the pulse ring to resist, but the pulse ring was ruthlessly wiped out by the qi and blood as soon as it rose, and the blood dragon roared and raised its head, and then drilled into Zhao Yong's chest.

When the blood dragon came out, Zhao Yong seemed to have been fatally injured and was dying.

The blood dragon roared again and aimed at the pulse master behind it, and the old man raised the banner again and waved it fiercely, the sharp knife dragon head on the banner seemed to be about to come to life, and at the same time, the blood dragon seemed to resonate and roared again!

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the villagers of Shanxi Village were even more dumbfounded, no one could have imagined that the old village chief, who was usually kind and kind-eyed, always bent down and worked hard in the field, would burst out with such an amazing murderous aura in the face of foreign enemies.

"Since ancient times, all the village chiefs of Shanxi villages have only used this trick, and they will definitely die after this trick is exhausted!" The old man said sadly, tears rolling down his eyes.

The old man's body had begun to be overwhelmed, and every time he waved the flag, his face would turn a little pale, and the old man's trembling knees finally knelt down when the flag was waved for the fifth time.

But he stood up forcibly, and he turned his head to look at his village, where the flowers were so enchanting, and the seedlings were so vigorous, that the villagers who needed him to protect them were standing at the entrance of the village and watching him.

You can't fall, it's not the time to fall!

The old man clenched the banner and watched the enemy in front of him wave the banner again, the bright red banner, dancing desolately, as if every drop of blood on it was dyed by the old village chief.

All the guards of this life are proved today, this is my village, this is my villagers, and none of you can move!

Six of the pulse masters in front of him had already fallen, and as long as they tried to escape, they would become the first target of the blood dragon's attack, so the remaining ten people formed a battle formation and stacked the pulse rings together to compete with the blood dragon.

The blood dragon slammed back and forth, each collision causing a huge ripple on the superimposed rings of veins.

The old man couldn't hold on for long, he was already old and lacking in qi and blood, so much so that he needed Zhao Yong's attack to accumulate blood qi to trigger the blood dragon, and now he was seriously injured in his body, and the power of the blood dragon was also reduced a lot, and he couldn't break through the battle formation composed of ten pulse masters.

The old man's eyes were extremely determined, and he was ready to gather all his qi and blood to launch this final blow.

Suddenly!

A big hand came from under him and grabbed his feet suddenly, Zhao Yong stood up with a cruel smile, and punched the old man's body into a dent.

The old man looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, then staggered back four or five steps, all the momentum vanished, and the blood dragon flew in mid-air and suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"I have treasured this Guiyuan Dan for many years, I didn't expect to use it today, old man, I Zhao Yong have never seen such a hard bone as you in my life, but unfortunately we still have to ask for this Shanxi village, now please die!"

Zhao Yong stepped forward with a sly smile, grabbed the old man's shoulder, and aimed his fist at the old man's head.

"Don't!!"

Chu Fan screamed and rushed down from the mountain, even his expression was distorted when he saw this scene, he ran too fast and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, and even crawled down the mountain with a rolling belt.

Hearing Chu Fan's shout, the corners of the old man's mouth seemed to curl: "Chu Fan, grandpa is gone......"

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to see that snowy night again

As the snow obscured his view, he passed by the entrance of the village with a lantern, but heard the faint cry of a baby.

The infant child was covered with a rag, and the old man looked up, except for the dark mountains as mighty as giants in the snowy night, there was a haze everywhere, and there was no trace of people.

The child grew up slowly, sensible and obedient, and the people in the village liked it very much, as if this Shanxi village originally belonged to him, or he originally belonged to Shanxi Village.

He had a gifted ability to learn, and what everyone taught him, he learned quickly, and babies became children, grew into teenagers, and watched the little guy in his arms become a great hunter who was afraid of anything.

"Are you...... Wish...... You have to be strong... Strong ......"

Zhao Yong did not hesitate at all, and smashed down with a punch, and the red blood splashed all over the banner.

"No !!"

It was as if a knife was plunged straight into Chu Fan's chest, and he stood at the foot of the mountain in a daze, tears pouring out like a burst.

"Why? Why are you pushing me?! ”

Chu Fan slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of beast-like eyes, and his handsome face was as hideous as a devil at this time.

A spiritual chain appeared at some point, swaying frantically behind him.