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A quarter of an hour later, Yao Daojue, Feng Feisha and Yan Guiren, who far surpassed Zhang Qimin and others, rushed to the scene of the robbery of the night motorcycle market first. After arriving here, they really saw that Mr. Sick Mei, who was not very strong in the first place, was majestically chasing and killing hundreds of many martial artists above the Fourth Heaven of the Condensing Truth Realm at this moment.

"Mr. Sick Mei, why did you kill us?" A warrior who could not escape, seeing that Mr. Mei was approaching in an instant, he couldn't help but ask loudly angrily.

Bang!

Mr. Sick Mei didn't pay attention to this person's questioning at all, and directly slapped this person with a palm, and then said to himself: "The reason is very simple, because the order that was carried out this time is actually the real messenger of the Emperor of Calamity himself. Although he was talking to himself, Mr. Sick Mei was so loud that almost everyone present could hear it clearly. As soon as Mr. Sick Mei spoke, the faces of everyone on the scene changed dramatically, and they obviously thought of some kind of terrible result.

"Everyone scattered and ran for their lives."

Later, I don't know who suddenly shouted loudly, waking up the panicked people, and he was also speeding away at the same time.

Wow......

The next moment, hundreds of warriors at the scene were like fireworks bursting on the ground, instantly spreading rapidly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of people completely rushed into the dense forest.

"Can you escape?"

Seeing that everyone suddenly scattered and fled like a goddess, Mr. Sick Mei's body flickered, and he instantly turned into dozens of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he blew the nearest dozens of martial artists to death. It's just that his expression seems to want to kill him, but his behavior is quite suspicious, obviously showing a posture of never letting go of a person, but in fact, he is just frantically slaughtering the warriors in the vicinity, and does not chase and kill those warriors who have completely disappeared.

"Drink ......"

Suddenly, just as Mr. Sick Mei was frantically slaughtering the nearby warriors, he suddenly heard a loud shout not far away, and immediately saw a transparent gun shadow that was several zhang long and one foot thick, and at a glance, it was like a substance.

"Huh?"

Mr. Sick Mei, who was about to slap a certain martial artist to death, was shocked, and felt a strong sense of crisis, so he didn't want to think about it, so he turned the palm of the martial artist who was about to slap to death in front of him and turned to the direction where the crisis came from behind him.

Rumble!

There was a bang, and the moment the gun shadow exploded, Mr. Sick Mei also retreated a few feet, and he couldn't get off guard, and it was difficult to exhaust the huge power brought by the gun shadow.

"What a strong force!" While stabilizing his body, Mr. Sick Mei was also secretly shocked by the strength of the person who made the move just now. You must know that although he just had a casual palm in his hand just now, this palm could directly explode an ordinary Condensing Truth Realm peak martial artist.

"The wind is wet, the road is cold, who drinks with you, who dares to stand in the way? The swallow halberd is not returned. ”

Mr. Sick Mei's words of admiration fell, but suddenly he saw a figure flashing in the distance, and a tall and handsome gunman walked up. The man dragged the floor with a spear, and as he strode forward, he bassed the chord. The sparks generated by the tip of the spear slashing the ground, the long hair on the back of the head and the big red cloak that flew with the wind hunting, like a scorching red flame with black in the middle of it suddenly blooming.

As soon as the talent appeared, everyone present immediately rushed to a fearless and fearless courage, overwhelming everyone, including Mr. Sick Mei, unconsciously raised a thought of not wanting to face this person.

"Yan Guiren?" Mr. Sick Mei's eyes narrowed, he was surprised and puzzled, he didn't go to Yangui first, and he actually came here. Of course, Yan Guiren would not be so painful that he went to a place like the wilderness to find an opportunity to do chivalry, but when he rushed to the scene with Yao Daojue and Feng Feisha, he saw that Mr. Sick Mei couldn't help but look at the crazy slaughter of his own people, and couldn't help but interrupt Mr. Sick Mei's actions.

"Shafei is ruthless in the world, and the wind sends dark cháo waves."

And just when Mr. Sick Mei was thinking about whether to do something with Yan Guiren, he saw a figure flashing in front of him, and a heroic woman with broken hair walked out.

As soon as this woman appeared, the scene suddenly rose with strong winds, and Mr. Sick Mei and many other warriors who had not had time to escape were in a trance for no reason, and a boundless desert of fine sand flying involuntarily floated in their minds.

"Wind and sand?" Mr. Sick Mei's eyes narrowed again, almost together, revealing only a tiny slit, behind which occasionally flashed an evil light that did not match his physiognomy and temperament.

Trample!

Immediately afterwards, before Mr. Mei's face receded, another person appeared in the forest. However, the momentum of this person's appearance is far inferior to Yan Guiren and Feng Feisha, and his strength is also far inferior to these two. But for some reason, the moment Mr. Sick Mei saw this person, a trace of indescribable horror suddenly rose. It was as if he had suddenly lost all his disguise in front of this person, and he was directly seen through any secrets by this person at a glance.

"Who is this person?" Mr. Sick Mei's heart was shocked, and he never thought that he would have such a strong feeling of jealousy for a person whose cultivation was not enough to condense the true realm.

It stands to reason that with the strength that Mr. Sick Mei showed at this time, if he wanted to kill the third person who appeared in the forest, he would only need to blow it up with a palm in the air. But the moment Mr. Sick Mei saw this person, he couldn't help but set his eyes on Yao Daojue's dantian position. Although he couldn't see the specific situation in this person's dantian, he could feel that there was definitely something terrible in this person's dantian.

Of course, although this thing is very terrifying, it cannot cause a life-and-death crisis to Mr. Mei, and it is even difficult to seriously injure him. But even so, Mr. Sick Mei was still extremely jealous of the terrifying thing that existed in the dantian of the third person who appeared. Because once this person detonates the hidden things in his dantian, although it is difficult to severely damage Mr. Sick Mei, it can make Mr. Sick Mei expose some things that he would never want to expose.

In addition, although the realm of Yan Guiren is not high, his strength is really terrifying, as well as the terrifying momentum that ordinary people are afraid of even if they are born with fear. To be honest, Mr. Mei is quite troubled by Yan Guiren's illness, and there is even the possibility of capsizing in the ditch. At this time, coupled with Feng Feisha, whose strength is also not bad, and another mysterious person who is pitiful with low strength, but hides a terrible weapon, Mr. Sick Mei suddenly retreated.

As soon as such an idea arose, Mr. Sick Mei immediately showed his body and left decisively. Anyway, his goal has been accomplished, and it is nothing to leave at this time, and the exercise cheats he just intercepted in the Night Motorcycle Market, although there is no shortage of top-level goods, he only feels a little pity, and he is not very distressed.