Hurry!!

Everyone forgets everything, eager to impact, eager to block!

"Let's go, hurry up and !!"

After feeling that it was almost there, the two swords curled up, ready to jump onto the tree and flee quickly.

But at this moment, a scream came.

Immediately after, there was a figure with flames.

"Can you go?!!

The person who came was none other than the Assassin Squad's Burn!

At first glance, it looks like a mad she-wolf.

After the burst of fire, the enchanting body leaped in mid-air.

It's like butterflies dancing, and it's more like goshawks whirling.

The hands wrapped in flames tore through the space, bringing out bursts of piercing wind.

Listen closely, it's like a ghost from hell crying.

Attack at an extremely tricky angle, and the curtain is dunked forward.

Burst!

As soon as one of them jumped with his knife, his body stiffened.

Stand still, unable to move.

The pupils shrank suddenly, then dilated.

Then, his gaze slowly drooped.

With an incredible look in his eyes, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the blood-colored claws that poked out of his chest.

Burn's right hand sank into the back of his heart and poked out of his chest.

Because it was too ruthless and too fast, it was completely pierced.

And the flame on the palm of the hand is still scorching and burning.

"Gollum!"

The sticky blood couldn't be stopped, and it gushed down his throat.

It overflows the mouth, and the mouth is heavy with skin, dripping down.

Fighting wants to struggle, wants to resist.

But the claws on his chest are like vampires in the Western world, constantly swallowing his blood.

As the heart ruptures, the breath in the body becomes weaker and weaker.

"Well done!!"

Anger followed the killing, and the small steel fork in his hand roared and smashed.

With a majestic arc, he flew out directly in the air.

It's not very fancy, but it's exceptionally sharp and fierce.

Sou!!

Click!!

The unusually sharp small steel fork slammed into the back of the knife's neck, and the terrifying power raged and vented.

Break bones and tear flesh and skin.

In the blink of an eye, its neck is completely shattered.

And the head on top is thrown high.

With unwillingness and doubts, there is a poignant blood line in mid-air.

After landing, it rolled a long distance in a row.

His heart shattered, his head separated, and he died completely.

"!!"

The other knife was grief-stricken and burst into foul language.

He had just managed to jump onto a large tree and climb up like crazy.

The Twelve Swords have always worked together, lived together, killed the enemy together, and fought together.

No matter how big the storm, how much tribulation, how big the battle, the two survived together.

Only this time, one after another, they died tragically.

I thought that in the end, the two of them were left and could hold on together until the victory of the battle.

I didn't think about it, but in the end I still left!

"You can stay too!!"

Zero flipped over at this time and flew into the air.

Spun rapidly in mid-air, shooting downward.

The fist rolls, bringing out the Death Fist Shadow.

Poof!

Zero is a rapid drop from top to bottom, so the effect of the fist is terrible as it passes along the way.

The fist swept through his forehead, scraping his eyes and nose, leaving hideous scars on the sword's face.

Nosebleeds gushed out, and the whole face was a blur of flesh and blood, which was extremely terrifying.

"Damn!"

Resisting the pain, the sword did not stop in the slightest except for the trembling of the body.

Still running forward like crazy, before leaving, he glanced at the corpse of another sword-headed man on the ground.

This howl is very poignant, like a cuckoo crying blood, tragic and sad!

"Give Me !! Death"

He had just rushed out of the two parts, and the number one rushed over.

Without the slightest hesitation, the big knife in his hand broke through the air.

As soon as the flower in front of him, he drew a terrifying knife and slashed and slashed.

The war knife didn't have time to dodge at all, and he could only watch as the big knife got closer and closer in his sight.

In the end, his eyes were full of shock, and before his mouth could roar, the big knife fell heavily on his neck.

Burst!

The blades raged, and blood splattered.

The big knife directly cut off his neck and separated his head.

In the spray of blood, the head was also thrown out.

It happened to fall to the place where the head of the other sword landed before, and the two heads accidentally touched each other in the tumbling.

The sword's lips twitched, and he grinned at the last moment, as if he was pleased with the final ending.

Even if he died, it was worth it to die with his brother to everything.

Then the gaze of the head that had lost its supply gradually drifted, and the breath gradually disappeared.

That night, the Cancer Squad had made great achievements, and Liu Xiangnan's twelve battle knives were finally ...... All killed!!

"Ah!!h

In the middle of the dense forest, Maria, who had fled, raised her head and wailed in desolation.

Unconsciously, my eyes were a little moist.

She happened to see the tragic death of two war knives, and there was a deep unwillingness in her heart.

It was all so sudden tonight that she couldn't accept it until now.

"Su Xiaosan!! Wipe my neck clean and wait, I have to take revenge!! ”

Like a wounded female leopard, Maria roared as she ran desperately.

Invisible sound waves were transmitted rapidly, and the sound shook the entire forest.

The several silver masters who escaped smoothly were also unwilling, and they were not dissatisfied and sad.

But the rear pursuers continued, and all they could do now was to flee for their lives, run with all their strength, and dare not stop at all.

"Maria, can you escape!!"

Jiang Nan snorted coldly and ran at full speed, and the distance between him and Maria in front of him kept narrowing.

"Abominable !!"

Maria cursed in her heart.

Only now did she realize that she had underestimated the damage caused by He Zhao's punch just now.

He Zhao's punch caused a lot of wounds in her back, and she bled profusely in this desperate escape.

The blood is constantly lost, and the body naturally becomes weak.

If you don't have the strength, you can't run.

No more!

I can't run!

Maria feels like she's reaching her limit!

Damn it!

Am I going to die here today?

The eyelids became increasingly unable to open, and the vision in front of them began to blur.

As for the steps under his feet, he stumbled directly.

Maria felt as if her body was carrying a heavy sandbag, and every time she lifted, it was so laborious.

Not to mention moving your feet, it's very painful.

Bang!!

Her heart was full of unwillingness, which prompted her not to fall.

But the body is getting weaker and weaker, and the consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, and it is no longer controllable.

His feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

The stones on the ground rubbed against the wound on his back, and a large amount of sand and dirt entered it.

Blood mixed with those things, and the pain was indescribable.

It was like a needle that pricked her fragile sleeping nerves.

All patience ends here, and all collapses in this moment.

The world in front of me is no longer bright, and it is completely plunged into darkness.