When the words fell, he clasped his hands together and pointed the dagger at Lin Xiu's chest, but at this time he found that Lin Xiu's bloodstained face seemed to be smiling, and the swollen eyes were even more contemptuous at him, which made Wo Kuo hate so much that the roots of his teeth hurt, his nose twitched, and he gritted his teeth: "Cheap Xia people, die!" ”

The voice was like thunder, the shouts were surging, and with a full of hatred and disgust, the sharp knife of Wokuo turned into a streamer and flew down, but the fate was so confusing, and the favor of the holy old man of Sumatra was really biased towards the bloodline outside the grassland this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the sharp knife fell with the wind, Lin Xiu actually roared and moved, but when he saw him standing up, the blood splashed everywhere, and Wo Kuo's sharp knife stabbed Lin Xiu's shoulder, at this moment, Wo Kuo seemed to have no disbelief, the madman in front of him actually hit the tip of the knife himself, why did this happen?

But Lin Xiu wouldn't give him any room to think, in Wo Kuo's momentary sleep, Lin Xiu's tiger claws turned into fists and probed his arms straight into Wo Kuo's elbows, and in an instant, Wo Kuo only felt the numbness of his elbows like a flood and quickly expanded his arms, and when he wanted to swing his fist sideways to resist again, he found that his arms had already lost his strength.

In the astonishment, Lin Xiu had already held his last breath and rushed forward, his hands rushed to Wokuo's neck like a snake, and then hit Wokuo's Adam's apple, Wokuo poured his breath and fell directly.

It's just that Lin Xiu didn't stop his body at all, his shoulders expanded, he broke open his arms, ignoring the sharp knife that didn't enter his shoulders, he threw himself back and fell, holding Wo Kuo's clumsy figure in front of him, and his arms that had already been soaked in blood were like chains stuck in the neck of the main Wo Kuo, with the roar of tearing his chest, Wo Kuo turned from strong to weak in an instant, and in the suppression, he was purple-faced by Lin Xiule, his tongue poured out, and he entered the realm of frequent death in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the sudden turn of the situation, the onlookers immediately burst out into a burst of shock, and these people were even more irritable and scolded in a daze, and they immediately drew their knives and rushed forward, but Tuoya Da Aijin roared angrily with a black face: "You guys get out of here!" ”

"Lord Ejin... That scumbag is going to give the master of Wokuo...", these people were drunk in place by Tuoyadaejin.

"Sumata Sage gave Wo Kuo a choice, he could not accept it, lose his honor and bravery, but he accepted it, he had to face death and the path of the heroic soul, you did this to make him an outcast of Sumatra, to tarnish the banner of the wild fox..."

Looking at the increasingly exhausted Wo Kuo, Tuo Ya Da Ai Jin's heart was dripping blood, but the grassland is such a world, even if he is the leader of the wild fox, even if Wo Kuo is his son, he has no right to slander and change the path of the heroic soul created by the Sumatra Saint.

Beside her, Toya looked at everything in front of her, she couldn't believe that the thin Xia Ren who could be blown down by almost a gust of wind could defeat the brave and lion-like Wo Kuo, looking at Wo Kuo's eyes that had turned up, her heart was dripping blood, she wanted to step forward to stop it, but Tuo Ya Da Ai Jin's words were like a ban, stopping the footsteps of every tribe person present.

When Wo Kuo's breath gradually weakened, and the kicking and resistance of his legs subsided more and more, Lin Xiu seemed to feel that Wo Kuo's heart stopped beating, but under those countless pairs of hateful and angry eyes, looking at the thin sheep, mare's milk, and medicine in Tuo Ya Da Jin, looking at the mother who waved at him in a trance, and looking at the virtuous and beautiful Ling'er who wanted to marry home, Lin Xiu's hideous face dissipated, and his locked arms were also relieved, he... Not belonging here, he... Don't want to kill someone in your arms...

Seeing this, Tuoya Da Aijin was stunned, he didn't understand why this Xia man did this? He believed that if it was the opposite, Wokuo would definitely cut off the head of this Xia man.

Loosen up Wo Kuo, when the fresh air rushed into the nasal cavity, Wo Kuo went crazy and turned aside, kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath, on the other hand, Lin Xiu, he swayed and got up from the ground, so weak, so dazed that the barbarians around him did not know why, the corners of his mouth dripped blood, and he walked to Tuoya Da Ai Jin step by step, and the tribal warrior beside Ao Jin immediately stepped forward, drew his knife and shouted: "Kill him, he is crazy, he wants to attack Lord Aejin!" ”

"Stop!"

Tuoya Da Aijin's face was black and terrifying, the reason why he endured his murderous intent was nothing more than the Sumata Holy Faith in his heart suppressing him, facing the Xia people in front of him, as long as he looked at him and made a move, there would be countless scimitars, bows and arrows to tear Lin Xiu's body, but if he did so, his wild fox department would come to an end, and the grassland sky Sumata Saint they believed in would also push them to the abyss of death.

When Lin Xiu came to take a step in front of Tuoyadaejin, his undulating chest became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that every gasp had exhausted his tremendous strength, and after about three breaths, Lin Xiu crossed the Tuoya Daejin who was staring at him, and bent over and reached out to the mare's milk wine, the medicine bag, and the two frightened sheep who couldn't dodge backwards.

But as the eyelids became heavier and heavier, Lin Xiu only felt that the pain in his body was gone, and the burden on his shoulders disappeared, followed by a pop, and the pungent dust covered his eyes, so that Lin Xiu saw that the thin sheep had become bigger, and the big one needed to look up to see it, and when the vision was cloudy and the black curtain hit his head, his restless heart slowly calmed down.

"Crazy, it's a madman!" Deya, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally exhaled, but the wild fox people beside him silently recited in unison: "Wu Li Zahai... He is the Ulliza Sea... The sea of Wuli Zahai actually descended on the Xia people... No wonder he's like a madman..."

As the voice became louder and louder, the people of the tribe who had gathered retreated and dispersed, as if Lin Xiu was a plague god.

In the distance, He Laojiu and the bearded man saw Lin Xiu fall to the ground and wanted to rush over, but several bright scimitars were on the necks of the two, so that they could not move in the slightest.

When Wang Qian saw this, he sighed and got up Lin Xiu approached, this weak-crowned boy who was only twenty years old was able to die and come back to life, such an act was far from the pedantic words he said, and it was also far from his identity as a businessman, which was really incomprehensible.

Wang Qian just wanted to lean over and hold Lin Xiu up, the relieved Wo Kuo had already come to Wang Qian surrounded by Wu Tutu, Mu Tiedan and other subordinates, seeing this, Wang Qian frowned, but before he could speak, Tuo Ya had already rushed up, she struggled to push away Wo Kuo, and roared loudly: "Enough, what do you want?" Ulizhahai, you know who he is, you know what it represents, if you do it again? Sumata will definitely bring disaster to us..."

Wo Kuo's mouth moved for a moment, and then he suppressed his breath and said: "One day, I will recover today's debt from him, the warrior of the wild fox, the heroic soul path of Sumatra Saint belongs to my Wokuo, not this lowly Xia race!" ”