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Red represents blood.

This is the meaning of color in the eyes of the minotaur who is an old farmer.

A group of six Xuan-robed Qi Practitioners did not separate and surround them, but instead hugged them together and looked coldly at the pitch-black minotaur in front of them.

"The Stargazing Pavilion is doing business, and no one has anything to do with it and leave as soon as possible!"

The same words, this time they said them with different meanings.

How is irrelevant person defined?

Is it a "person" who has nothing to do with the conflict in the city at this time, or someone who is not listed as a target by the Stargazing Pavilion?

It's the second one!

The minotaur chuckled.

It's miserable.

Ordinary people will be scared to their legs when they see it.

"What if I don't leave, old cow?"

Two clouds of steam came out of the huge bull's nose, and the minotaur asked a little breathlessly.

"Die!"

As soon as a dead word fell, two of the Qi practitioners rushed forward, holding the two thighs of the minotaur with both hands.

Red light rages.

Exploded!!

Violent aura fluctuations spread from the pitch-black minotaur to the surrounding area.

At this moment, countless monks in Hangzhou City turned their heads to look there.

Firelight, explosions, rising mushroom clouds!

After Wang Meng, the commander of Yanyun who was executing the military order, saw the explosion, he flicked the spear in his hand and threw a chai dog demon stabbed at the head of the gun to the ground.

After staring for three seconds, a military order came out of his mouth.

"U-turn!"

"No!"

"No!"

“......”

Wang Meng was not the only one who chose to go.

At this time, another Yanyun iron cavalry in Hangzhou Prefecture that was carrying out the task of "strangulation" also began to assemble at the location where the explosion occurred.

They all understood the meaning of the explosion.

That's Qianyuan's one-shot bomb!

It is a means used by the innate qi practitioners from the Stargazing Pavilion to die together.

The explosion was incredibly powerful, enough to melt half a meter of concrete into magma in ten seconds, and it was one of the last and most amazing means for Qi practitioners!

But before the explosion, there was no news......

This can only indicate one thing.

When the team encounters an invincible enemy, it is the dead soldiers in the team who use this method to buy time and send a rescue signal to nearby allies.

This is an unspoken rule of doing things in the Stargazing Pavilion.

When encountering invincible people, there are dead soldiers trained since childhood to delay time and protect other qi practitioners who have other knowledge in their minds to evacuate.

Yan Yun Tieqi, who had performed many missions with the Star Pavilion, naturally knew these doorways, so there were two teams rushing to the rescue at this time.

Two hundred iron riders!

The Iron Rider roared.

Three streets away, the flames had already subsided when Wang Meng led his team over.

There was a large pit in the same place, and in the big pit was a pitch-black minotaur with bloody legs.

The remaining four Star Gazing Pavilion Qi Practitioners on the side nodded directly at Wang Meng when they saw him coming, and then turned around and left.

When people die, the mission continues.

The stubborn monsters will be handed over to the dragon spears and spears in the hands of the iron knights.

In the middle of the pit, the pitch-black minotaur grinned.

"His grandmother's, why did he play with self-destruction, these cubs are really fucking pit people!"

That's all he said.

After that, he was blocked by dozens of dragon guns from the shop.

Run!

Run for your life!

Ignoring the pain in his legs, the old cow jumped out of the pit one by one, and then rushed directly into the house on the side regardless of it!

Another round of throwing....

If the Qianyuan Qi Bullet on the body of the Qi Practitioner of the Star Pavilion, it is a group injury, then the special throwing spear thrown by the Yanyun Iron Horse is a pure dragon slaying technique that breaks the face with points.

As soon as he collapsed a private house, the old bull's head was pierced through the gourd by the throwing gun flying from behind him.

Even if he already had a heavy earth aura shield on his body, in front of these qualities of breaking spears, the protective shield was like an eggshell, shattering with just a slight touch......

With a pop, the pitch-black minotaur fell to the ground completely.

Seeing all this, Wang Meng didn't stop, and after waving his hand again, the third throw directly pierced the black minotaur into a sieve!!

It's really a sieve......

At least twenty holes have been sifted out of his body.

Surprisingly, after being attacked like this, this black minotaur is not dead.

He was still staring at Wang Meng and laughing!

"I said, your methods are strong enough, much more ruthless than the self-explosion of the two little cubs in front"

The Minotaur's thick voice resounded in the alley, which made Wang Meng's brow furrow.

Ride out.

Wang Meng did not shy away from staring at the bull's eye of the minotaur in front of him and said, "You shouldn't have been involved."

"Hey, hey, who told Lao Niu that I lost the bet, I have to pay it back after all!"

The minotaur said with a smile.

He didn't seem to feel that he looked miserable at all, but spoke to Wang Meng in a tone that communicated with his friends.

The two obviously don't know each other!

But this old cow somehow looked at the current Wang Meng's eyes......

So it's still in the mood to chat with the "tin can" who turned him into a hedgehog.

He is interested, it does not mean that Wang Meng also has it.

The heavy sword in his hand was unsheathed, and Wang Meng took a deep look at the bull's head.

Hand up.

Sword falls!

A huge bull's head flew up under the heavy sword, and then rolled on the ground and landed under the war horse.

Is it over?

The heavy sword in Wang Meng's hand was raised again, and a ray of white light appeared on the blade of the sword, and he wanted to split the bull head in front of him.

The Yellow Emperor slashed the Chi You and chased the deer, his head and body were separated, and he could still fight.

As a last resort, he had to divide his body and suppress it with the five poles of heaven and earth.

This minotaur is naturally not as good at fighting as Chiyou, but the heels of some cultivators can make people fight without their heads, so they have to guard against it.

The war horse leaps, and the heavy sword falls.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The heavy sword that Wang Meng slashed was actually stopped......

The horse fell to the ground, and the dust fell to the ground.

Wang Meng's hand holding the sword trembled a little, this was shocked by the force of the backshock!

At the same time, the bull's head that had just been cut off by his own hands suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hey, you, the leader of the soldiers, why do you cut off people's heads for no reason?"

As he spoke, the bull head rolled towards his corpse, apparently planning to return to where he was supposed to be.

As soon as the minotaur's words fell, his body was pierced by a long stab from behind him.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The next moment, there was another sound of iron horses rushing in the distance.

It was a tall woman who grabbed it.

Tall and long-handed, although he is covered in armor, he can also see a heroic and sassy taste from it.

At this moment, the woman with the gun pulled her spear from the corpse of the minotaur and walked over to the bull's head on the ground.

Kick it down!

The boots made of steel directly trampled the half-man-tall bull's head an inch into the ground....

After doing this, the woman looked at Wang Meng who was riding on the Lin horse with some disdain.

"I said Wang Meng, it took you so long to even clean up a Yin Ghost Incarnation?"

Wang Meng: "......"

Minotaur: "......"

"You're here too."

The heavy sword in Wang Meng's hand swept down again, this time even though the minotaur was still waving his hands and feet, but in the end, Wang Meng cut off his forearm.

The arm hit the ground with a roar.

An arm, I'm afraid it's not less than a thousand pounds....

"When I received the signal, I naturally came over, otherwise I don't know how long it will take for you to deal with it yourself"

As she spoke, the woman waved her hand at the scarlet horse that was rushing to the side.

Turn over and get on the horse.

Pour it all at once.

Bold and beautiful.

The spear was hung on Lin Ma by her, and the woman surnamed Ye waved her hand to Wang Meng, and then led the team away directly.

Seeing the Duke surnamed Ye leaving, the tenderness in Wang Meng's eyes turned into helplessness.

is also a captain, Ye Yu is twenty-six years old this year, but he Wang Meng is already thirty and four.....

He stretched out his hand and lifted up the head of the bull on the ground.

Wang Meng looked at it twice and couldn't help but scold.

"The real TMD is a fake!"

The bull head had a strange smile on his face, and after being broken by Wang Meng's scream, he turned into yin qi and directly integrated into the ground and disappeared.

Is the bull head fake?

So where is the real bull's head?

On the shore of the West Lake, over Baifu.

Zhao Han leaned on top of Bai Aya, looking at the surging demonic and yin qi around him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but draw a smile.

"Are you coming at me?"

With a whisper, the spear that was half floating in front of Zhao Han let out a low roar.

The spear is green, and the head of the spear is red.

Tweeting, bloodthirsty.

Eager to fight!

The soul of the famous spear is still enshrined in the ancestral hall of Yanyun City, and only the demonic nature hidden in the soul of the spear is attached to Zhao Han's body.

"What a good gun..."

A sigh sounded from the front of the White Mansion.

During the day, the sky is lit with stars.

Star Motion.

Xinghua is like a pillar falling and a square inch of land.

Richly dressed and revealing a bit of elegance, the figure walked out of the starlight.

Confucian looked at the gun soul with a little intoxication in his eyes, and the words just now came from his mouth.

"Emperor Wenchang?" Zhao Han asked.

"It's me," replied Confucius.

"Oh... Then you can die."

As he spoke, the emerald green spear soul turned into a streamer of light, passing through the stunned face of Confucius.

The stars exploded from its body!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Han sighed.

With a wave of his hand, the gun soul spun around and flew back in front of him.

"The gun, it was originally a branch, but there are more monsters killed with it, so it's a little evil."

Reaching out and touching the emerald gun, Zhao Han smiled and asked, "Did you say it?" ”

The tip glows red.

The gun mettle buzzed incessantly.

The next moment, the red light shot out again.

A hundred steps away, Emperor Wenchang, who had just been condensed by starlight, was once again blown up......

Underground, the old farmer who was hiding and preparing to sneak attack was a little embarrassed.

"It's so cruel that I don't even let me say the opening sentence, has this world become like this now?

And what is that robbery?

A little bit of evil? The evil qi above erupted out, which was enough to turn the entire city of Hangzhou into a yin ghost!

、

That's how many kills....."

Under the threat of the demonic gun soul, the old farmer subconsciously shrank himself into the ground again.

He decided to wait a little longer......