The quaint long sword pierced through the eye socket and stabbed out from the back of the skull,

Before the red blood slipped from the tip of the sword, it was engulfed by the red lotus karmic fire.

The hideous expression on the white-eyed old man's face instantly became stiff and dull,

The sparkle in his eyes faded quickly, as if he had fallen into some kind of confusion.

The red lotus karmic fire is still burning, and it is obviously close at hand, but it doesn't feel any heat.

Even if the host died, the fire could not be reduced, but further deflagrated.

It spreads like a snake along the blade of a sword.

Li Ang let go of the hilt of his sword and casually released a [Fragment Scattering], knocking the body of the white-eyed old man far away.

He landed lightly on the ground by thrust, shaking the black, chic and freehand.

If this Siemens face could be more handsome, it would definitely capture countless hearts.

"Young master! Calm down! ”

Song Wei, who was swollen all over, used his arms to hoop Ram Han's body, and shouted bitterly: "Senior, his sacrifice is to buy you time to escape!"

You can't live up to his hard work for the sake of revenge!! ”

You let me go!

Ram Han's face is pale, and the corners of his eyes are bruised.

The white-eyed old man watched him grow up, and he was both a servant and a teacher to him.

The division commander was murdered in front of his eyes, how could he not be blinded?

But at this moment, his mana is empty, and his subordinates are dead and wounded.

There are unfathomable Siemens Taoists nearby, and there are Wude Weiti riders who silently peep into the distance...

"You let me go!"

Ram Han roared angrily, and his arms stretched out with all his might, trying to break free from Song Ji's restraints.

However, this guy doesn't know what medicine he took wrong, and his brute strength is comparable to that of a demon.

The ram's ribs were almost broken, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Nope! I won't let go,"

Song Yu yelled righteously,

A mycelium had grown under his eyelids, and his whole face was swollen as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee, "If I let go of the young master, you will definitely rush up and fight Siemens Daoist to the death!"

Even if you sacrifice the life of the villain today, you must be protected! ”

I'll die if you don't let go!

The ram was furious, and an elbow hit Song Wei in the waist and abdomen behind him,

Taking advantage of the gap between the latter's slightly loosened arms, he broke free violently,

turned around and slapped a palm on Song Wei's face.

He had put up with Song Ji for a long time, and at this time he shot out angrily,

He actually blasted Song Yue's entire head to pieces, and personally killed the last White Lotus Sect member who followed him.

Pedal, pedal,

Song Wei's headless body took a few steps back, swaying and falling to his knees.

The body is constantly expanding, and endless pale hyphae grow in the pores of the skin all over the body, like a round dandelion.

Ram Han didn't care about Song Ji's body, while running the little mana left to resist the mycelial erosion in his body,

While reaching out to touch his arms,

Prepare to take out the secret treasure with great side effects, activate the treasure, and let yourself escape from this dungeon.

As long as he can escape from here, he can ask his father Guangmu Protector for help, attract thousands of White Lotus elites, and set foot in Luzhou City!

Let Wu Dewei, Xichang, and Siemens people all pay the price!!

Zheng –

A rain of crossbow arrows tore through the air, and several flying swords swept across the ground.

In the distance, Wude Wei Tiqi saw Ram Han take out a piece of crumpled talisman paper, and he didn't care to remind Siemens Daoist,

Hurry up and stop Ram Han before he tears open the rune paper.

The Gu Pu Flying Sword shattered layer after layer of barriers on the White Lotus Young Master's body, and the steel arrows pierced through Ram Han's body, making him vomit a mouthful of scarlet blood violently.

But a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He squeezed the rune paper firmly with the palm of his hand, feeling the crazy devouring desire from the rune paper itself,

resolutely sent all his mana energy and even his future longevity into it,

Little by little, slowly tear the cinnabar rune paper apart....

"Young Master—"

A low and resentful voice suddenly sounded in front of him, and Ram Han only felt that his eyes were dark, and he subconsciously looked up,

I saw a giant dandelion flying in front of me.

Song Ji, who had no head, floated in the air, swollen like a balloon.

From the cross-section of the broken neck, a low, hoarse voice sounded, "Where are you?" Why can't I see you anymore? ”

Ram Han's scalp exploded, ignoring the squeeze of the rune paper on his own Yangshou, and desperately tore open the rune paper.

"Found it...."

The neck of Song Yu's floating body was aimed at the frightened ram Han,

Both hands pinched the wrists of the young master of the White Lotus,

"So you're here..."

Bang!

Song Yu exploded violently,

The flames burst into the sky, and the blast wave directly lifted off several flying swords that swooped in, slamming them against the stone wall, clanging to the ground, and no longer moving.

Li Yushan and Yu Qingqiu in the distance barely opened their eyes that were blinded by the strong light, and looked fixedly,

I saw that Song Ji's original floating position was empty, and the bluestone floor tiles below were missing, leaving a charred black depression pit.

And that ram Han... Only a pair of burnt black calves are still standing in place,

The other parts of the body, I don't know where they are scattered to the underground palace.

The young master of the White Lotus, died.

"Alas,"

Siemens Daoist sighed and shook his head gently, "The deep affection of the master and servant is really touching.

It's a pity that these White Lotus Sect members led the war before the war, surrendered during the war, and invited merit after the war, and there was no internal strife in the war.

Gathering is a piece of, scattering is sparse,

Such a casual group has no enthusiasm, but it is destined to become a big thing. ”