"Yuan Meng will help me, I will give you the spirit seal or everything afterwards, and give you the Tianyin Cold Iron and a system-level demon core that I have always wanted." Ren Xiangwen shouted.

"There is no basis for what you say, Brother Ren, your little sister is very clear." Yuan Meng said with a smile.

Seeing Fang Xing and the others in front of him, Ren Xiangwen could only grit his teeth and shout: "Don't know what's wrong, do you really think they will let you go?" Can you survive to the end without me? Or do you think you can work with any of them? After killing me, you'll be next. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xing's fist had arrived, and he hurriedly dodged, but the tailor tore a big hole from his back, and blood gushed like a spring.

Originally, Yuan Meng was still a little hesitant, but after seeing Fang Xing and the tailor's combat strength, she immediately put Ren Xiangwen's suggestion behind.

Didn't you see that Ren Xiangwen was seriously injured just in front of him, under this kind of combat power, even if the two join forces, it is also a share of food delivery, and if they don't join forces to withdraw from the competition, maybe it is possible to save their lives.

She and Ren Xiangwen have just been promoted to the rank of commander, and they are orthodox magical warriors.

Not to mention, if you don't count the transcendents of the earth before the mutation, the two of them can be regarded as standing at the top of the food chain, achieving a command-level magic warrior in just four months, and they can be said to be the most cutting-edge human beings on the earth.

but

It's a pity,

In the eyes of ordinary people, the earth's mutation is an earth-shattering event, but in the eyes of the transcendental, it is just pushing the power in the shadows to the light, which is a good thing, meaning that they don't have to hide in the darkness forever.

The gap between Ren Xiangwen and Fang Xing was too great, and the battle only lasted 30 seconds, and with Ren Xiangwen's last scream, his aura gradually disappeared.

"Big, big brother, I'm just a passerby, I will definitely not participate in the next thing, you can be transparent to me." Looking at the two eyes that came at the same time, Yuan Meng said in horror.

Fang Xing withdrew his gaze and put it back on the tailor, even if he had just made a move on Ren Xiangwen, he was always on guard against the secret hand from the tailor.

Just now, the two of them were fighting fiercely for the spirit seal, and after being interrupted, the smell of gunpowder not only did not fade, but became more and more intense.

The spirit seal was still lying quietly on the ground, no one was going to pick it up, and no matter who picked it up at this moment, it was the enemy of Fang Xing and the tailor.

The two of them didn't pick it up, they were both holding each other back.

However, compared with the atmosphere just now, Fang Xing smelled something wrong.

The tailor completely turned into an appearance of exchanging injuries for injuries, and rushed up to him with a burst of mad dog-like slashing, forcing Fang Xing to immediately turn his attention to him.

In only half a burnt incense time, Fang Xing was like falling into a pool of blood and just coming out, like a bloody man.

Fang Xingdu is like this, the tailor is naturally not much better, the tailor is good at assassination, and it is not the duty of the assassin to fight with people.

But now he does!

Very deliberately,

Fang Xing could feel it.

He looked like a bloody man, but these were minor injuries, and the tailor didn't look bloody, but he was seriously wounded.

Fight for serious injuries just to put more blood on him, why?

.........

Ren Xiangwen's corpse gradually turned pale, and the blood stains gathered together and slowly moved towards the spirit seal.

Fang Xing, who was dragged by the tailor, didn't notice this scene,

When the blood mass touched the spirit seal, it was immediately absorbed by the spirit seal, and the token at the bottom turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the front was still the same.

The blood mass was completely absorbed by the spirit seal, and the other side of the spirit seal was only less than half dyed red.

"It's not enough!" The priest, who was seriously injured leaning against the tree, muttered.

His eyes narrowed, looking at Yuan Meng, who had retreated to his side, a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes.

The blood shed by the two in battle, plus Yuan Meng's blood, should be enough!

The pastor thought truthfully.