Fourteen punches 'cough'.

Iron Dog Lao Qi's blood accelerated, his body spasmed, his vitality was out of control, and he coughed directly to death in this state that was worse than mortals!

"The terrifying "Miscellaneous Diseases", the even more terrifying Bei Hongyu!' Looking at the tragic scene of the blood converging into a depression in the mountain stone nest and the iron dog Lao Qi who curled up like a shrimp, Yan San's eyebrows jumped twice, and he was glad that he had not touched Bei Hongyu's different worldview from ordinary people.

Compared to the dismemberment of Yan San's side and the bloody hell of Bei Hongyu, Murong Qingyi's battle can only be described as poetic. Yan San's most reassuring thing is Murong Qingyi, after all, she is currently the first in the world, and she has a great teacher, she herself is also angry, stepped into the rivers and lakes early, and put on the skin of a bloody guard. The Bloody Guards never lacked combat, nor did they lack experience in the rivers and lakes, so Murong Qingyi had no risk in dealing with this group of pups.

The Yuan Weapon Knife Chain Murong Qingyi's hand came to life, and with a shake at first, the knife chain broke in two, and several cold stars flew out and pierced into the throats of several dog cubs holding crossbows. Then Murong Qingyi held a half-cut knife chain and blocked a big knife that slashed at his head. The soft object of the knife chain formed by the assembly and hook instantly turned into a straight and straight hard object, and a spark appeared at the place where the big knife and the knife chain came into contact.

The knife chain seemed to be overwhelmed, and it disintegrated again halfway through, and one of the small knives spun and flew straight into the eyebrows of the big man wielding the knife...... Immediately after, only a small half of the knife chain in Murong Qingyi's clothes turned into a long sword, which was straight into the chest and abdomen of a monk next to him. The small sharp blade pierced through, and the front knife detached and flew out again, shooting blood into the head of a monk behind it......

Murong Qingyi didn't look at it, he pulled out the knife chain and flew out of his hand, the small half of the knife chain exploded in the air, and four bloody cold stars flew out in four directions, and four monks were pierced into the vital point by the sudden knife, and they fell down.

The rest of the monks were startled at first, and then looked at Murong Qingyi, who had 'lost' his weapon, and was overjoyed, and rushed forward with a roar. But obviously this is a wrong choice, Murong Qingyi raised his hand to a long sword, the sword-wielding monk looked at Murong Qingyi's snow-white fingers and smiled, the next second was the picture of a beautiful woman holding a bowl, and the knife inserted in the body of a monk next to it flew in, and it fell in Murong Qingyi's slender jade hand, and there was a soft sound, just to block the long sword. The other hand was sent forward, and another knife flew out, falling into Murong Qingyi's weak hand, and deep into the monk's chest......

The knife in Murong Qingyi's hand flew with him, seemingly without weapons, but there were weapons everywhere, with the knife flying, shooting from a distance and stabbing at close range, like a butterfly dancing in the crowd, careless but thrilling, and soon all the monks fell under this strange dance posture. The Dao Dao knife flew out again, and it rang in mid-air, and soon formed a long knife chain, which slowly drilled into Murong Qingyi's palm, and disappeared.

The hunting of dragon spiders is at the level of birds and beasts, no, birds and beasts are not as good as the level. After confirming that Bei Hongyu was safe, Yan San let the Ice Dragon Spider play freely. The former King of the Five Poisons soon showed what hunting is.

The dragon spider's eight claws are also cold and paralyzing poisonous, and the slender eight claws give it an amazing bounce. One by one, the monks who wanted to flee for their lives were pounced on by the dragon spiders, with eight claws as sharp as spears

As soon as the child was pricked, the prey suddenly fell to the ground paralyzed. Then the dragon spider claw grabbed the immobile prey and quickly crawled into the darkness.

Not far away, the Ice Dragon-Patterned Spider sprayed a large web, and the prey of these prey were picked up by the Dragon-patterned Spider one after another. In the process, a large amount of venom is injected into the prey, which is a paralyzing corrosive poison that is 100 times stronger than the digestive juice of ordinary spiders. The nature of the spider is still there, and the Ice Dragon Spider is still a lover of 'liquid food'. The venom will quickly turn all the organs, flesh, and even bones of the prey into a thick pool of juice for the Ice Dragoned Spider to eat......

As the hunt ends, the Ice Dragon-Striped Spider begins to feast on its feast: its mouthparts bite through the skin of its prey, and the nutritious and energetic juice inside is sucked into its belly, and the prey is finally left with a soft skin, crumpled and hanging from the web...... The process is indescribable, far more evil than the killing itself.

Iron Dog swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he climbed high and looked into the distance, looking like a heroic and lonely place with a high place and unbearable cold, at this time, seeing the killing of Yan San and his party, he only felt the cold from the bottom of his heart. Glancing at the old knife below, who was still silent, Iron Dog felt better.

"If the person is gone, you can pull it again, as long as the old knife is there, I am not dead, even if I lose all the people, the iron dog is still there!"

When the five outlaws of the Black Tiger Squad arrived, the old knife moved: one hand on the wine bowl, the other on the long scimitar, and then, still in a daze. His world was silent, far beyond the wailing abyss.

'Old dog, get out of the way, don't get in the way of grandpa's fortune!' shouted one of the Black Tiger's outlaws. tasted the sweetness in the snake nest, and the 'black tiger masters' who had their own ghosts embarked on the most primitive killing road. Most of what they grab belongs to themselves, and working hard for themselves is always the most positive, not to mention that they have no way out.

The rest of the Iron Dog monks hid on this hill-like rock, and Iron Dog shook his head covertly, stopping them from rushing up and killing the five provocateurs, who had already lost half of their manpower, and saved as much as they could, and let them see what kind of character Old Knife really was, and why he should obey him.

The old knife did not move at all, firmly blocking in front of the stone mountain where the iron dog was, his eyes were stupid, staring at the unknown distance in a cloudy manner.

'Grass...... You can't hear you talking, can you, Grandpa cut you!' The outlaw of the black tiger shouted, made a secret gesture behind his back, and immediately raised the big axe in his hand, and slashed down at the old knife head mountain.

The eyes of the four people behind him were sharp, and the killing moves were frequent. The old knife blocked the pass alone, and seemed to be a wasted person, but since he was listed in the Iron Dog Group of Eight, he must have a skill, even if this kind of person is pretending, it is reassuring to die, so the five did not hesitate, and reached a tacit understanding in an instant, besieging and killing.

In the case of being able to besiege, heads-up is a brainless act.

Before the axe arrived, the strong wind blew the gray hair of the old knife, adding a bit of misery and helplessness. But this is not the end, behind the big axe monk, the two monks hold their swords and do not fire, just waiting for the old knife to parry or dodge, and immediately hand out the sword of desperation.

Two venomous snakes flew close to the ground, their dark green bodies barely discernible under the cover of the three monks in front of them. This is the 'flying snake cone' of the snake five, named cone, which is actually a living poisonous snake, and if you bite an iron dog, it will all become a dead dog.

At the back was the third bloody hand, charging silently with a sword, but most of his mind was on guarding against other enemies. rushed in this way and only killed a few small miscellaneous fish, and none of the masters of the iron dog were seen, which made the bloody third man feel faintly uneasy. He showed that he was rough and arrogant, but he had always been a wise man in the bloody hands, and now even if he was forced to be classified as a black tiger, this cautious character has not changed.

This caution allowed him to brush shoulders with death. The Grim Reaper is not someone else flying from the shadows, but an old knife with cloudy eyes!

A touch of knife light is lit up, giving people a feeling that is not strong, gentle and beautiful, but not gorgeous, not shining, like a pool of quiet water that has been blown away, the water waves are light, bright and pure.

The big axe monk flew over the head of the old knife, but did not regain his momentum, and slashed the axe on the ground, and did not move. His head flew straight eight meters with this pounce and hit the mountain wall, with a grim smile on his face when he was dying. The flash of the knife had slashed through the head of the Monk Axe before the axe could reach his body, and all that flew was the corpse.

The long sword in the hands of the two sword-wielding monks bounced up like poisonous snakes, and the old knife that stabbed out the knife sharply, the timing was just right, and the old knife should be old at this time, and the vitality was not in time to circulate.

However, this knife was not finished, as if the ripples touched the reef, and suddenly turned into finer waves and rebounded. The light of the knife rippled again, no one saw the knife, only felt that a pool of autumn water was bright and gratifying.

The two swords crossed, but they lost their direction, and the two monks who flew out were interspersed left and right, and they staggered three inches in front of the old knife...... Then, falling down, the human head flew farther than the blade.

A touch of knife light, three human heads. The two 'flying snake cones' turned into four, the small snake body was still twisting, and the snake's head opened and closed blankly, revealing sharp fangs.

In the half-human sheath of the scimitar of the old knife, it seemed that only half of it had been drawn just now, and the blade was smooth, like a wave of autumn water. Blood splattered from the necks of the three headless corpses, making a gurgling sound. The old knife picked up the wine bowl and drank the bowl of turbid wine.

Snake Five and Bloody Hand Lao San stopped abruptly, their faces full of horror. The five of them combined to send out four attacks, Dao Dao wanted human lives, and it was a head-to-head confrontation, so it was impossible to fake it, even if it was replaced by the regeneration of the bloody hand and the resurrection of the snake son, Iron Dog would definitely not be spared if he sat here in person. But one to kill three soldiers, plus two poisonous snakes, so understatement...... This is by no means the power that Iron Dog should have!

This kind of power, even if it is in the top ten of the Dark Tiger, no one dares to take its edge. This old knife should never be a dog under Iron Dog!

Snake Five took half a step back, holding the cone in both hands, and a coiled big snake appeared with a strong blood element behind him. A monstrous bloody hand appeared behind the third bloody hand, making a gesture to shoot, but he didn't shoot. At the moment of life and death, both of them involuntarily ran their vitality with all their strength, showing a vision.

Lao Dao drank a bowl of turbid wine, his cloudy eyes became clear, and he shouted: 'Good wine!', lifted the wine jar and poured another bowl, but did not drink, his hand touched the scimitar, his eyes looked at the bloody hand and the snake five, and said: 'Borrow your head and make another bowl!'

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