"Seeking, begging......"

In the rain, the handsome blond man shuddered, begging for mercy and wanting to live, but before he could finish his words with standard pronunciation, the blade of the sword slashed his neck.

Blood spilled in the rain and flowed into the river along the stagnant water.

Begging for mercy, useless.

Surrender, fear, are useless, and you should be prepared to die in the planning stage of the invasion.

Ancient warriors will not leave trouble, if they invade successfully, they will not let go of any ancient warrior, mercy, look at whom, enemy, mercy is superfluous, false, stupid, they are the cunning wolves, let them go will not be grateful, they will only be bitten off a piece of meat by the wolf.

"Click!" With another soft sound, Wu Feng caught up with his prey and swung his knife to cut off the neck of a strong man from behind.

Like all ancient warriors, kill, never be merciful.

Soft-handed, not responsible for their own lives, these people are afraid of the white tiger, but they are not afraid of the young warriors, as long as they have the opportunity, they will drag a cushion on their backs, and even, some are crazy like angry beasts, trying to counterattack, delusional to live.

Alive, everyone wants to live, but if they are alive and happy, more people will die, Wu Feng is extremely glad at the moment, he is still alive, if the Holy Martial Guardian comes late, then he may have been lying on the ground at this moment.

The strength of the Blood Child Realm is by no means the tail of a crane among these young martial artists, but it is at the cannon fodder level in this cruel battlefield......

Not to the innate level, the personal strength is insignificant on this battlefield, not to mention the Blood Child Realm, even if it is the acquired realm, it will be smashed by the wave set off by the enemy at any time.

Twisting his eyes, looking at the old man who was already standing with his hands in his hands, the white tiger, standing in the rain at this moment as unshakable as a mountain peak, power, Wu Feng finally saw what absolute power is, the enemy, in front of this holy martial guardian seems to be just a number.

yearning, yearning to become such a warrior, at every turn, let the enemy's conspiracy, resistance, and life turn into vain.

Looking around the riverside square, there were very few enemies, the rain had been stained red with blood, and there was no telling how many corpses were lying on the ground.

The breathing, choking blood was disgusting and suffocating, and those who were not strong in heart had closed their eyes, not daring to look at the Shura battlefield full of minced flesh, because this scene would be reflected in their minds and become a lingering shadow in their hearts.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream sounded, but it looked powerless under the thunder, and the last enemy was surrounded and killed by three or four warriors.

"Whew!"

The crisis was lifted, and exhaustion swept through his body, Wu Feng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, supported his body with a knife, and stood, scanning the Shura battlefield. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can never imagine the horror of the battlefield......

Victory.

The warriors did not cheer, today, some have lost their senior brother who has always taken care of them, some will never see their beloved junior sister, some have lost a competitive opponent, and even a great revenge that can never be avenged.

Sad, painful, but also proud, they did not disgrace the teacher, did not disgrace the family, did not humiliate the blood of the body.

Yes, this Saint Warrior Guardian can prove it.

At this moment, the white tiger does not have that powerful coercion, the cloudy eyes, there is no sharpness, some are just relieved, he seems to be a kind old man who watches the younger generation become mature, at this moment, no one can connect him with the white tiger, the god of killing, pouring heavy rain, never wetting him, fighting, and even making his hair messy......

There was pride in the White Tiger's eyes, and he saw hope in this group of young martial artists.

The Golden Generation.

If you use one word to describe it, White Tiger can only use the golden generation to describe these young warriors, although their strength is still very weak at the moment, but White Tiger believes that they can defeat this last world.

Not only did the White Tiger believe, but the Western Qisu, who walked behind the White Tiger, also believed that this group of warriors would definitely be able to show the most dazzling light in this last days.

Tenacity, tenacity, bloodiness, courage and faith, these are not possessed by every generation of warriors, and these tired and injured young warriors let them see these precious qualities, and the Western Seven Houses have reason to believe that in a few years, this group of young people will become the strongest generation in five hundred years!

Hours? Not more than ten years?

Yes, the catastrophe of the end times is unprecedented, and the Holy Land has also prepared the most and best treasures in history, not to mention the others, the Tianwu Grand Canon, Tai'a Zhanlu Juque, and the Demon Emperor's Blood Seal are all one of the treasures this time.

Tianwu can't say much, Tai'a, Zhanlu, Juque and other peerless gods don't talk much, the blood seal of the Demon Emperor, originally the treasure of the Demon Sect, according to legend, the Demon Sect has been in charge, when the resignation or death is approaching, the whole body internal force into the Demon Emperor's blood seal, if someone can digest the internal force, let alone a Xuantian martial artist, but unfortunately, the descendants of the Demon Sect are not angry, and kill each other in order to seize the blood seal of the Demon Emperor, and the Demon Emperor is angry, and the Demon Emperor's blood seal is sent to the Holy Land......

It can be said that every thing prepared in the Holy Martial Land this time can make the martial arts boil and make the martial artists crazy.

With these treasures, even ordinary people can quickly grow into powerhouses.

Under the heavy treasure, fighting is inevitable, but with this bloody battle, White Tiger believes that these young warriors will not do too much.

The white tiger swept away these young warriors bathed in the rain, opened his mouth, and coughed dryly twice, "cough cough ......" twice, although the sound was not loud, but it was like thunder into the ears of every warrior.

In fact, the White Tiger doesn't need to be like this, the attention of most of the martial artists is already on him, the guardian of the Holy Martial Arts, but they are all Shenlong who sees the head and the tail, not to mention the warriors of the small sect, even if they are from a famous family, they will never see the guardian once in their lives, not to mention, this White Tiger led the Western Seven Houses to change the situation of the war.

"My old man doesn't talk much nonsense, two points, one, you bravely resist the enemy, the old man has no long things, no thanks, can only be said to be complete, in vain is straight, depression is surplus, we are new, less is gained, more is confused." The white tiger swept away the young martial artist, regardless of whether the martial artist remembered the comprehension or not, and opened his mouth to continue: "Second, the Holy Martial Land will officially open in three days!" ”

Three days later, the warriors were relieved before they digested the key points, at this moment, no one was in a good state, and it was very good to have three days to prepare for the battle.

The white tiger glanced at the young warrior, turned around, toes a little to the ground, and his body jumped high like a roc, without waiting for the warrior to react, the white tiger's thin figure had disappeared in front of everyone's eyes......

"Let's go......"

Some warriors began to gather the corpses of their comrades, while others left in a hurry, and after three days, the danger was no less than today's battle.

However, when the warriors left one after another, more than 20 people remained in this bloody square, letting the raindrops fall and remained motionless......