The bandits, tables, chairs, and cutlery fragments in the restaurant were wrapped in tornadoes, hovering from the ground to the ceiling, left and right. No sound could come out of www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion, and Cotton Jack could still see the faces, silently twisted, and he could see the tornado slowly turning red.

Cool air rushed up from Cotton Jack's heels and into the back of his head. For the first time, he felt that the color of blood was so terrifying, and in front of him was Purgatory, and Asra was the Demon King of Purgatory.

Xia He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, still spraying it on the magic robe.

The blood was absorbed into the magic robe, and the left half of his body exuded a fishy aura, and the blood-refined robe had a demonic glow, making it impossible to look at it directly.

The battle qi sent into the abdomen by the battle master was like a high-speed rotating reaper, Xia He endured the pain, and the six-life talisman struggled to turn, absorbing the battle qi into the core of the six-life talisman, and it was consumed little by little. Only then did the effect of the rejuvenation technique become obvious, and Xia He's pale face became a little red.

Xia He stepped into the backyard and came to the headless corpse, reaching out to put the corpse into the Dragon and Tiger Dao Urn.

A flat metal box fell down, only the size of a book, Xia He's hand was quick, and he took the metal box into his hand with true qi and held it in his arms. This is what the Battle Master got from the innkeeper, and he can't get space equipment, so it must be something special.

I was almost killed, so I deserve to collect some interest, right?

Dozens of red-armored bandits walked out of the hotel, and in the fierce wind, Xia He pointed at his fingertips, and the power of the elements gathered at his fingertips, and then released it. In the midst of the storm, hundreds of electric chains fell. Cotton Jack had just come to his senses when his eyes were tingled by the lightning.

"Call your guys, we have to go. ”

Cotton Jack shuddered for a moment, his hands trembled a little, he took a whistle out of his bosom, stuffed it in his lips, and blew three times with all his might, two long and one short.

Dark Thorns, Fangs of the Earth, Hell of Fire!

In the midst of the heavy rain, the fire spread, and the trees in the courtyard burned, and the whole courtyard turned white with steam. Xia He casually replenished three quartz wind blades, and the quartz wind blades more than one meter long swept away, and in the white steam, there was a painful wail of bandits.

"Wait for me, and I'll come when I go. Xia He said, turning around and walking through the lobby of the restaurant to the other side of the street. The spear thrown by the battle master pierced a large hole more than half a meter in diameter in the wall across the street, and Xia He followed the cave to find the spear that almost killed him.

An epic weapon with its own skills can finally make up for your losses. In order to escape the fatal blow, he used any door scroll.

Cottonjack found the two sailors, and in the middle of the lobby he saw a young magician approaching him in the street. Half of Asla's body was blood-red, and the rain was running down the magic robes, bright and dazzling.

The wild mage was in deep awe, and when he saw Xia He beckoning, he silently led the sailor into the heavier and heavier rain.

"Lead the way, go to the place where you stay. Xia He's words were concise and to the point, his injuries were not healed, and most of his true qi was consumed. The loss of this true qi is basically due to the punch of the battle master, and he forcibly pressed the injury with his true qi. On the contrary, there are not many true qi that releases magic loss, except for the lightning ice pick and the mage's wrath, the rest of the magic consumption is ordinary.

Xia He followed behind the pirate, thinking about the gains and losses of the battle as he walked.

The weakness of the lightning icicle is too obvious, that is, it is not easy to lock. Especially when facing enemies of a higher level than yourself, this magic lacks a prefix that makes enemies make mistakes. If it's only for chasing down wounded enemies, it's better to use Elemental Fire Bolt or Quartz Wind Blade.

However, the advantages of the lightning icicle cannot be replaced, the attack speed exceeds that of any spell outside the light system, and the lethality is huge, which directly makes the battle master waste a resurrection technique.

Originally, his ability to fight hand-to-hand was not bad, but his physical body was degraded severely, so he had no choice but to take a punch from the combat master and was directly knocked out of half his life. If he is still a first-order Taoist, he can smash the battle master into a meatloaf with a single blow of the Shouyuan Hammer.

Cotton Jack walked into an alley, the water under his feet was knee-high, and the courtyard walls on both sides were so high that the alley became a river.

He climbed the steps to a door, and reached out to unlock the lock.

Xia He followed Cotton Jack into the courtyard, and the two sailors closed the door behind and bolted it inside. There is also stagnant water in the courtyard, but the ground is high, and a whirlpool with a diameter of more than one meter is formed at the base of the wall, which drains outward. The courtyard is not too big, more than four meters long and wide, and a tree stands alone in the courtyard.

"Asla, how are your injuries?" asked Cotton Jack eagerly before he could enter the house.

"Minor injuries, out of the way. ”

Cotton Jack asked the sailor to be busy, and he took Xia He to the bedroom: "You rest first, and call me if you have something." ”

Xia He nodded, and Cotton Jack put the four magic books on the table and bowed his head and exited the room. The young wild mage was a little afraid to look at Xia He's eyes, Xia He had just killed too much, and he didn't hide the killing intent in the depths of his soul, which made him very uncomfortable. The magician's soul is very keen, and what Xia He exposed at that time was a realm that he had not yet touched.

Xia He also knew that something was wrong with him, and between life and death, he could no longer be as stable as a mountain.

Hey, after all, the main body of the soul is in the Taiyin Mirror, and now the part projected in the sea of souls is relatively weak, if it weren't for this means, there would be no way to hide it from the Dragon and Tiger Dao Palace.

Not everyone can join the Dao Palace, if you want to become a war Taoist priest of the Dao Palace, although you don't need to find out the three generations of ancestors, you can at least see if there is any problem with your soul. Dao Gong himself has fought externally, and he has seen too many strange creatures in the world, how could he not be careful.

Less than five minutes after Xia He's four people left, a magician with more than seventy red-armored pirates came to the scene where Xia He had fought. There were no living people in the restaurant, and Xia He killed all the diners while killing the pirates. Cotton Jack didn't realize that Xia He was taking the initiative to kill them, and he didn't plan to let these people go.

The magician has long silver hair, skin like white paper, hooked nose, extremely deep eye sockets, and facial features like stick figures drawn on white paper.

Now the magician was in the mood to vomit, and the restaurant was covered with flesh and blood, mixed with sawdust and porcelain.

If he were an ordinary person, he was a magician with meticulous mental power, and he could easily distinguish which ones were intestines, which were eyes, brains, nails, and tongues......

The nausea quickly turned to anger, and he realized that the scene in front of him made him feel weak.

You must not be weak, because in this world, the law of the jungle eats the strong!

He looked up into the backyard, where the second battlefield was. The fire has been extinguished, and all that remains of the burning tree is a blackened trunk that glows with heat. In the stagnant water on the ground, there were corpses floating like charcoals, all cut to pieces by magic, and it was unknown whether they were burned to death or chopped up first.

The mage clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Where is the beloved disciple of the Spear King, where is the little God of War!"

His spiritual power had swept through the upper and lower floors of the hotel and restaurant, and there was not a single person alive. After Xia He cleaned up the scene, all the people here hurried to escape.

In Cape Storm, such weather also means that there is an elemental disorder, and it is even more difficult to catch the mage who causes the killing. There are not even footprints left on the ground, and the best hounds cannot smell any residual breath.

"Your Excellency, you should come and have a look. ”

A pirate whispered behind him, and the magician turned his head and looked across the street, only to see a shocking hole in the wall across the street. His spiritual power spread, and he quickly drew a line. The starting point of the hole was in the courtyard of the hotel.

Is it dead?

This thought came to mind, and the mage became even more angry. If the Gun King's favorite disciple dies, and the Gun King's wants is gone, he will also be implicated.

"Look for me, if you can't find it......" The magician's teeth rattled, what is the use of the queen cultivating this garbage! Hundreds of level 10 professionals have all been killed, and the enemy is like killing chickens. The potion of forcibly upgrading the level is not cheap, what does the queen have in mind?

The red-armored pirates tremble, and none of them survived if the magicians were angry.

The mage came out into the street, stood at the base of the wall, and looked at the hole pierced by the epic spear, and his heart was shocked. This shot is not easy for him to dodge, the little god of war is desperate. Desperately failed to kill the other party, who is the enemy?

The rain poured down from the sky, and the red-armored pirates searched in the rain, miserable. The rain was pushed away by an invisible barrier around the mage's body, and there was not a drop of water on the mage's body. The sky was dark and terrifying, the thunder was endless, and all the traces left by the elements were destroyed in this thunder.

"My lord!" a red-armored pirate knelt on the ground, holding an object in both hands.

The mage turned back sharply and saw a human head with angry eyes, held in the pirate's hand. It was none other than Kubrick, the little god of war who was given the name to the most beloved disciple of the Gun King, the queen herself.

Burst!

In a fit of rage, the mage stabbed an ice pick, and the pirate holding the head was stabbed through the mouth by the ice pick, piercing the back of his head and dying on the ground.

"Rubbish!"

The pirates were silent, but the mage did not let out any more anger, he reached out and grabbed his head, and walked towards the sea.

He couldn't solve this matter alone, and he had to leave it to the teacher. If you go and face the king of guns yourself, who knows what will happen.

The pirates looked at each other, and the mages had no new orders, so they could only stumble and follow. Heavy rain washed the streets, and in the empty restaurants, there were no ones to clean up the broken corpses.

The rain is getting heavier.