Two figures, one red and one blue, shuttled back and forth in the crowd, and the screams kept ringing out.

The white-robed warrior with the symbol of the scorching sun was torn apart like a rag doll in front of the domineering fist of the Seven Flail Society, Charmilles raised his hand and breathed, the light blue electric light was entangled and transformed into a fluttering dandelion, but under the dream-like beauty was an incomparably cruel death horror, as long as it was slightly touched by the entangled electric light, the fresh flesh and blood became charred black stinky meat.

A flaming ball of fire swept from a distance like a meteor, and in the middle of the flames was a middle-aged man with short hair and a short beard.

Grass Childish Chai Zhou, the current head of the Grass Pheasant family.

"The touch of the evil serpent, the fire of the sun will burn you all."

Cao Zhi Chai Zhou's eyebrows were as thick as Cao Pheasant Jing, raised wildly, his face was straight and hard like steel, his eyes were like a sword, staring at the Seven Flails Society, and the red flames on his body were boiling like a surge.

"Inside the hundred eight style, the big snake pheasant!"

The flames on the grass and firewood boat broke away from his body in an instant, forming a thick cloud of fire that was extremely hot, rushing forward violently, and with such a high temperature, even steel would probably melt in front of him.

But the next moment, Cao Zhi Chai Zhou's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw that the terrifying fire cloud was easily smashed by a bronze fist, and then the residual momentum continued to abate, and it hit him hard in the chest.

"Bang"

The grass spurted blood from his mouth and threw it backwards, but the other majestic body had already broken through the barrier of the fire cloud, bullying his body fiercely, and the huge iron fist frantically hit every vulnerable part of him.

Cao Zhi Chai Zhou fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, there was no complete bone in his body, a fierce and unruly face appeared in the blurred vision, he lowered his body and looked at him a few times with a mockery, and then stepped over him with big feet.

"Did you find it?"

The corpse of the Seven Flails Society had stepped on the grass and firewood boat, and for him, the grass pheasant family without that person was an empty shell.

Charmilles dragged a frightened-looking man gracefully from a distance and threw him on the ground, who looked at the corpses all over the ground and finally broke down in fear and wept bitterly.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me."

The Seven Flails snorted like a wolf, lowered his head, gently put his left hand on the man's shoulder and neck, and asked, "Where is the sword of the grass pheasant?"

The man trembled all over, his eyes kept wandering over the big oppressive hand on the side of his head, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and replied tremblingly: "I... I do not know.. Only the head of the family and the heir of the head of the family are qualified to know where the sword of the grass pheasant is?"

"Oh. ”

The Seven Flail Society nodded suddenly, and then naturally exerted force, "Click", the man's fear condensed on his face, and he tilted his head and died without saying a word.

The Seven Flails pouted and stood up, "You've found a useless piece of waste. ”

Charmilles gave him a blank look, and said angrily, "If you keep that old man's life, we don't need to rely on this waste."

"Okay.." The Seven Flails shrugged.

At this time, all the men of the entire Grass Pheasant family had been killed in battle, some women and children were killed, and the other part escaped to make rations for the zombies, and the Grass Pheasant family was almost destroyed.

The faces of the Seven Flails and Shamilles did not relax in the slightest, but became more cautious.

has not yet obtained the artifact that seals the remnant soul of the great snake, and the grass pheasant Jing is not dead, the most important thing is that the mysterious eyeless man has not appeared since he disappeared at the beginning, which always makes the two of them feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, the faces of the Seven Flails and Charmilles changed drastically, and they looked in one direction almost at the same time.

I saw that the sky on the east side had become fiery red at some point, and it was spreading towards this side with monstrous resentment and anger.

Who is it?!

The two of them are like a great enemy, and the terrifying power that can affect the celestial phenomena like this can even be comparable to the big snake.

Finally, a man appeared at the door, bathed in a raging red flame, like a god born from the flames.

Grass Pheasant Kyo!

The faces of the Seven Flails and Charmilles became solemn, and their eyes became cloudy.

I still ran into it.

Moreover, this man, who has always been known as the "noble son of fire", has now completely lost the nobility and integrity of his usual life, and is full of tyranny and murderous atmosphere, like a terrifying tyrant.

Grass Pheasant Jing's gaze swept over the ruins and corpses everywhere inch by inch, his originally red eyes became more and more bewitching, and Sen Leng's words popped out of his mouth one by one.

"You guys. . . Damn!"

The flame figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, the majestic body of the Seven Flail Society had already flown high and was knocked out by a huge force.

He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and finally stabilized his body, only to see that his hideous face was full of shock, and his right hand was slowly lowered on his chest, and it was an obvious scorched black fist print, slightly concave.

"Ahem.." The Seven Flails coughed up a mouthful of blood and squeezed it out between his teeth, "Damn it!"

Shamilles was shocked by this scene, and suddenly felt a horror in his heart, like a prey targeted by a fierce beast, and the hair on his body exploded.

She didn't hesitate to fly back, but a figure had already appeared behind her faster, a fist wrapped in red flame imprinted on her back mercilessly.

Shamille snorted in pain and threw her out, her physique was weaker than that of the Seven Flails Society, and the blow was enough to seriously injure her.

Two punches!

With just two punches, the two Heavenly Kings of the Great Snake Commander were knocked to the ground vomiting blood, and the current strength of Grass Pheasant Jing was simply desperate.

The furious Grass Pheasant Jing walked towards the Seven Flails Society step by step, and the latter stood up stiffly, looking at Grass Pheasant Jing without giving in.

"Phew!" The Seven Flails Society spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a cruel smile: "Come on, kill me, the Heavenly Divine Clan is immortal, and I will be resurrected again in the next reincarnation... Hahaha.."

The Seven Flails laughed maniacally.

Grass Pheasant Jing's eyes were deeper, obviously red and fierce, but the atmosphere on the field was indescribably cold.

He raised his fist high, which was the starting hand of the grass pheasant stream Guwu's "One Hundred and Fourteen Style, Desolate Biting", and saw that the Seven Flails Society was about to die under this punch.

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded on the field.

"You killed the wrong person. ”

The falling fist stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned, looking in the same direction, the man in the suit stood quietly not far away, still with that nasty smile on his face.

The man walked slowly and whispered, "If you leave one step earlier, the poor girl will not become a man-eating monster, and if you leave one step later, all the grass pheasants will not die."

"Beloved woman, the responsibility of the family... Hehe, it's really hard to choose.."

"But.." The man's words changed, but there was indescribable viciousness and meanness hidden under the calm tone, "No matter what choice you make, there is one party who will live well.."

"Grass Pheasant Kyo .."

The man's words seemed to sound from the bottom of everyone's hearts: "It was your hesitation and weakness that killed everyone, and you should kill yourself the most."