"The Mother of Destruction is trapped and cannot appear. And on that man was a doppelganger of the Mother of Destruction. Xia Fan thought about it for a while and understood the reason.

He couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity in his heart to see who this one was carrying the identity of the Mother of Destruction.

The bearded man and the others frantically fled for their lives, getting closer and closer to Xia Fan's location.

Xia Fan thought about it, jumped over, and disappeared into the woods.

After a while, the bearded man took the lead in running over, holding a multi-barreled heavy machine gun in his hand, carrying it on his shoulder, half-kneeling on the bluestone where Xia Fan was sitting just now, and yelling in his mouth: "Third child, come over with the old money, I'll cover!"

DadadaDaDa~~

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, and the powerful tongues of fire spit out from the multi-barreled heavy machine gun instantly devoured everything and fired towards the trees opposite.

Under his cover, a lanky mercenary ran wildly with the wounded on his back, while behind him, the other three mercenaries were also firing with all their firepower, shooting wildly into the void.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, one of the mercenaries who was shooting let out a muffled grunt, and a splash of blood splattered from his head, and he fell limply to the ground.

"Stubborn donkey!" Seeing the mercenary fall to the ground, the bearded man's eyes were split, and he roared wildly and held the multi-barreled heavy machine gun in his arms, and rushed forward like pulling the trigger, "Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

The other two mercenaries were equally furious, holding their guns and leaning side by side with the bearded man, firing in three directions.

In fact, they couldn't judge which direction the enemy was in at all, and basically they shot aimlessly, and the strong sense of fear made them dare not stop.

"Poof!" There was another muffled sound, and one of the team members on the left side of the beard fell again, his head pierced by some sharp weapon, and blood gushing.

One after another, the mercenaries fell, but they didn't even see the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, only the bearded man was left standing alone, and the bullets in the multi-barreled heavy machine gun were exhausted, and he could no longer fire half a bullet. He suddenly threw away his firearm, half-knelt on the ground, and looked at the life and death brothers in front of him looking up to the sky and roaring, his voice full of despair and unwillingness.

"Hmph, stupid Orientals, actually trying to use hot weapons to deal with the powerhouses of the Heavenly and Human Realm, it is really hopelessly stupid. A white man who spoke non-standard Mandarin slowly walked out of the dark forest, holding a French heavy sword with beads of blood rolling down the triangular sword bar.

"I'll fight with you!"

The bearded man was furious, pulled out a waist knife and was about to jump up and fight him, but soon he was kicked in the waist and flew two or three meters away.

The gap between the two is too big and too big to be made up by hard work.

"Hand over that key," said the white man, looking at the bearded man with a smile and a condescending look, "you're going to die anyway, and even if you open that tomb, you won't get the endless riches in the tomb." ”

"Franço, you want to explore the tombs, hire us as guides, and make the way for you. As a result, you have betrayed your word and secretly murdered behind our backs, and I will not let you go. The bearded man gritted his teeth and hated it terribly.

"I don't know what treachery is...... The information about that tomb must not be revealed, blame, you know too much. ”

The white man François approached the bearded man step by step, and then suddenly with a flick of his heavy sword, he easily pierced the bearded man's head.

Six mercenaries, all of whom were killed by him.

He was so happy that he leaned over to touch his bearded pocket, and sure enough, he found a special metal sign in the shape of a hexagonal shape in his jacket pocket. In the center of the sign, there is a circle of camellia-like patterns, which is probably what he calls the "key". And just as he took out the metal brand, there was a "snap", and his arm seemed to be whipped hard by an electric whip, and with a shudder, the metal brand came out of his hand.

He exclaimed, and just wanted to catch up, when he heard a faint voice say, "What tomb key is so precious, it is worth exchanging six lives for it." ”

Then, in his uncertain eyes, Xia Fan slowly walked out of the woods, playing with the metal sign casually.

Although this metal brand is only the size of a palm, it is heavy and very weighty, almost ten catties or so, and I don't know what material is used.

"Director Xia Fan?" When François saw Xia Fan, he exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost, and unconsciously took half a step back.

Xia Fan didn't expect him to react so much, so he pointed to his nose: "You know me?"

François was also stunned, and then looked at Xia Fan suspiciously: "Five years ago, weren't you dead?

"What five years ago?" Xia Fan's eyes flashed.

"Five years ago, you were possessed by a parasite, and although Wu Tian tried his best to cover it up and refused to admit it, the news still leaked out. In the past five years, you have not shown up, and everyone thinks you are dead, and hell, you are still alive. Franço said with some incoherence.

Xia Fan's face changed, five years, he actually fell asleep in the cave for five years. In the past five years, the world has changed dramatically.

He suppressed his excitement and said expressionlessly: "Since you know me, you should also be a member of the Global Council?

"Director Xia Fan, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs. Hand over the keys, and for the sake of you not knowing anything, I can consider sparing your life. That Françoult had a tough attitude, and no longer dwelled on how Xia Fan "came back to life", staring at the metal brand in Xia Fan's hand, Sen Ran said.

"Spare me my life? I'm afraid you're not qualified to say that. Xia Fan sneered, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

He hid in the dense forest just now, and witnessed the tragic death of the six bearded people under this person's sword, and he didn't make a move, because the bearded group of people was careless about people's lives, and they didn't know how many people's blood was on their hands in Sunset Town, and they were all slaughtered at this time, so as not to let them harm people again, he was naturally happy to see it.

However, this does not mean that he has a crush on this François.

"In the words of you Orientals, it is to toast and not eat and drink. Director Xia Fan, you will pay for what you say. ”

That Françoult suddenly shook his wrist, and with a "snort", he was about to stab at Xia Fan. But before his heavy sword pierced Xia Fan's chest, he suddenly felt a tightness in his right wrist, and a "black line" was suddenly wrapped around his arm, and then, black "silk threads" appeared on his left and right wrists and legs at the same time.

"Wow!", François was pulled tightly by the "black line", his limbs hung in the air open, and his wrists were almost strangled.

"What the hell is this?" said Françoò, frightened.

Those "black lines" are naturally Xia Fan's doppelgangers, which were planted when François didn't pay attention, and with Xia Fan's mind, they wrapped the other party in the tree.

"You have this thing on you, too. I'll pull it out and show you!"

Xia Fan grinned, made a lightning shot, and with a "poof", instantly pierced Franço's lower abdomen, grabbing a large cloud of black metal liquid from his lower abdomen.