A fire burned this short comedy of immortals into a tragedy.

With a light blow from the real dragon, the mountains were flattened, and no one had the idea of "taming the dragon" anymore, and no one would have the delusion of "slaying the dragon".

According to the original plan, Hui Huan and Yang Ya took advantage of the chaos to touch the real dragon, and at this time, the flames were everywhere, the mountain fell to the ground, and the dust and smoke were all over the sky, which was the best cover as expected.

Huihuan was immediately in the smoke, finding a target.

[Name: Marel]

【Level: Red Immortal】

【Sect: Tianluomen】

[Magic Weapon: Hammer, Grade Divine Weapon]

[Overall Evaluation: Level 10]

[Remarks: Prince Immortal]

This is a person he knows back to Huan, and like Zhao Huanmeng, who has died, he is also a prince and immortal, from the country of Xiangman.

The princes and immortals of the eight countries in Zhennan regularly have "immortal gatherings" held by various countries in turn, so they basically know each other since they were children.

It is precisely because Huihuan knows this person that he is designated as the "killing indicator" of this Shen.

Because he knew that this man named Marel was damned.

Should have died sooner.

Marel, known as the "Skinning Prince", as his name suggests, likes to peel off the skin of the living, make clothes, and put them back on the body of the undead, during which the craftsman must be fast, otherwise he will end up like the one who has been skinned.

It is rumored that the people who have been skinned by him are as small as passers-by, as big as the prince, and even have three of his own concubines.

Such a brutal person, Hui Huan has long wanted to get rid of him, and he has never had a chance or the certainty of victory, but now in [Futu], he has a justifiable reason.

Pick up the sword and go into the fog.

Noisy, chaotic, noisy.

Ten thousand voices rang out in unison.

Huihuan has already come out of the sword.

The sword that is practiced in the world is a silent sword.

Without even thinking about it, according to Mariel's three directions, it was fifteen swords.

Five birds, five directions, five elements.

Of course, Marel didn't expect that in this chaos, someone would ambush him, and he couldn't dodge, and he was hit by nine swords in fifteen swords.

But Marel was already rough and thick-skinned, like a hill, and wearing heavy armor, and when he was hit by nine swords, it seemed that there was no big problem, but he hammered down with a hammer in the direction where the sword came.

Mariel's hammer, called the Hammer, can absorb all the water around it even if it misses.

Including human blood.

In the past, Huihuan might have been sucked and his vitality was greatly damaged, but now he just flashed lightly and perfectly dodged this hammer.

After being promoted to Red Immortal, Huihuan competed with others for the first time, and only then did he understand what the master had always said, such a thing as cultivating immortals, and the first level was a new world. 33

If this is the case, if he had faced this Marel in the past, I am afraid that even if there is [thousands of gold] here, he will have to fall into a bitter battle.

But he now sees Mariel's flaws in almost two moves.

The Titanic is not comparable.

Hui Huan leaped lightly, leaping over Mariel's head, flipping his heel in the air, the tip of his sword like a windmill slashing around his head.

The sound is like the wind.

A sword sliced through his chain helmet.

It's like a dream.

A sword pierced the back of his head.

Never sound in your dreams.

Marel let out a low roar, the sledgehammer came out of his hand, and he fell to the ground on his back.

When the Shen of Huihuan returns, the killing index, is completed.

Yang Ya's side encountered a small episode.

Yang Ya was in the fog, sniffing with his nose, and he sniffed an excellent murder target.

A man who has been seriously injured and has lost his mobility, a red immortal.

But when he touched him, he was stunned.

He saw a pitiful, beautiful face.

[Name: Qu Farewell]

【Level: Red Immortal】

【Zongmen: Qubetsu Mountain】

[Magic weapon: no heart loves the qin, grade divine soldier; Purple air clouds, extraordinary grade]

[Overall Evaluation: Grade 12]

It was the delicate girl who came out first, stepped on the purple clouds, stroked the guqin, and corresponded to the real dragon drum.

How could it be her?

Yang Ya hesitated slightly, only to think that it might be because this girl was one of the closest people to the real dragon, the real dragon was in flames, and it was these people who bore the brunt of the impact, so although this girl was of a higher grade than herself, she had been hit hard by the real dragon, fell to the ground and was crushed by a falling rock on one leg, and now the blood is not stopping, she can't move, and she is dying, so he smelled it.

Yang Ya lifted the eleven dragon horse whip in his hand, and as soon as the fangs were exposed, he was about to whip down, and she was killed.

"Ah...... Thank you, little brother, help me get out of the way......"

The girl spoke weakly.

Yang Ya suddenly became weak.

He actually put down the dragon whip in his hand and turned his head to push the big stone away.

The girl frowned slightly, oops, and shouted that it hurts.

This sentence hurts, but it seems to be shouted in Yang Ya's heart, and Yang Ya feels a twitch in his heart.

It really hurts.

Yang Ya is very strange, what is going on?

He looked at the girl's face again, and his heart twitched again.

Damn, did I fall for this woman's evil art?

In a panic, Yang Ya hurriedly took out a vial from his arms, poured out a pill, and was about to swallow it in one gulp, when he heard the girl say again, I have a good healing medicine here, please ask this little brother to help me take it and feed me.

Only then did Yang Ya realize that the girl was swept away by the real dragon, and her meridian bones were broken, and she couldn't even lift her hand.

This is really a great target, and with just one breath, you can kill her and advance to the next round.

Yang Ya kept meditating in his heart, walked over, killed her, killed her, killed her, killed her, killed her......

But the man walked over and saw the girl smiling lightly at him, but the ghost made the god forget everything, and from the girl's arms, he touched a pill bottle.

In the thick smoke, visible to the naked eye, the girl's face was red.

The girl also saw that this half-human, half-demon curly-haired young man's face was also red.

Yang Ya asked, "How many do you want to take?" ”

The girl nodded lightly: "One is enough." ”

Yang Ya wanted to throw the pill far into the girl's mouth, but when he saw the girl's eyes looking at him with wet eyes, he suddenly remembered a fawn he had seen in the wild.

The fawn looked at him the same way, but then he turned and fled, leaving it in the hands of the hunter.

Yang Ya stepped forward, holding the girl's head with one hand and holding the pill with the other, waiting for her to speak.

The girl's face, like a beautiful dream-like landscape, came into his eyes.

The eyes are like a spring lake, the tip of the nose is like a green hill, and the pair of red lips are like a half-ripe cherry tree at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Ya clenched his back molars, closed his eyes, and put the pill into the girl's mouth.

The girl returned him with a shy and grateful smile.

He whispered again, "Thank you." ”

Yang Ya gently lowered the girl's head, and her fingers gently escaped from the soft and delicate hair, and she couldn't help but tremble a few times.

"This little brother, where are you going?"

The girl asked behind her, in an intimate and concerned tone.

Yang Ya wrinkled all the movable skin on his body, and replied in the gentlest tone of his life.

"Kill someone, I'll come when I go."

Some people died, but not completely......