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Those black-clad warriors were not easy to mess with, and the three of them flashed out, and a majestic and deep palm wind and two cold lightning like rainbows outside the sky flew out of the silence with a roar, applause was stirring, and the blade of the sword broke through the air, containing the sound of wind and thunder! That fierce and ferocious arrogance was even more invisibly revealed.

With a loud "boom", a large area of grass sprouts and broken branches was enclosed in the mud underground, intertwined into a net that people couldn't open their eyes. Linghu Jue's chest tightened, and he took two steps back, he knew that he had encountered a tough opponent today. While the loud noise was still ringing in his ears, another slender figure had already slipped through the cracks. Several pieces of paper-thin and sharp scales have flown out with a "ho", straight to Ling Hujue's throat, chest, and three key points in the dantian, Ling Hu Jue did not make a sound, his wrist trembled sharply, and he pointed to ten thousand stars through the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, those few scales had flown up.

How could the other three black-clad warriors miss the opportunity, silently, hiding their faces and advancing, the thousands of stars of the long sword, the vertical and horizontal flying of the bayonet spear, and the fantasy dance of the palms, all became a focal point, and together they hit Ling Hujue. At this time, Linghu Jue happened to be the old power had been exhausted, and the new power had not yet been born.

The pressure became extremely heavy in an instant, making the fox grit his teeth, and the white shirt floated again, but it was no longer enough to avoid the combined attack of these three high-level warriors, a berserker. In the middle of a thousand moments, Lieyan was furious, under the brilliant red light in the sky, Lieyan's front hooves bent slightly, and his hind hooves kicked sharply, with the power of this bend and a bullet, several tongues of fire rushed out from his limbs, intertwined into an overwhelming fire net, and flew towards the four black warriors in a vertical and horizontal spiral.

"What?" The middle-aged man who had been attacked just now had a slightly gray face, and his figure stopped and retreated suddenly, and together with the other three figures, it was like a pile of exploding stones, flying back in a hurry.

The cold mang, the middle-aged man stared at Ling Hujue, waved his hand violently, and said to the bushido who was fighting with Xiusi and the others, "Stop." ”

Several figures like eagles with broken wings bounced away after the middle-aged man's order, and together with the original three samurai, a concave fan stood behind the middle-aged man, drops of blood dripped down, and the sound of wheezing was clearly audible, it seemed that the battle with Xiusi and the others was not necessarily easy.

Taking advantage of the rare quiet, Hughes, Milan, and Ciro all surrounded Ling Hujue, and although everyone's faces showed the fatigue and excitement after the fierce battle, they were overflowing with more than they could hide their joy. "Boss. Boss, are you finally back?" Hughes trembled, his eyes were thick mist, really, if he wasn't surrounded by strong enemies now, he would definitely hug Linghu and cry bitterly.

Sweeping over each excited face one by one with a moving eye, Ling Hu Jue showed his snow-white teeth and smiled, and his voice contained infinite cordiality and sincerity, "Yes, I'm back." Just this short sentence, but it has already summed up how many complex emotions Ling Hu Jue has. A real man should be like him, not uncomfortable because of loss, but only satisfied with what he has.

Linghu Jue knew that now was not the time to greet him, so he turned his face sideways and looked at the middle-aged man with the same deep and cold eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he said softly to Xius, "Xius, how are you and Xiluo's injuries?"

Xius had seven knife cuts on his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood, although he looked terrible, he was still a skin wound, but it was Ciro, in addition to a sword in his chest and ribs, he was slapped heavily in the back, and the injuries were much more severe than those of Xius.

Just as Xius was about to answer, the middle-aged man had already taken two steps forward, looked at Ling Hu Jue and said slowly, "You are Ling Hu Jue, your life is so good, you can still come out even if you enter the psychedelic forest." ”

Ling Hu Jue was still so cold, indifferent, and expressionless, "Yes, I am Ling Hu Jue, it seems that you are all Yu Wenji's subordinates." ”

Xius looked at one of the warriors with a knife viciously, yes, it was this cold-faced guy who left seven knife marks on his body, swallowed and foamed, and said fiercely, "Boss, what kind of beast warriors are they in the bullshit temple, a total of ten people came this time, and the other two and two magicians chased Mans and Sisi to the front." ”

"What?" Ling Fox Jue's heart shook wildly, although he didn't have any doubts about Sisi's ability, but he knew that Mansi was definitely not the opponent of the two divine beast warriors, Ling Fox Jue Jian frowned slightly, and subconsciously moved his mouth towards the fierce flame standing on the right side, and pointed directly to the place where the magic sound came from just now.

The flame was really psychic, the huge head nodded, and with a long hiss, the figure was like a red lightning, and it was only a tenth of the time that people blinked. Several divine beast warriors tried to stop them, but they saw a flash of red light in front of them, and the flame had jumped to a place ten meters away, and swept away like a whirlwind in the direction of the magic flicker.

Smiling coldly, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care about Lie Yan's departure, in fact, he had a calculation in his heart, from Lie Yan's appearance just now, and Ling Hu Jue's skills, he really couldn't be sure that he could win the game, but now it was different, without Lie Yan, he was sure to put down Ling Hu Jue and the others in front of him before the battle on the other side was over. He pursed his lower lip and said coldly, "Linghu Jue, my name is Demeter, you remember." Linghu Jue was a little dazed, of course he didn't know that as the leader of the Divine Beast Warrior, Demeter had a rule, when he was about to end a life, he would always say his name, even if it was a cat.

Immediately after, Demeter slowly pulled out a strangely shaped and narrow long sword on his back, and with a slight force, the sword body trembled, and the cold glow was like water, overflowing and flashing. Seeing this, the four of them also stood side by side, bowing their bodies and raising their breath, their faces were cold, although they were different in height, the momentum was natural, and there was an indescribable sudden might!

Demeter stared at Ling Hu Jue viciously, quietly raised his sword, and in the silent gaze, he suddenly moved, and his figure disappeared suddenly, but in fact, it was a sharp turn, and the long sword shook ten thousand points of coldness, like lightning and stone fire, and the endless Chao Ling Hu Jue swept away.

Demeter's sword shadow slashed the horn of attack, and the seven figures advanced by leaps and bounds like Feihong, a few sharp cold winds broke through the air, and a few cold sword qi void swings, and its incomparable attack made the fox and the other four people.

Ling Hu Jue and the others did not flinch, the sword shadow, the sword qi, and the palm wind, like the scorching sun and ten thousand shots, and like the falling and flickering of the Tianhe star, the air condensed and squeezed each other, and there was a thrilling roar, under the fragmentation of the strength, the four figures separated so quickly, and they closed so quickly, and the clear impact sound sounded like the collision of tangible things.

One move -- ten moves ―――――――― fifty moves―――――― when the sound of the weapons still left a trembling tail, both sides poured out their strength, so the degree was produced, and the result was that the blood light appeared. First, a stout divine beast warrior was knocked out five steps away by Ling Hujue's fingers, and one staggered, blood spurted wildly to the ground, his limbs were still trembling and twitching, and his throat was also broken with a bloody hole, and he couldn't survive.

Then, in Demira's angry scream, his extraordinarily thin long sword pierced Ling Fox's right back with an indescribable degree, cutting a deep blood groove, but also leaving Milan with a chance. At the same time as Demira's sword entered the back of the fox, Milan's figure suddenly slanted out, his right palm turned into a fist, and flew away, the air was divided into two sides, and its strength was so strong and fast that it was incredible. Finally, after a heavy cut in his shin, he smashed the skull of a divine beast warrior, and in the crisp sound of a watermelon bursting, red blood and white brains splashed his face.

The death of the two divine beast warriors made Demira even more crazy, and the sword was as fast as lightning and thunder, flying and dancing, the blades were connected, and the styles were knotted. Ling Hu Jue gritted his teeth and hated, his fingers were fierce, his palm was strong, and he didn't give in, and there was a large amount of blood on his back, which had been soaked to the hem at this time.

His face was drenched in sweat, and Xiusi was sure of an opportunity, and after the hunting knife fell back with a blue cold glow, he changed direction sharply, and stabbed into the leg of a divine beast warrior from another angle, but before he could retreat, a spear engraved with tiger stripes had pierced his stomach and pulled it out.

There was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and Xiusi's body shook a little, but he didn't fall down, and he rushed up even more fearlessly, and rushed towards the divine beast warrior with blood all over his body, and he was really a man who was not afraid of death.

The Divine Beast Warrior also seemed to have undergone rigorous training, with the tip of the spear on his back, and his elbow slammed into Xius's chest. If Xius wanted to injure the Divine Beast Warrior, he would naturally not be able to avoid the opponent's elbow blow, which could be fatal to him, but if he wanted to dodge, then the hidden bayonet spear would give Xius a stormy attack. "Lao Tzu fought with you. Xiusi, who understood this, raised his eyebrows, his eyes were split, and he rushed straight up without fear of death, and countless drops of blood had been sprinkled at a distance of three steps between the two.

"Don't. Seeing this, Linghu forcibly held back the cramping pain on his back, and reached forward forcefully, grabbed the back of Xius, and pulled it back hard. By this time, Theseus was already in a coma. There was no time to change hands, the stabbing spear that was originally stabbed at Xiusi was blocked by Ling Hu Jue's hand, the fleshy hand was stubbornly blocked, the tip of the gun pierced Ling Hu Jue's palm, but the open five fingers were twitched hard, like the palm of the giant spirit heavily imprinted on the face of the divine beast warrior, "poof" There was a muffled sound, and the big head of the bucket burst into the brain, and blood flew everywhere.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the heart-rending pain spreads from the palm upwards, making the fox jue twitch violently all over his body, but his eyes are still so cold, and he clamped Xiusi behind him, after avoiding Demira's long sword, and Siro and Milan formed a stump scorpion array, this formation is to make the fox change from the scorpion array, you see, Ciro and Milan form the two big pincers of the scorpion, and the fox becomes the poisonous tail of the scorpion, which can give the enemy the most fatal blow in the shortest possible time.

But this formation has not had much effect at this time, Ciro and Milan are already powerless at the moment, they are gasping, shaking, blood has soaked the long shirt, especially Ciro, if it is not supported by a strong will, he is afraid that he would have fainted a long time ago.

Demira was also very aware of the battle situation in front of him, and he almost shouted with a crying voice: "Ling Huju, I want you all to give Lao Qi and them a funeral." Demira's words stimulated the remaining four divine beast warriors, they clenched their teeth, and let out a few hoarse and hoarse shouts, the four swords and sword light were like electric fires flashing in the sky, and they all greeted Ling Hu Jue and the others.

The tiger roared, Milan's face flashed with gold, although he staggered a little, but his left fist and right palm still pressed forward like a mountain. But Ciro couldn't, he didn't dare to take it hard, and lifted the only remaining air in the meridians of his body, like a long arrow that could not be shot out, bent and bounced, and his suspended body was swaying violently.

A divine beast warrior wanted to pick a bargain, and the figure flew up in the air like a big bird, and the scimitar in his hand, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, was slightly retracted, and it was already unbeatably fast and came to Ciro's chest. Perhaps it was the desperate look in Ciro's eyes that paralyzed the beast warrior, and he seemed to have forgotten the most dangerous link in the scorpion formation, the scorpion tail. When there is a fierce battle, negligence means death, and sure enough, as a scorpion-tailed Linghu Ju flicked his middle finger sharply, and the two finger winds hit the forehead of the divine beast warrior with a sharp sound of cutting through the air, and the blood suddenly fell down the long dripping down the drooping forehead, and his gaze was also frozen, and in his last conscious eyes, he clearly saw that the tip of his knife was only one centimeter away from Ciro's chest.

Almost at the same time that the beast warrior fell, a flash of lightning suddenly struck, and Ciro screamed and threw away the long sword in his hand, rolled down from the air with his face covered, and chried on the ground like the cry of the Nine Ghosts. And Demira laughed wildly, his face hideous, and the tip of his sword pointed at the sky trembled slightly, and on it, there was a blood-stained eyeball the size of a walnut!

"Ciro. Milan roared, his face completely distorted with rage, the muscles of his face twisted, stained with blood and tears, and he pounced on Demira like a mad tiger, completely ignoring his opponent's three wounds that were as tender and blood-red as a baby's mouth, "I have chopped you alive." ”

At this time, Ling Hujue's heart was completely attracted by the bloodstained eyeballs, he stood quietly, there was no trace of human emotion in his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly, it was obvious that he was not stupid, stunned, but completely angry, watching his brother being picked out alive, listening to the completely unfamiliar scream, Ling Hu Jue finally completely fell into anger, and there was only one thought in his heart - the idea of blood for blood.

After a short silence, a terrible roar came out of Ling Hujue's mouth, as sharp and cold as tearing through the air, his eyes were furious, bloodshot, his figure floated up like a ghost of hell, his white clothes were stained with blood, black and floating, a lifeless voice like a hell seducer, echoed in everyone's ears, "Ciro, my brother, your eyes are the key to hell, and now it is open." ”

The cold voice was like the summoning of death, and the Linghu Jue in mid-air made people feel like a soul, a ghost, and the incarnation of a demon god who had lost respect for life. He casually waved a glowing ghost fire with his palm, and this ghost fire shook and floated into the air elusively, gloomy and desolate, floating and sinking. This was accompanied by the chant of the Fox Hideaway, "O great dark god, please give me strength, open the gates of hell." ”

"Oh no, it's dark magic. Demira shuddered at the door that slowly opened behind the ghost fire, and screamed in horror, the door was suspended in mid-air, dark and cold, and as it slowly opened, a trace of ghostly energy, and the yin wind blew out. A huge suction force seemed to come out of the magic hand of the gods in hell, pulling Demira and the others inward, and inside the door seemed to be a bottomless black vortex, more like an entrance to hell, so that Demira and the others could clearly smell the breath of death for the first time.

Finally, the two beast warriors couldn't support it anymore, and they were sucked in by the gate of hell with a "bang", and then the gate slowly closed and disappeared into the air. When the others were still in a nervous mood, Demira saw that Ling Hu Jue couldn't hold his breath in the air, and after squirting a mouthful of blood, he fell down, so he let out a long and creepy laugh, "Okay, good, Ling Hu Jue, you are not the first person to be killed by our Divine Beast Warrior in decades." After speaking, thousands of sword shadows shone brightly, diffusely, as if they were pressed from all directions, layer by layer, endless.

Seeing this wild wave-like sword light coming with the shadow, Ling Hu Jue's cold voice without a trace of humanity sounded again, "You're too late. “

"What's too late?" Ling Hu's words made Demira's heart feel as if she had been bitten by a snake, and she felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, an intuition, a sensitivity peculiar to a berserker, made him feel a strange strong wind that had swooped down on him from top to bottom, and a chill rose up from his back, and Demira decisively withdrew his sword halfway, and moved it to the right side, and at the same time, a silver light with a strong wind blew over his head, and soon, the air was stirred into a current, making his figure that had not yet fully rotated shake.

Yinmang landed in front of Ling Hujue's body, Demira and the other two divine beast warriors who fought with Milan looked at each other at the same time, and their hearts couldn't help but be shocked, standing in front of them was a strange demonic beast with scaly wings and a lizard-headed dragon body, but at this time it was very violently prostrated in front of Ling Hujue, and its eyes were staring at Demira with blood-devouring beast intent.

After looking at Ciro and Xiusi, who had already fainted on the ground, Ling Fox's dark eyes once again glowed with a deep black light, pointed at Demila, and said coldly to Demon Yue, "Demon Yue, eat him alive." ”

"What?" Demira's heart also felt a cold wave, which he had never felt since entering the temple, and he suddenly felt a trace of despair when he looked at Ling Hu, who was as ruthless as a demon god. It was as if the god who had been hidden in his mind had been defeated by another power, and the source of this power was him.

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