"Stop, stop, brute!" Xiang Nan roared angrily.

"If you want to kill me, kill me, don't touch my brother!"

No matter how Xiang Nan scolded angrily, the silver-haired killing god didn't pay attention to Xiang Nan.

He just went to split the bronze coffin with a sword.

The bronze coffin has no defensive barriers, only the hardness of the present (body shēn).

The silver-haired killing god slashed more than a dozen swords in a row, and then smashed the lid of the copper coffin!

Yuan Meng was nailed to the copper coffin, and hundreds of copper nails pierced deeply into Yuan Meng's body, piercing all his meridians and (acupoints).

And the silver-haired killing god was cruel, and he dragged Yuan Meng out of it.

Burst!

The body of Yuan Meng (body shēn) was dragged away from the copper nail, and hundreds of blood holes behind him spewed out blood arrows.

Yuan Meng was weak and powerless, and was held in the hands of the killing god, and he had no power to resist.

The silver-haired God Killer demonstrator glanced at Xiang Nan and said, "See clearly, how did I kill your brother!"

Xiang Nan roared: "Stop!"

The silver-haired killing god slapped the hilt of his sword and smashed it into Yuan Meng's face, smashing half of Yuan Meng's cheekbones.

He swayed in the air like a broken bag, held high by the silver-haired Killer God.

Xiang Nan shed two lines of blood and tears.

Yuan Meng gasped weakly, but smiled slightly, and said, "Kill me, let my brother go." ”

No one expected that Yuan Meng would suddenly say such a thing.

"Yuan Meng!" Xiang Nan roared.

Na Wenhai stood aside, he really couldn't bear to see such a cruel scene, so he couldn't bear to twist his head.

"I didn't hear what you said. The silver-haired killing god smiled and put his ear in front of Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng took a few breaths and said, "Kill me, let my brother go, I beg you." ”

"You beg me?" the silver-haired killer said.

Xiang Nandao: "Yuan Meng! If we don't ask him, we will die, and we will never bow our heads!"

"Are you really begging me?" the silver-haired killer asked again.

Yuan Meng smiled miserably: "Yes, I beg you." ”

The silver-haired killer laughed and said, "What a tough guy Yuan Meng! When we caught you, we used all the means we could imagine to torture you! ”

"At that time, didn't you grit your teeth and refuse to spit out a word? ”

"Now you're begging me. ”

"Haha, look!" The silver-haired killing god pointed at Yuan Meng's nose, looked at Wen Hai, and said, "Did you hear that, ha, this tough guy Yuan Meng actually begged me, he really begged me." ”

Yuan Meng smiled silently, shed tears, and said, "As a martial artist, I knew that sooner or later there would be this day." ”

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of heaven and earth, even if you cramp and peel my skin and bones, Lao Tzu will not frown. ”

"But I can't let go of the brother who shares my weal and hurt with me. ”

Yuan Meng looked at the silver-haired killing god and said, "You know what I mean, I know that you must also have you, and you would rather die than protect the brother, right, you must have it." ”

"We are both martial artists, so you must understand me, I beg you, if I can, I am even willing to kneel for you, I just hope you can spare my brother. ”

The silver-haired killing god nodded and said, "You know what, you're putting a fart pì." ”

"What kind of dog (fart) brother, deceiving children? In Lao Tzu's dictionary, there are only interests, no brothers!"

"Okay, you begged me, and I was satisfied, and when I kill you, I will go and kill your brother, and then bury the two of you together, which is my best duty. ”

After that, the silver-haired killing god stabbed Yuan Meng in the stomach with a sword.

Xiang Nan roared angrily: "You brute! I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

The silver-haired killing god glanced at Xiang Nan and said, "Okay, then you go to be a ghost, be a ghost with your brother, I'll wait for you to come to me." ”

The silver-haired killing god raised his long sword, and this sword slashed towards Yuan Meng's head.

"Ahhh

Suddenly, Xiang Nan didn't know where the strength came from, he actually slapped it to the ground, and the whole person flew out flat, hitting the waist of the silver-haired killing god.

The silver-haired killing god was unprepared, and was actually hit by Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan grabbed Yuan Meng's hand.

Yuan Meng laughed miserably: "I hurt you, brother. ”

"If it weren't for saving me, why wouldn't you ......?"

Xiang Nan's eyes flashed with thunder, he firmly held Yuan Meng's big hand, and said, "Don't say anything, you want to die, and the two brothers will die together." ”

"You will still be a brother in the next life, you are still my eldest brother!"

Yuan Meng nodded vigorously and said with a weak smile: "There is a younger brother like Xiang Nan, my life is worth it." ”

"Xiang Nan, Xiang Nan, you are really Xiang Nan!" The silver-haired killing god turned around sharply and said, "This is better!"

"After killing you, I will take the greatest credit! After my god bestows me on the third divine talent, I will be the number one master under the gods!"

"You two, die together!"

With that, the silver-haired killing god raised his long sword and swept down with a sword!

This sword is bound to cut Xiang Nan and Yuan Meng in half!

Xiang Nan and Yuan Meng also closed their eyes in resignation.

Brothers are in trouble, and it is a kind of fate to be able to die together.

The terrifying Xuantian Sword slashed through a sword light, and it finally fell.

Clang!

Xiang Nan and Yuan Meng opened their eyes at the same time.

I'm not dead!

The voice is......

When the two of them opened their eyes, they saw a black sword, which was blocking the snow-white Xuantian Sword.

"What people!" the silver-haired killer god hurriedly turned his head to look.

The one holding the black sword turned out to be a peerless woman.

"You?" Xiang Nan recognized at a glance, this woman was Yingran.

Na Lang gritted her teeth and desperately supported her, and her forehead was already slightly sweaty.

Xiang Nan immediately recognized it, what Ying Ran was holding in his hand was actually the Demon King's Netherworld Sword at the beginning of the month!

The fragment of this sword, Xiang Nan had seen it once in the Six Emperors World, and he could also identify it by seeing the complete body of the Netherworld Sword at this time.

Unexpectedly, she quietly collected all the fragments of the Nether Sword.

Na Ran looked at Xiang Nan, and when he saw Xiang Nan looking so miserable, he couldn't bear it, and said, "You ......"

Xiang Nan's face changed, and he said angrily: "Get out!"

荏苒表 (情qíng) is sluggish.

Xiang Nan said angrily: "I'll let you go!"

"Is he less here to be hypocritical, Lao Tzu doesn't need you to behave, get out!"

"You are no better than that group of believers, Lao Tzu would rather die than be saved by a scumbag like you!"

Ying Ran gritted her teeth and said, "You scold, if you can cut off the hatred in your heart, I will let you scold happily." ”

Xiang Nan's forehead was bruised, and he roared: "Get out of here!"

"Get out, don't think about leaving when you're here!" The silver-haired killing god's eyes lit up, staring at the long sword in his hand, and said, "This thing can actually block the attack of the Xuantian Sword, and it seems that it is also a treasure weapon." ”

"That's so good, I'll take it all!"

After that, the silver-haired killing god raised his hand and slashed his sword, and lifted the whole person away.

At the same time, the silver-haired killing god picked up the flying flicker, and slashed hundreds of swords at that flicker.

The sharp sword swished towards the emerging.

Ying Ran also slashed out hundreds of sword rays with his backhand.

But the swords of the two sides bombarded each other, and the silver-haired god-killing sword was obviously more than one grade stronger than the sword!