"Chop Scrap! I skinned you today!"

Han Kai collapsed to the ground in his dying, looking at Yan Jie, who was holding a short knife and walking step by step, with a hideous face, he wanted to stand up, but a sense of powerlessness made him have to crawl backwards.

"Big husband, death is death!"

Han Kai saw that he was unable to return to the sky, so he took a sip and scolded.

"Make your mouth hard!"

Yan Jie leaned forward and stabbed Han Kai's right leg with a stab, piercing the calf bone.

Han Kai screamed in pain, his eyes viciously staring at Yan Jie, who was tearing at his flesh and blood with a knife. The torrential rain continued, and the rain mixed with blood and water, and the earth meandered into a river.

"Scum, you dare... ”

Wu Lizhong just wanted to turn around to rescue, but he was entangled by Lu Shaowen, who had turned into a white dragon again, and seeing his good brother being tortured so inhumanly, his heart was like a knife, and then the feeling of powerlessness was even more painful.

At this time, Xu Lun in the mountains and forests slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the messy battlefield, he couldn't help but be shocked.

How did it get like this?。。。

How long has it been ...

Thinking back to the past, Xu Lun only meditated and practiced to regain his strength, but inadvertently touched the bottleneck of the seventh-stage knight and was forced to break through.

"It's not good, it's important to save people... ”

Xu Lun rushed out towards Han Kai, who was screaming.

Breaking through to the seventh rank of the Great Knight, his speed has increased by more than three percent compared to before.

"Fourth-stage knight?"

Xu Lun looked at Yan Jie, feeling his breath, and was slightly surprised.

Attacking quickly, the enemy was unprepared, and Xu Lun drew a short dagger. The body is like a cheetah on a galloping track, and the sharp dagger is like a viper Tuxin. The figure took a few leaps, and the short dagger entered from behind Yan Jie's heart.

Before he could even make a sound, Yan Jie's body was carried into the air by the dark energy contained in this blow. Xu Lun took the short dagger, swept it, and with another blow, between the lightning and flint, Yan Jie was dismantled.

"Dare to ask this Excellency ... Yes... ”

Grab and grab and snatch!

Lu Shaowen was about to ask a question, but he saw seven long needles swept towards him with an unstoppable momentum, and instantly pierced the body of the white dragon he had transformed.

The seven huge blood holes on the white dragon's body made Wu Lizhong tremble. The white dragon fell to the ground and gradually turned into a human form, and it was already out of breath.

However, within a few breaths, the two fourth-stage knights actually fell, and they had no power to fight back.

"This... ”

The White Dragon Society and the rest of the disciples of the Tiangang Sect hesitated for a moment, and were about to retreat, but they only felt that a dart had not entered their hearts, and they all fell to the ground in an instant.

Who is this!

Wu Lizhong thought about it, looking at Xu Lun's figure in the rain, his eyes were full of reverence. However, he saw that Xu Lun was trembling uncontrollably.

The rain submerged into Xu Lun's eyes, his vision became blurred, and he looked at Yan Jie, who was bleeding like a river in all directions, and Yan Jie, who was being dismantled under his feet, glared at him viciously, and an inexplicable fear rose from his heart and intensified.

"I... I... ”

Looking at his trembling hands, between his fingers, several hidden weapons fell silently to the ground and fell into the muddy water.

"I killed someone?"

"Blood ... ”

Xu Lun looked around, and many disciples of the Golden Body Sect were scarred and had already surrounded him.

"Blood ... ”

"There's a lot of blood... ”

"Don't... ”

Suddenly, he waved his arms helplessly and sat down on the ground, as if hiding from something invisible in the air.

"Ahh ”

Xu Lun seemed to see Lu Shaowen's bloody corpse rushing towards him, his consciousness suddenly blurred, and he fainted to the ground as if he had escaped into darkness.

"Xu Lun?"

Wu Lizhong pushed aside the disciples who were around, and when he saw the somewhat familiar face, his heart was full of doubts.

"Why is he? Didn't you let him run?"

"And, why is he so good?"

On the side, Han Kai had been helped up by several disciples, and he asked as he endured the pain.

"I don't know... ”

Wu Lizhong responded very helplessly, and at the same time picked up Xu Lun and ordered to rest on the spot.

Night... Just after noon...

Chen Jiu stood on a cliff, his clothes fluttering. In the distance, Xu Xinyi looked at him with some.

"So handsome... ”

Holding her cheeks, she looked at Chen Jiu's back with a sideways face, her eyes were full of fascination.

"I really admire you, to be able to look at such a pervert... ”

Xu Weizheng stood next to her and said with some disdain.

"Hmph, you're jealous... ”

Xu Xinyi's gaze still did not leave Chen Jiu's figure:

"Lord Chen Jiu is more handsome than you, and his cultivation is much higher than you. ”

"I... ”

Xu Wei was a little speechless for a while, his long face was big and his eyes were small, and compared with Chen Jiu's slightly sad and resolute face, he was already 108,000 miles behind, not to mention cultivation.

"And you just said that Lord Chen Jiu is a pervert, be careful that he beats you. ”

Xu Xinyi looked at Xu Wei with a wicked smile.

"I... ”

Xu Wei suddenly popped out again:

"Do you look at his murderous appearance without blinking, is he still a little human?"

"So what, the really strong are like this ... ”

glanced at Xu Wei, Xu Xinyi patted him:

"It's time to do it, but we can't slack off. ”

Afterwards, the two men each led half of the deacons in two separate ways.

"It's over... ”

Chen Jiu looked ahead to the White Dragon Society and the disciples of the Tiangang Sect in the last camp in this central region. The lights are sparse, flickering in the night.

The figure shook in the air, and it was at the closed gate of the camp.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the ink-colored blade quickly disappeared into the dark red flames, Chen Jiu's momentum swirled upward, and a dance of darkness and fire appeared in this side of the world at a glance.

"Listen ... ”

"Wonderful requiem... ”

With a wave of his left hand, countless sparks scattered into the wind, fell on the tarpaulin tent, and fell on the closed wooden door...

Cracking sound...

The fire burned violently, cutting through the silence of the night.

The tent was suddenly in chaos, and many disciples carried buckets and splashed them in all directions.

As soon as his body moved, Chen Jiu rose into the air, and his mind moved, and he sneered and felt the chaos in the camp.

"It's like a moth to a fire... ”

The blade pointed directly at the camp, and countless sparks fluttered down.

Far from being extinguished by the water, the dark red flame grew more and more violent.

It spread so fast that everything in the camp was burned, dozens of people were already engulfed in flames, and the cries, screams, crackling and burning sounds, everything was annihilated in the wind.