Suddenly, he saw that the lower half of the nail was black, and the old man felt a pang in his heart, wouldn't it be poisonous? Hurriedly twisted the black with his hand, put it in his nose and sniffed it, but fortunately, it was just blackened and colored with an oil lamp, not poison.

He hurriedly checked his grandson's injuries, and his life was fine, but his legs...

Another window, the one who broke in was also a master at the peak of the Qi refining period, I don't know if he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out or was too lucky, as soon as he rushed in, he was confronted with the scene of ten thousand arrows firing at once, and he directly turned into a hedgehog, and the whole person was knocked out of the window by the impact, and the person was already dead in mid-air.

The last master learned the lesson of the previous person, and immediately adopted the first strike to be strong, seeing the figure in ambush on one side, he went up and poked two swords, the sword entered the flesh, even if he did not die, he lost his ability to fight, and suddenly felt that the person seemed to be a little familiar, and even the clothes were so familiar, hey? Isn't this his own young master Wang Xiaoman, this...

"Oops!" A miserable scream, the figure suddenly flew out upside down, and there were already a few swords on his body, dripping with blood, but he still tried his best to protect the person in his arms, and the heads of the family downstairs immediately gathered around, and finally was caught by Fang Yunzhong, the corner of this person's mouth was bleeding, "Leave me alone, save the young master..."

After speaking, he tilted his head and fainted, and the crowd was in a hurry, Gao Yada kept asking: "How is Gao Jian? Where is Gao Jian? Don't faint, say it quickly..."

At the same time, a group of people who had quietly surrounded the entrances and exits on the first floor, knowing that the opponent was on the third floor, rushed in, they were not masters, but they were also indispensable minions, no matter what the occasion needed their foil, every time I mentioned to my friends that he was the boss he served, he was also full of pride, in order to hope to gain the attention of others, but it backfired.

But today, they never thought that they would be so valued, only to see one of them holding a knife in his left hand, holding a sword in his right hand, two cold lights flying up and down, just like a strong man rushing into the children's private school, there is no one together, the most important thing is that from time to time there is also a spell flying out, either an ice pick or a rocket, these people are depressed and stunned, they have never been able to use the charm with their own hands in their lives, but they didn't expect to die on it.

After a while, more than thirty minions were all killed, and the entire first floor was immersed in a thick bloody atmosphere, Duan Qing couldn't help but be a little out of breath, the spell was almost consumed, if he could still live, he must go to the material market to get some more, although it cost some real qi, but it was definitely an excellent weapon to kill people and kill people.

At this moment, there was a popping sound from upstairs, and Duan Qing knew that the door of the room he had blocked had been shattered.

The night comes and the flowers fall, the night has come, and it is deep, the flowers seem to have fallen, the ground is mottled, but there is no fragrance of flowers, only a strong smell of blood, as if it can stick to the throat, even if the old people who have experienced countless times, for such a smell can only endure the urge that always wants to gush out of the throat.

Unlike the Gao family, with the help of external forces, the Ma family relies on their own strength step by step to the high-end position, everything depends on this old ancestor, nearly ninety years old Ma Chengfeng, if you take off your coat, you can see the scars on his body, when he was young, he felt that this was a medal, a glory, a memory of the experience, but only after the age of fifty, he realized that these memories are painful memories.

Ma Chengfeng broke open the door and walked downstairs, his speed was not fast, he did not have the slightest feeling of old age, the interval between each step was almost equal, calm and powerful, Ma Xiaoxi is the third generation of children, if you want to pass on the blood and industry intact, you can only fight, otherwise you will be swallowed. He often thinks that if he can leave this world and go to the world above, he definitely doesn't need to fight like this, at his age, he has long been a retirement and enjoys his family, how can he be reduced to an age, and he is still charging forward?

Everything that happened on the third floor was seen by him, but he didn't plan to say anything, even Wang Xiaoman, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, was to blame, only these families were to blame, the superior life made them lose their sense of danger, and even the wildness of this world was lost, only barbarism remained, and even Gao Yada Li Wanli's generation had forgotten the bitterness of the older generation.

And they, without accidents, finally kicked the steel plate, and were played by the hunter who was good at hunting heads, and if it wasn't for the old lady of the Wang family to set up a phantom array, they still couldn't even find out who the opponent was.

Now, that cunning hunter is downstairs, he hasn't been here for many years, and the pattern is still the same.

This time, it's time to become prey, right?

On the second floor, the wooden staircase and the floor made a unique sound, and he walked so openly, the real master didn't need intrigue and trickery, Yang Mou could already decide everything.

He is a hunter and a trap that has been arranged.

Suddenly, the wind sounded behind him, and a contemptuous smile tugged at the corner of the old man's mouth.

Suddenly, the sound of the wind accelerated sharply, like a sharp arrow, and he smiled disdainfully in his heart, this rabbit is still running fast?

Turning around suddenly, Ma Chengfeng has two charms in each of his hands, this is a unique skill that he has studied for many years, often four charms are issued at the same time, and the space for moving up and down, left and right is almost completely sealed, even if the monks who surpass his strength have to be hit, laying a solid foundation for victory, and because the power of these four charms to burst out at the same time is enough to blow up the opponent, even if the opponent of the same level has to be at least full of blood, so he gave this unique skill a festive name: "Good start." ”

"Whoosh!" The four talismans were driven by the master's fingerprints and spells, and suddenly turned into four streamers, and flew away at a very high speed, and Ma Chengfeng didn't even turn his head, this way of casting spells, in this narrow corridor, there was no way to dodge at all, but the rabbit didn't slow down at all?

What does he want to do?

Although Ma Chengfeng didn't understand why the rabbit was suicidal, but how many years of experience in charging into battle made him immediately instinctively feel bad, and hurriedly turned around, only to see a figure crashing at an extremely high speed, the spell was not long out of his hand, it was not hit at all, but he himself bumped into it, and then immediately collided with one place!

"Bang!" A muffled sound like beating a cooked cowhide, Ma Cheng took some risks and didn't change his breath to hold it back, fortunately, he has been through a hundred battles, and he knows how to breathe in to be more beneficial to himself, and he breathed half a breath at the moment, and he forcibly endured the force of the impact, and couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, this old arm and old leg, I'm afraid I have to recuperate for a while when I go back, otherwise...