Five knives, turned into five guns, five steel guns.

Even the barrel of the gun exudes a cold light, it is made of King Kong, and the tip of the gun hides a little sharp gold, but it is infinite, and it is the whole body power of the five tigers.

It's obviously five knives, no one knows when it became five guns, maybe it was only five guns, and if I saw it wrong, even the castration had changed, and it stabbed into the gap in the star net.

The change is too fast, no one can reflect it, it is already in front of him, he can't escape, and the prodigal son can't reflect it, he still smiles like that, and welcomes the arrival of the five guns so calmly.

The vulnerabilities of the star network are really obvious, no wonder people discard them casually.

The gaps contain silver light, which seems to be round and leakless, if the means are poor, it really can't be inserted, which definitely does not include the five tigers, the knives of the five tigers are heavy and fierce, and the guns are of course not far behind, there is no return, there is the sharpest sharp gold qi, which can pierce everything.

But the tip of the spear of the five tigers is melting all this, not only the silver glow on the star net, like the ice and snow melting under the scorching sun, spreading out to both sides, allowing the steel spear to drive straight into it without the slightest obstacle.

Even the air was melted, and the space where it passed was melted, it was invisible, but under the steel guns of the five tigers, everyone could see it clearly, and the intangibles had already shown their substance.

The slightest bit of the spear could not stop the pace of the spear's advance, avoiding the mesh, in which nothing could hinder them, it was obviously the qi of sharp gold, which could pierce everything, but at this time it was dissolving, and the principle of it was probably unknown to anyone except the five tigers.

Maybe the Five Tigers don't know, they never care about this.

The prodigal son didn't seem to be able to react at all, and he didn't even have time to change his expression, so he stood confidently like that, maybe too fast.

Passed through the star net without the slightest hindrance, and five spears hit the body of the prodigal son, no sweeping, no slashing, five straight spears, no one had the strength of five people's whole body, and the tip of the spear was a little yellow.

As if finally hindered, a golden light spread out at the tip of the spear, reflecting the heaven and the earth, the color of the harvest, and there was only a piece of golden yellow in everyone's eyes, but it was not an ear of wheat, it was a sharp that could kill people.

It came quickly, and it was harvested quickly, and a piece of golden yellow instantly disappeared into invisibility, condensing on the spear again, breaking through the slightest obstacle, but also knocking it away.

The five tigers lightly withdrew their spears, turned around and walked back, to the place where they wielded their knives, so as to show the demeanor of masters, masters are confident, they must also be confident, there is no life under their guns.

The armillary star net lost its support, slowly fell, fell to the ground, spread out on the ground, and covered a piece of loess, and there was no prodigal feather during the period.

The prodigal feather is gone, perhaps cut to ashes by the golden aura of sharp gold.

The five tigers finally walked to the same place where they had just rushed forward, and turned back again, in the confident people will also be afraid of that in case, they finally thought of confirming it with their own eyes.

Looking into the distance, what you are looking at is not the yellow earth falling from the star net, but looking far away, and it must be far away, and it has fallen a hundred miles away.

The change was too fast, and they were dazzled by the golden yellow, and no one in the field could see clearly, not even Xuan Ming and Yulong couldn't see it clearly, they only felt that their eyeballs were a little itchy, and they wanted to cry, it was too dazzling.

Only Xuan Ming, Yulong Heavenly Lord and Five Tigers and Seven People were left in the field, and as for the rest of the dozens of wilderness gods, they were all gone, and they disappeared very suddenly, disappearing into the golden yellow.

It's not just the color of the harvest, it's sharp, and although it's just the afterglow, it's not something that anyone can stop, at least not the nameless.

Although they are gods, although they are also supernatural beings, they are born with some supernatural powers, but they are dead, dead in the golden afterglow, which not only reflects the heavens and the earth, but also kills everything that the light passes.

Where the light passes, all that remains is the yellow earth, no mountains, no water, and of course no grass and flowers, only yellow earth.

There are exceptions, at least the salt water is still shrouded in haze, and the golden yellow can't shine into it, it's still so silent, it's still so dark, but at least it dots the yellow earth with a radius of 100,000 miles, making it seem less monotonous.

Whether it is war or peace, the little people are always unlucky, they should hold their tails between their legs, live carefully, not have delusions, but also become more interesting.

At least the people who are interested can live longer, those who leave early are lucky, they are alive, and the people who stay in the field are unfortunate, they are dead, they can't even leave a trace, and there will never be their figure on the Huangquan Road, they can only exist in the memory of some people.

This is the sorrow of the little people, and the sorrow of the uninteresting.

A hundred miles away, the prodigal son feather dressed in white lay quietly on the ground, motionless, and five dark red streams flowed out in all directions.

They sensed that they were hindered, and they were also shocked by the hard body of the prodigal feather, and they pushed forward with all their might, and finally pierced, knowing that their spear had pierced into the prodigal feather's body.

Bowed deeply, this is the first time they have used a gun, an indomitable gun, confident and unstoppable, but the first time they appear in heaven and earth, they are hindered, worthy of respect.

used all the strength of his body, although he pierced into the body of the prodigal son, he could not penetrate the body and could not penetrate it, so the prodigal son feather would lie down a hundred miles away.

mourning silently, this is what the strong deserve.

The prodigal son feather must be dead, the five tigers are certain, they have already pierced, the strength of the sharp gold qi is even afraid of themselves, no one can still live after the five spears are coming.

Everyone looks down on their brothers, and there is a price to pay for underestimating people.

"The five virtuous nephews, as expected, have great powers, thinking that there is no one in the eyes of this prodigal son, and today he finally received retribution. ”

Looking at the motionless prodigal son, the Yulong Heavenly Lord forcibly suppressed the joy, and also congratulated excitedly.

In the silence of the five tigers, they also wanted to express their respect in their hearts, and the Yulong God could only shut his mouth and wait quietly.

The golden light is too dazzling, Xuan Ming can't know the details, let alone whether the prodigal son is alive or dead, even if he is dead, at least he is liberated, and there is no more pain, which is good.

Whether you are alive or not, life is precious, as long as you can live in pain, whether you live or die is natural, Xuan Ming still quietly watchs, and then waits for the result.

At least the results haven't come out yet, and it doesn't seem to make sense to do anything about it.

For a long time, the five tigers silently bowed deeply three times and straightened up, as if they couldn't be happy, but at least they won, and the prodigal son was dead, so there was no need to even come forward to check.

Yulong waited for the time, his five virtuous nephews finally finished mourning, and only then did he dare to walk forward slowly, he wanted to go and see, and he also wanted to get the body of the prime minister.

Fly forward slowly, don't dare to be too fast, for fear that it will make people unhappy, then it will be bad.

"Do you think he's dead?" asked Qinglong as he sipped his tea, teasingly.

"Hmph, I want to pull him up and whip him down. The white tiger said fiercely.

Anyone who sees his son being tricked will be unhappy, not to mention his five most painful treasures, although they are a little silly, but they can make him happy.

Yulong slowly flew forward, closer, closer.

With excitement, he came to the top of the prodigal feather, and slowly descended, every step was careful.

Gently stretching his hand forward, he was strong.

But his hands were shaking.