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The light of the waning moon is cold and poignant, telling endless pain.

King Kong's nightmare, wake up in the dark.

One of the three deputy gang leaders of the dignified Yuan Gang, King Kong, a super-first-class master who dominates the world, is like a wasted person, with forty percent of his bones broken all over his body, and he can't even move if he wants to.

He never expected that his right-hand man in the Yuan Gang would be eliminated and end up in a lonely situation.

"Awake?" Sensing that King Kong's breath seemed to be stronger than before, at least it was no longer like a pool of stagnant water, another deputy gang leader of the Yuan Gang pushed the door and sat in front of King Kong's window.

There is no name, only a surname, a trace, and he is called Jianjun.

No one knows the source of the traces, but the ruthless swordsmanship has been recognized by the Yuan Gang. Three years ago, he once had an exchange of 300 moves with the Dongtian Monk and was indistinguishable, and the Sword Monarch became famous.

King Kong nodded silently, and the pain hit his body again.

Under the care of the Yuan Gang doctor, the injuries on King Kong's body have already healed, and the broken bones are gradually recovering, but the true qi residing in King Kong's body, even the marks are helpless.

There is no doubt that Scar is powerful, but his true qi is like his sword, full of terrifying lethality. If he is allowed to use his true qi to drive away the alien true qi in his body for King Kong, I am afraid that he will kill King Kong first.

"Is that her?" asked Scar.

"Yes. King Kong gave an affirmative answer, and the blood-red figure still had palpitations in retrospect.

Scar's eyes did not reside on King Kong's body, but turned his head to look at the sky, and there was only a trace of the waning moon left, as if with a little expectation and luxury.

King Kong had heard the story of the trace, and the trace had just made a lot of fame in the rivers and lakes, but it was abandoned in the hands of the same person. At that time, the strength of the mark was only about the first-class, and if he barely survived with his skills, even King Kong didn't believe it.

I don't know why the other party kept his hand, in short, the mark is not dead, it is just a waste of skill. Eight years later, Scar has made a comeback, and it has broken through to become an existence comparable to himself.

Whenever he heard the news about that person, Scar would show a nostalgic look. Perhaps, that intersection made Scar obsessed, this terrifying existence that abolished him.

King Kong stopped talking, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he didn't want to break the rare calm.

Silence, silence again.

After a long time, Scar came to his senses from his reminiscence, and said indifferently: "Hurry up and recover, help the master to summon the message, it won't be long before something big happens." ”

"So fast?" King Kong also knew the inside story, but he was shocked that the time seemed to be different from what he knew.

"What you did before was a bit of a surprise, and the helper and the man had to plan in advance, and some things couldn't be slowed down. After leaving a word, the figure disappeared into King Kong's room. At the head of the bed, only a wooden box was left, which was exuding bursts of rich medicinal fragrance, which had not dispersed for a long time.

In the blood-colored space, Luohe's killing aura seemed to have reached a critical point, and it could no longer be controlled and suppressed.

Prior to this, he had killed seven of the remaining second-rate and third-rate blood-colored creatures, and five blood-colored creatures comparable to the real second-rate had only suffered seven minor injuries on their bodies.

I have to say that with the increase in strength, the terror of these blood-colored creatures is gradually increasing. Even now, after understanding the theory that knives can be used everywhere in his body, in the face of those second-rate blood-colored creatures, he has to fight a hundred moves before he can find the gap to kill.

The monsters in this world are much stronger than the people in the rivers and lakes, too much.

In a trance, Luo He, who had the last bit of clear spirit, seemed to sense a little breath of life not far away. Here, apart from himself, he has ever seen the only person who has been angry, and she is the only one.

Luo He's figure rose from the ground and quickly approached that direction. During this period, he encountered the obstruction of the blood-colored creatures, and as a last resort, Luo He could only grit his teeth and forcibly kill him.

Then, Luohe's memory began to dissipate, and then, the dazzling sensation and pain spread throughout the body, and it was dawn when he woke up.

With his last memory, he seemed to remember that he had fallen into a feeling that he had never felt before, and the desire to kill made his moves more and more lethal, and he only saw a figure after killing seven blood-colored creatures in a row.

The vague consciousness made him unable to see the other party's face clearly, and could only see a blank shadow, with white hair that was neither long nor short, and seemed to be a middle-aged man. The man stretched out two fingers, and golden light gushed out, stabbing his eyes with pain, and for a moment he lost even the faint vision he had, and then the pain, the terrible and terrible pain.

Who is he?

Luohe doesn't know, and he doesn't know.

This is the second person to ever see a non-blood-colored creature in the Scarlet World, and with his own right, the third real person.

The memory is too vague that Luo He can't calculate the strength and identity of the other party at all, but the other party can kill himself with one blow, even if he is not as good as the original woman, he will not be too far behind.

Strength, what is lacking, is still strength.

Once the gap exists, if you want to make up for it, you have to make a thousand times more efforts.

Otherwise, the gap will always be the gap.

Dawn dawns, and morning chickens crow.

Luo He got up, tidied up his clothes a little, and strode out the door.

Ming Han was already waiting in the inner hall of the villa.

I have to say that Mingham is indeed a talent. Maybe his talent for martial arts is not particularly outstanding, but in terms of management, he definitely has advantages that ordinary people can't imagine.

From the more than 800 people in Luohe who took over the Blood Knife Villa to the present, absorbing the Tianhe Gang, plus its own expansion, it has grown to more than 3,000 people, and there is still no chaos in the Blood Knife Villa, everything is going on in an orderly manner under the plan and arrangement.

In the Blood Knife Villa, there may be people who disagree with Luohe, but no one disagrees with Ming Han, even He Yong, who is unwilling because of the merger, has to admit that Ming Han's talent in management is even higher than himself. Perhaps, if Mingwu hadn't died at the beginning, the Mingshen Gang would have developed even more powerful than his Tianhe Gang.

For the members of the Blood Knife Villa, Ming Han, who manages the villa all day long, is more like the owner of the Blood Knife Villa, while Luo He is a hand-shaken shopkeeper.

For Minghan, Luohe also had to be satisfied.

"Summoning the trusted high-grade masters in the villa to come, and if you can't arrive within a quarter of an hour, don't arrive. Luo He spoke.

"Yes, owner. Minghan got the order and hurriedly went out to greet people. The number of people in the villa has expanded, and the number of top-grade masters has expanded from the first five to the current twenty-one, including four second-rate masters including Ming Han and He Yong.

Twenty-one people, even if word of mouth is spread to tell each other, some live a little farther away, a quarter of an hour, and it may not be time.

Luo He sat on the owner's seat, and the old god was there, quietly looking ahead.