Like a rain of blood, the slightest bit pours down.

Blood dripped onto the bright red cracked nails, splattering into smaller beads of blood, sticking to the shiny pieces of the armor that had been carefully polished.

The fist that lingered with Jin Mang sank into the shards on the breastplate.

Blood gushed from between his fists, soaking through the collar under his arm.

In the eyes of the face covered in blood and freckles, the crimson color quickly faded,

His eyes regained clarity, Yuhua lowered his head, looked at the chest that kept gushing blood, and looked at the blood-soaked red armarmor on his chest.

The childish face, distorted by pain, revealed obvious doubt and surprise.

The next moment, Yuhua suddenly woke up.

Throughout.

He let go of his hands and let the jade spear and bronze sword fall to the ground.

It's just a chess piece.

"Bang!"

The majestic vitality suppressed by the spirit soldiers instantly shattered the weak organs in Yuhua's body, and the vitality that penetrated the body swelled up the gorgeous armor on Yuhua's back.

The metal threads connecting the nails were broken, and the golden glow penetrated through the gaps between the nails.

The explosive energy eventually scattered the red armor.

Yuhua raised her head, and warm blood spilled on her face, which was already like blood.

The almost skinless body of the upper body fell to the ground, and Yuhua closed his eyes in the blood.

Those bloods, some of them are veterans, and some of Yuhua's own.

"Fool. ”

Yougen lowered his head slightly, his gaze stayed on the slightly upturned corners of his mouth in the face of the fallen injured body, his eyes showed a trace of incomprehension, but the expression on his face was a little lonely.

"He's stupid. ”

A hoarse and thin voice came from his side, and he was slightly startled, and immediately turned around and looked at the side.

On the ground lay a wolf-toothed giant stick wrapped in thin golden vitality, and the face of the general holding the purple jade spear in one hand kept spilling blood from the seven orifices.

"We are all fools. ”

Among the beards that are knotted under the chin, there are countless forked faces that exude a relieved expression.

Then, the blazing red light once again emanated from the general's eyes.

The general's expression became numb again.

With spears in both hands, he sprinted at the punch.

One dodged and grabbed the back of one of the general's spear-wielding hands with his right hand, and reached under the armpit that connected the hand with his left hand.

"Click!"

In the crisp cracking sound, a pair of hands cooperated to break the general's right hand.

The momentum did not stop, and the general took two steps forward before turning around.

The severed right arm was bent and fell to the ground, and the numb expression on the face of the general, who was holding the purple spear in one hand, did not change in the slightest.

The general opened his legs and ran to Yougen again.

It's still a straight stab.

The expression on his face was slightly condensed, and Yougen stretched out his right hand, and his palm spread out towards the sky.

The thorn that had been staying in the air beside him immediately flew into his hand.

As soon as he grasped the thorn handle of the inscription talisman, countless ink-like thunder Gangyuan quickly dispersed the tattoo.

Swinging the long thorn, he opened the purple spear diagonally, and one of them stretched out his left hand, so he grabbed the general's face like a repetition.

The golden gang yuan crushed another head.

In the more pungent smell of blood, there was a rain of blood.

Looking at the remnants of the body that had fallen to the ground like a puddle of soft mud, Yougen's scarred face flickered slightly.

After a few seconds, he walked quickly to the side and walked to the side of the general with the steel chain.

"Buzz!"

As if sensing the approach of a root, the steel chain lying on the ground trembled rapidly, and a continuous sound was heard.

The handle of the chain was not in the hands of the general.

The generals in silver-white armor had empty hands, but their fingers were clenched tightly and their knuckles were white.

Blood was spilling from all seven points on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

His eyes were closed, as if they had been closed for a long time.

The golden glass light passed through the surface of the rooted body, and with the aura of protecting the body, even though he stood in the blood rain, there was not the slightest blood stain on his body.

In just a few minutes, the four generals who surrounded Yougen were all killed.

Thinking of Liu Heng, who had fought hard for a long time and was embarrassed, he couldn't help frowning.

It's too easy.

Easy incredible.

The halberd pole crawling with runes was entangled in the red flames of the fire system, and the halberd obliquely erected the indigo Guan knife scattered with wind yuan.

On the right cheek, two new wounds were added.

Blood kept flowing out of the wound, flowing over the smooth cheeks, and stopping on Liu Heng's chin.

In the scorching heat, the blood gushing out of the wound and staggering in the chin was constantly evaporated into thin white gas.

With the rising air current, white steam drifted in front of Liu Heng's eyes.

Looking at the white mist that suddenly appeared in front of him, Liu Heng raised his head slightly.

He lost his mind slightly, and swung his halberd horizontally with both hands.

The simple halberd rod slashed out diagonally, his face was numb, and Pang Ming, who was holding an iron sword rod in his hand, quickly stood up.

His legs were arched, and his back was almost to the ground.

The halberd's halberd blade swept across Pang Ming's face, and the flames of the blade burned several long hairs in front of Pang Ming's forehead.

The halberd came out of his hand, Liu Heng withdrew his hands, and bent his palms with his ten fingers in front of him.

"Whew!"

The sound of the tiger's roar spread in all directions, and the sound was loud and piercing, which frightened ordinary people.

The red flame condensed into a tiger body, and a tiger face appeared around his hands, Liu Heng lowered his head slightly, his eyes looking straight ahead.

The red glow that radiated the pupils reflected the body of the red tiger, and scattered into two red pillars like fire.

The sharp axe that slashed at Liu Heng and the sledgehammer that smashed at Liu Heng both hit the tiger's body.

Vitality counterattacks the spirit soldiers.

The sharp axe and the hammer were bounced away by the attacking vitality.

Liu Heng pushed out his hands in front of him, and Huo Yuan gathered into a red tiger with a big tiger mouth, and ran forward with his legs.

The swift movements of the phantom tiger brought a fiery red shadow.

The two generals with the handle of the axe and the end of the hammer were both pierced by the red shadow.

Their bodies were involuntarily catapulted into the sky.

"Whew!"

The armor on their bodies was torn inch by inch, and it was visible that the wounds on the bones were all over half of the two of them.

Before the two of them landed, the phantom tiger rushed in front of Pang Ming.

Pang Ming didn't dodge or dodge, but swung his knife and slashed directly at the tiger's back.

In the tiger's body, facing the sword light that hit his face, Liu Heng's eyes moved slightly.

He didn't hide either.

"Bang!"

The tiger-shaped red yuan shattered the arm holding the halberd handle, and the haunting brown iron tooth halberd was swept away by the blast yuan.

The artifact is gone.

The red phantom tiger bombarded the unresisting body, and the body was instantly blasted into pieces.

Pang Ming stood in place, behind the body that suddenly rushed over and was shattered by the phantom tiger.

"Click!"

Indigo's blade slashed into the tiger's back, and there was a crisp cracking sound where it struck.

Liu Heng, who was wrapped in Hongyuan, widened his eyes and showed an expression of disbelief on his face, and he withdrew his hands that were clawed at each other.

The phantom tiger faded away.

Liu Heng raised his right hand and used the back of his hand to sweep the blade of the knife that reached his neck.

"Ding!"

After using his magical powers, the vigorous vitality in his hand that had not yet faded, and the back of his hand that glowed red blocked the slashing knife.

Feeling the pain coming from the back of his hand, Liu Heng bit his cheeks tightly.

Then, ignoring the blade of the Guan knife that had slashed at the back of his hand and the bleeding wound under the blade, he clenched his right hand into a fist.