The Domestic Hero

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"End, end!"

Lord Bloodley, the **** lord, had a cold heart.

Camus, who exhibited the Angel of Revenge, had his power surged to the peak of the legend, and the other party hated him.

This kind of battle made the blood lord, who had always cherished his life, become more and more cold, and his response became more and more panic.

Especially seeing the situation in front of him, it made him almost fainted.

The mysterious demon youth brought in a lot of people, but the strength was unexpectedly strong. The most terrifying thing is this team of teams, with strict discipline and strong morale, compared with the devil ’s guard It's overwhelming.

The guards and attendants in the castle where he is located are not opponents at all, and it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated. In addition, the entire castle is covered with a layer of unbreakable, invisible and colorless transparent enchantment, which makes them like a turtle in the urn, there is nowhere to escape.

Thinking about this, the blood-hand lord Watt's face was pale, and he became more and more afraid.

Could it be that he has dominated this territory for hundreds of years, the **** lord, will he be destroyed here today?

No, he is not reconciled!

"Watley, fighting General, are you still distracted?" Camus, the shadow thorn, showed his killing intent, and his voice became a sneer with a hoarse and rough voice. "Hehe, beast, let me die!" "

Suddenly, Camus, who was holding a dark-energy shaped spear, turned from a semi-air conditioner, like a sharp spike, straight into the chest of the **** lord below.

The blood-handed lord opened his eyes wide, his eyes trembling straight in the eye sockets.

Knowing that the general trend was gone, he immediately roared and launched a desperate counterattack on Camus.

The battle in the entire castle hall instantly rose to a fierce stage.

"Quick battle and quick decision, remember that valuable things don't break, the lord will still have to sell it!"

"Have you heard? Ablon, tell you what, the mallet in your hand is spotted and smashed! And who else, don't cut the valuables with the big knife, if the ornament is broken, it's worthless ..."

Standing on the spot, Wang Yan carelessly shouted at his surroundings, as if he wasn't fighting a big lord with a decisive battle at the moment, but went to the market to buy a dish, which was relaxed and appropriate.

"Master Hill, don't you go to play a few, stretch your muscles?" Wang Yan saw the whole battle was almost the same, and simply returned to the front of the frame to be next to Master Hill.

Right now he only needs to keep the enchantment of the eight-mirror mirror in his hand unbroken.

Of course, Wang Yan looks relaxed at the moment, but he is actually the most difficult. Manipulating the Bajian mirror requires high-strength spiritual and power support. If the enchantment of the Bajian mirror is destroyed, then Wang Yan, a pedestrian, will probably fall into the army of the army, which is really called every day. Not spiritual, and eventually died without a burial place.

Therefore, this battle is actually very dangerous, but fortunately, Wang Yan itself is very strong, and his own strength is enough to support the border of the eighth mirror until the end of this battle.

In addition, Wang Yan's men also received tactics and arrangements in advance. They tried to drive the enemy to the middle as much as possible, and paid close attention to the enemy's movements, so as to avoid the enemy from taking advantage of the opportunity to attack the border.

Therefore, the victory is only a matter of time. The reason why it is so easy to win is that the detailed information was obtained before the war and the precise layout was carried out. It's hard to win.

"Dah, ah." Master Hill was sitting on the edge of the truck like a little old man, and he swayed the cigarette bag. "The fight is a young man's business, and my old guy will not participate. It is a devil. Lord Yan, you are really brave and rushed directly into the center of the **** lord's nest to start playing. My old guy looks so enjoyable. "

"Hungry, timid, and brave, if I don't enter this tiger's den, where will the tiger son come from?" Wang Yan waved his hand in disapproval, and used the **** to describe the sayings of the earth just now.

"Fine speaking, this **** lord is so rich that Master Moyan looks like he will make a fortune." Master Hill smoked his cigarette bag and sighed with appreciation. "With the courage of Master Moyan, if there will be in the future With all eight grips, I'm afraid the Devil will be your prey. "

The world of **** is full of brutal jungle rules, as long as the fist is big, whoever has the right to speak. Therefore, no matter which lord or demon, every part of their territory and resources are all stolen by their own abilities.

If you want to survive and develop, the battle between weak meat and strong food is inevitable and common. Of course, you can also choose to be dominated by others, become the minions of others, and the object of squeezing, so you can survive forever. But this is not the way Wang Yan is going.

"Demon?" Wang Yan smiled softly and replied, "As long as it threatens the lord and blocks the lord's path, they are all enemies of the lord. The lord will not be soft when dealing with the enemy."

It's still modest to say this. The once dominated by the Yanhu Lake in Chilian Lake is a demigod-level overlord. But in order to protect the security of the plane base, Wang Yan immediately organized a team of people and launched a war against it.

In the near future, in order to bring back Uya Ange, even if there is a conflict with a demon god, Wang Yan will not hesitate.

Time passes again.

Lord Bloodley, the **** lord, became more and more panicked during the Vietnam War. As he was hit by a panic, Camus, the Shadow Stinger, immediately seized the excellent opportunity. When the next instant flashed behind him, a shot passed through. The other party's body.

Then I heard a muffled sound like a blast of air. Camus' disease was a magic gas spear shaped by dark energy. It exploded in a homeopathic manner, full of death and decay of dark energy. The blood and body of the blood-handed lord, the eight classic veins.

"Um! Uh!"

The blood lord opened his mouth wide and gave out a nearly silent howling. In a short moment, he seemed to be eroded by his soul, and he could not move even one toe. And the violent pain made him not survive or die.

"This knife, for my annihilated legion!"

At this time, Camus in the state of revenge angel, with a terrible face, was even more terrible than the devil. He walked slowly to the blood-handed lord, grabbed the opponent's neck, and lifted him strongly from the ground. Then he cut the blade with one hand and penetrated into his body at once.

"This knife, for my wife!"

"This knife, for your compatriots cruelly!"

"This knife ..."

After Camus pierced with one hand, it was cruelly turned and stirred, causing the **** lord to cry miserably and resound throughout the castle hall. But the more miserable the Blood Lord was, the more hatred Camus's heart ignited.

In this way, Camus factored the **** lord's guilt and cut his body open with a knife, slashing the opponent lively.

Such a cruel and violent approach is simply the strongest deterrent to the blood lord.

Eventually, with the **** lord's miserable death, only a small number of the **** lord's men were completely lost in despair and collapse.

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