Thunder Martial

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A group of people with purple eyes went straight to the depths. During this period, all the ancient beasts that were seen would be killed by two people.

All the way deep, they found fewer and fewer ancient beasts, the descendants of pure blood ancient beasts, and even one did not see.

In the past few days, they have only killed two common animals.

In this regard, the monk was deeply dissatisfied, threatened that his teeth had not been drinking blood for a long time, and became hungry and thirsty, and the spirited mouse only slightly corrected it, saying that this is the saber tooth of the saber-toothed leopard. The monk is a fat man.

"The game of defeating the family, looking for the ancient beast can not find, find the inheritance also found, and now even the best Yuan stone can not pull, you have what use."

The inaction of the spirited mouse made the monk very dissatisfied, and the squirrels licked the innocent little eyes and shouted again and again, because many ancient beasts entered the depths.

"Hey, there are traces of fighting, it seems that it didn't take long." Seeing the mess around, there were red blood on the ground, and the monk was shocked.

"It's not like fighting with ancient beasts. Instead, human beings kill each other. I don't know which two forces are fighting."

Seeing the traces of the battlefield, the monk analyzed that the purple scorpion just glanced at it and ignored it.

If it is a battle between humans and ancient beasts, he may be interested. As for humans, especially the struggle between the two forces, he has no interest.

The people came forward again, and during this period, the battle marks left by the ground are also increasing.

"Don't these two forces enter the depths while playing." The monk guessed.

As we move forward, the traces of the battle become more apparent. The land is raging and not messy, but at the end of the messy earth, on the edge of a huge crack, a human corpse lies quietly there.

This is a figure of **** body, many injuries on the body, **** and fuzzy, motionless, like a long time to die.

"A dead body, it is really suffocating." Far from seeing the dead body, the monk frowned, felt the suffocation, and went straight.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and said: "Maybe there is a spiritual ring."

It is worthy of being a greedy monk. Even the little compassion is not there. Even the dead are not let go, and they rush straight toward the dead body.

The purple scorpion did not pay attention to the monk. It is obvious that the spiritual ring on the corpse has been taken away.

"Purple, you are coming, this person is still alive." Suddenly, the monk gave an exclamation.

"Always still alive, then you can save him with Bao Dan." Zi Yan has some accidents, still no past. In this ancient battlefield, it is too normal to die, and Zi Yan is not a compassionate generation, too lazy to pay attention.

"Come on Bao Dan, I will save him." The monk shouted.

The purple faint expression was solidified, and his face changed instantly. He had already heard the seriousness and anxiety in the monk's words, and then the monk shouted again, "He is Wang Shan."

"What, Wang Shan." The face of Zi Yan changed again and turned into a golden light, and instantly came to Wang Shan.

Wang Shanzhou has at least dozens of wounds, and the blood in his body is almost drained. There is only a slight faint breath between the breath, and the vitality weakens to the extreme.

Seems to feel the arrival of the purple sable, Wang Shan actually opened his eyes slowly, and then, in the gray eyes of the dead, there is even light, "Sister brother."

He took a lot of effort and shouted out these three words. The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Don't talk, I will save you first." Zi Yan's face became gloomy and screamed. Wang Shan's injury was very heavy, and his life was not much. If they came later, Wang Shan would die.

Who knows that Wang Shan heard, even shook his head in a difficult way, whispered: "No useless, I can't do it, you go to save the sister, she is."

Wang Shan was very weak, his speech was intermittent, and he was weak. In the end, he did not finish a sentence. In the eyes of the big one, he gradually lost his fascination and his vitality dissipated.

"Dead." Seeing Wang Shan, who lost his vitality, the monk had a faint look on his face.

"Shut up, you are dead and vulture, he is not dead, and there is a heartbeat." Zi Yan touched the heart of Wang Shan, and there was a very weak heartbeat, and instantly took out Bao Dan, shouting loudly: "The soul rat ""

The lingering mouse has already arrived at the purple sable. I heard that it was a sorrowful scream, and the second thing was that the little claws were pointing to the heart. The next moment, a drop of blood and blood appeared.

There are five drops of blood, and the light flashes in front of the purple sable. After that, Bao Dan mixes the blood of the ancient beast and sends it into Wangshankou.

This is the Baodan that was robbed from the Ning family. It is the same as the previous sable, and it can live and die. When it appears, there is a sigh of life, and at the moment, it is with the blood of the spiriting mouse. The efficacy of the drug can be stronger.

The entrance to Baodan was instant, and a thick breath of life rushed toward Wangshan. He had a very weak heartbeat. Under the package of this vitality, he gradually became stronger.

And the face of the dead gray Wang Shan, his face is once again shining.

The life of Baodan, as well as the blood of the spiriting mouse, melted in the body of Wangshan, and then rushed to the limbs. The wounds of Wangshan’s body were healed under the naked eye, crusted, and finally fell, revealing Guanghua’s skin.

It is worthy of the value of millions of Baodan, with extraordinary efficacy, just to take Wangshan back from the hands of death.

Just before and after, the heart of Wang Shan, once again powerfully beating, and gradually lost vitality, once again became strong.

This time, Wang Shan is only one line away from death. Although the effect of Bao Dan is strange, it cannot be restored to the heyday in the interest of the same purple sable.

In the eyes of Wang Shan, he recovered his fascination again, and then he felt the deep vitality in the body.

"Sister brother, this." Although he is still weak, his speech has become soliar, his eyes are incredible.

"What happened in the end, how could you be surrounded?" Zi Yan asked, his face was very gloomy. He had just heard something about Wang Xianer.

"Go to save my sister, she is in front, hurry to go." Wang Shan was sober and screamed.

"Xian Er, she was besieged, where is she." Zi Yan's gloomy face, there is a killing.

"Go, if it is late, the sister may be killed by the eight major forces." Wang Shan anxiously pointed in one direction.

The thick murder is transformed into the killing of the sky, and the purple scorpion is screaming at the sky. "The eight forces, I want you to die."

"Capricorn, follow me."

With a burst of sizzling, the sable has become a golden light, showing the strongest speed, rushing to the front, followed by a black light next to it, it is the konjac.

"I will go too." I felt the scorpion of the purple scorpion, and the squirrels naturally felt the seriousness of the matter, and immediately turned into a light to keep up.

"Give me back, hug him and go." But before the squirrels came forward, they were caught by the monk and then let it go with Wang Shan.

"I hugged him." A sneak peek, he is less than a metre, while humans are close to two meters.

"You don't have a bit of fighting power, you don't hug, hurry, keep up." The monk has already reached hundreds of meters away, and the saber teeth appear in the hands, flashing and shining, making a voice.

The spirited mouse is in a hurry, but in desperation, only holding Wangshan to keep up, Wang Shan is still very weak, but still dumbfounded, staring at the squirrel, and his heart whispered, "This is an ancient beast."

All the way to escape, watching the companion die, Wang Yan's eyes are full of pain, a thick remorse spread in the bottom of my heart.

As the leader of the team, he was miscalculated. The strength of the Golden Lion is far beyond his imagination. Although everyone has been successfully killed, everyone has been seriously injured. The eight major forces have appeared so suddenly.

At this moment, he was bathed in blood and pulled Wang Xianer to run away, but as the injury increased, the speed of the two became slower and slower.

Suddenly, Wang Hao was awkward and almost fell down.

"Brother." Wang Xianer was shocked. She used to be a peerless beauty, but now, the peerless face has been infested with tears and blood, and Xianyan is no longer there.

"I'm fine." Wang Hao opened, but then, it was a cough of blood, his eyes were still firm, and Wang Xianer was taken away.

"Brother, we fight with them." Seeing Wang Hao's injury worsened, Wang Xianer's big eyes were full of coldness, and her tears had already drained. At this moment, only the killing was in my heart.

"Go." Wang Hao shook his head, just pulling Wang Xianer to accelerate.

"Spell with them, I will commit suicide in the end." Wang Xianer firmly said.

"Suicide, haha, do you think that suicide can solve everything? Even if it is suicide, we have a way to torture you." The cold laughter sounded, and the eight powerful people chased it up.

"kill."

The pursuit of the soldiers has arrived, and the escape has not helped, so the two turned back and killed.

The sword and the sword are flashing, and the violent murder is displayed.

Wang Hao and Wang Xianer, surrounded by the crowd, the two back to back, there are wounds around the body, fresh ~ blood continues to flow, and at the feet of the two, there are several bodies lying.

The two are enchanting, even if they are seriously injured, it is not a general genius to kill.

The team of 39 people has been chasing all the way. At present, there are less than 20 people, and nearly half of them have been damaged.

"The **** barbaric dog has killed us many people, and will certainly punish you well. Even if you die, I will also marry your soul." One of the leaders, the evil road, is full of grievances.

The eight leaders, there are still six left, as for the other two, I wonder if it is dead.

Wang Hao’s expression was very cold, and he did not speak. In his hand, the falling Qingfeng sword dropped fresh blood, and there were others.

Wang Xianer is holding a sharp edge from the hands of ~www.ltnovel.com~, the sharp blade drops blood, this is used to kill the enemy, while the left hand is a short sword held, which is reserved for himself.

"Kill, first cut the man to me, and then, in front of him, do this woman."

As the cold voice fell, another round of attacks began.

In the blink of a knife, there are two geniuses, and Wang Wei’s injuries are even heavier, and he is almost unable to hold on.

"Brother, I will take a step first." In the face of death, Wang Xianer was very calm, and the short sword in his hand slowly lifted up and pointed at his heart.

"Sorry, my brother didn't protect you." Wang Hao's eyes were full of sorrow, but the coldness of his body was more prosperous. He would not commit suicide because he wanted to kill the enemy.

"Block her, stop her, and give it to me." Seeing the short beggars will fall in the heart, the leaders of the eight major forces shouted.

"Hey."

At this time, a horrible killing came out from afar.