Doomsday Rise

Master Xiao's face was extremely pale, his body was shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether he was afraid or angry, or both. The swordsman was tense, guarding in front of the young master, staring at everyone with vigilance.

"This matter is actually a misunderstanding." Young Master's voice was bitter, and he was as proud as he was. Saying this sentence is undoubtedly bowing his head.

The black-faced god, Tong Xiaoxiao, Lu Yan, and others surrounded the two with cold eyes without emotion.

Liu Weian picked up his ears, gently dusted the dust off, walked in front of Yan'er, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yaner bit her lower lip, Mei Mei was already wet, she shook her head hard. With this movement, the two bronze steel knives around the neck turned into powder and fell.

If this scene is seen by others, it must jump up in surprise, but at this moment, no one cares.

"I'm not afraid, it's all over." Liu Wei'an took out the potion and connected Yaner's ears. "World of Warcraft" is good at this, no matter how serious the injury, as long as it doesn't die, it can be cured quickly. Broken arms and legs can be connected as long as the potion is good enough. And it wo n’t take long to heal, it ’s amazing.

The ears are just a piece of meat. After the medicine is connected, a cup of tea is running out of time and no trace is visible. As long as you don't pull with force, it won't fall. Full healing is expected to take an hour.

"I think we can talk about it." Seeing Liu Wei'an looking over, Young Master seriously said that he had restored peace.

"What are you waiting for? Have lunch?" Liu Weian said coldly.

"Liu Wei'an, do you know who we are?" Young Master's face changed greatly, but he no longer had time to speak. The black-faced **** and Tong Xiaoxiao rushed to him at the same time, and the swordsman was stared at by Lu Yan for the first time .

The young master turned out to be a gold-level master, and his strength was extremely powerful. Although it was just the beginning of the golden age, he was alone in blocking the black-faced **** and the boy, and he was in the upper hand. Make the black-faced **** startled and angry.

He is also a gold-level master, suppressed by other gold-level masters, how can this be tolerated. His eyes were red, and his thick-backed leopard-knife was faster than a knife.

On the other side, the fight between Lu Yan and the swordsman seemed less intense, but the danger was even more black-faced. As long as one mistake was made, it was the end of death. The swordsman's sword is tight, attacking like a snake out of a hole, as fast as lightning, and defending like a cable across the river.

Lu Yan's blood-thirsty killing technique was helpless for swordsmen. However, all this changed momentarily when Nie Pohu raised his bow.

The young master and swordsman both felt locked by a terrible murderous act. The feeling was like the sleeping beasts of the wild wasteland opened their eyes, and they were unfortunately just in front of the beasts of the wild wasteland.

Ru Mang's back was not enough to describe the mood of the two people. Half of his mind was on Nie Pohu, but this way, the reaction was difficult to be round and perfect, and he was immediately lu Yan, black-faced **** and Tong Xiaoxiao. Seized the opportunity.

laugh--

A bloodstain appeared on the young master's face and almost cut off his left ear. Young Master turned pale and his eyes were full of anger.

when--

Tong Xiaoxiao's attacking hammer suddenly held the blade of the black face god. The two forces intersected. If Tong Xiaoxiao was struck by lightning, he retreated three meters. The black face **** was also shocked, his arms were numb, and he was almost killed Yi Jian split his head and yelled at Tong Xiaoxiao, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know." Tong Xiaoxiao was aggressive.

Beating, Tong Xiao's small hammer suddenly hit the head of the black-faced god, and the black-faced **** jumped with lightning, and the strong wind from the hammer was blown on his face

A bloodstain appeared.

"You're crazy!" Black Face was furious.

"I don't know what happened?" Tong Xiaoxiao was innocent.

"Be careful--" Blackface was too late to blame, and when the sword light turned, the grid blocked Young Master from being a sword.

Tong Xiaoxiao was startled with cold sweat, and almost the sword was about to open his neck. This time, he was very cautious, with a bit of strength in every move, and a cold knife rolled over from the edge.

brush--

With the blood splashing, he lost at least a pound of meat on his thigh.

"What are you doing?" Tong Xiaoxiao's sore face was deformed, and he looked at the black-faced **** with very innocent eyes.

"It's the kid's ghost." The black-faced **** blushed.

"I know, but you are too harsh." Tong Xiaoxiao was aggrieved. I hit you twice, but there was no fart. You gave me a sudden, and directly cut off a pound of meat.

"I didn't do it to you." Black-faced God was angry.

"But you take your time, hey--" Tong Xiao's voice didn't fall, and there was a blood mark on his body. If it wasn't fast, he would have to divide the body.

"This kid is weird, so be careful."

"I'm very careful, but-oops-" Tong Xiaoxiao held his head back, his scalp lost a large part, and became bald.

"I Cao—" The black-faced **** was shocked and angry, "I don't believe what a ghost thing is-it's not good again, you walked away-"

唰 ——

Two fingers fell to the ground, and Tong Xiaoxiao's tears were almost coming out. The pain was one thing, and the focus was on humiliation. He is silver, the black-faced **** is gold, and the black-faced **** cannot attack him.

"You don't have to go, I can do it alone"-once again hurt Tong Xiaoxiao, the black-faced **** was embarrassed.

When Tong Xiaoxiao exited the battlefield with infinite grievances, Nie Pohu seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.

The arrow came out like a meteor, passing through the flash that passed away, hitting the swordsman's temple, and the energy of bursting the rune and arrow shattered the swordsman's body. Lu Yan suddenly approached, and the dazzling sword-mang cut through the sky and passed away. When the figures were separated, the swordsman stood still. Only a few seconds later, he saw a thin blood mark appearing from his neck.

boom!

The swordsman fell straight up and down, and the loud voice sounded like a thunder in the ears of the young master.

嗖 ——

Nie Pohu fired the second arrow. The distance of twenty meters seemed to be non-existent. The arrow passed through the shoulder of the young master and shot a dozen meters into the tree with a ray of blood, three inches deep.

Young Master's face turned pale, and he could no longer maintain the upper hand in front of the black-faced god.

"Banxian should see the source of this person?" Liu Wei'an glanced at Xu Banxian.

Ever since Yaner felt the uncontrolled release of the murderous cold that she didn't even understand, Xu Banxian's attention has been on her body, feeling that the bronzes have been frozen into powder, and he has a potty face It was shaking a few times. Hearing Liu Weian's words, his eyes moved a few times, which seemed to be an unconscious behavior, because no matter how he turned, he could not see clearly.

"This is a star-crossing movement of the Murong family."

"Duan Zhuan Xing Yi?" Liu Wei'an flashed in his eyes, the name sounded very domineering.

嗖 ——

Nie Pohu fired the third arrow, this arrow is his famous stunt ‘arc arrow’, the master blocked the box and the arrow penetrated

With his right shoulder, the sword fell weakly.

When 啷 ——

If the main face is dead.

"Boy, are you arrogant? How can you be arrogant even if you don't have your hands?" The black-faced sword cut off his two arms directly. Several pieces of equipment on the master's body automatically emitted light defense, but the black The thick-backed panther head knife of the **** is also a golden object, and it is easily crushed.

"Actually, we don't have to be the enemy." Douda's sweat burst from the head of the young master, but the person was strong-willed and said nothing.

Liu Wei'an looked at him with a mocking smile.

"I know you. You are an ambitious person. The forces behind me are beyond your imagination. If you have my help, you can surely control the Blue City in the shortest time." Shaozhu stared at Liu Wei'an, gritted his teeth, "Kill me, it won't do you any good. On the contrary, you will get a very powerful enemy."

"Strong?" Liu Wei'an dismissed. "I don't think so."

"I admit that this is my intention, but the power behind me is by no means you can imagine that offending me is not good for you." Young Master said.

"You still don't know where you are wrong." Liu Wei'an lost his interest in speaking, left a sentence, and returned to the Blue City with Yaner.

"Don't let him die too easily!"

"Boss rest assured, I will make him die very fulfilled." The black face promised loudly, his expression excited.

...

Ghetto, desert gang site.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" The gang members of the desert asked the first sentence, and a sharp arrow burst through the air, piercing his throat.

"Somebody's making trouble--" The second person walked into the companion's footsteps before he finished speaking, and fell down, covering his throat.

"Ah-" The scream of the third person before his death shocked the entire desert gang, and a large number of footsteps rang from it, at least thirty people.

Tong Xiaoxiao and Lu Yan shot into the gate like tigers. The people rushing out of it only felt the silhouette flashing. Two people's necks had been cut off. Lu Yan's hand flashed like a flash of electricity, and the three of them fell straight.

Tong Xiaoxiao's body was so strong that he blocked most of the road by himself. He killed the Yuanyuan Hammer and swept across the army with a force of sweeping thousands of troops. The desert gang were so frightened that they had to stop.

Black Bull, Yellow Bull, and Stone Bull led members of the Ping An team to kill them from the edge ~ www.readwn.com ~ Nie Pohu turned over the wall and stood high, with the bow string vibrating, members of the desert gang fell one after another Next, none of his followers could run away.

The masters of the Desert Gang were taken away by the young master, and there were only four gold-level masters sitting in town. One of them was shot by Lu Yan and Nie Pohu in a flash, and then Lu Yan entangled one and Nie Pohu aimed One, the black-faced **** who arrived in time stopped the last person. The moment Lu Yan killed his opponent, the fate of the desert gang was doomed.

The battle was over quickly, and it was about twenty minutes before and after. Some members of the Desert Gang were confused without even understanding what was happening.

Shi Niu led people to copy the desert gang's home as quickly as possible and returned to the south of the city.

"Isn't it for you to torture that shit-boss fiercely?" Tong Xiao looked at the black-faced **** in wonder, "Why are you here so fast, and your hands are too heavy?"

"I cut him into a stick and planted it on the ground, and then applied honey to the wound." The black face smiled proudly.

Shi Niu and others listened, and couldn't help but pull away from the black-faced god.