Gamers Are Fierce

The ancient sword penetrated the eye socket and stabbed out from the back of the head.

Before Yin Hong's blood slipped from the tip of the sword, it was swallowed up by the red lotus karma fire.

The ferocious expression on the white-browed old man's face instantly became stiff and dull.

The look in his eyes quickly disappeared, as if he had fallen into some kind of confusion.

The red lotus karma fire is still burning. Although it is close at hand, I can't feel any heat.

Even if the host dies, the intensity of the fire cannot be reduced, but instead explodes further.

It spreads along the blade like a snake.

Li Ang released the hilt of the sword and released a [Debris Scatter], knocking the white-browed old man's body away far away.

With the help of the push, he landed lightly on the ground, flicking his black cloak, free and easy.

If this Siemens face could be more handsome, he would surely win countless hearts.

Young Master! Calm down!

Song Jie, who was swollen all over, tightly wrapped his arms around Gong Yang Han's body and shouted sternly: Senior, his sacrifice was to buy you time to escape!

You can't live up to his hard work just for revenge! !

Let me go!

Gong Yanghan's face was ashen, and veins popped out from the corners of his eyes.

The white-browed old man watched him grow up, and he was both a servant and a teacher to him.

The teacher was murdered in front of his eyes, how could he not have his eyes torn apart?

But at this moment, his mana was exhausted and all his subordinates were dead or injured.

Nearby is the enigmatic Taoist Siemens, and in the distance is the silently peeping Wu Dewei Ti Qi...

Let me go!

Gong Yanghan roared angrily and stretched out his arms with all his strength, trying to break free from Song Jie's restraints.

However, this guy didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and his brute strength was comparable to that of a demon.

The hoop was so tight that Gong Yanghan's ribs were almost broken, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't even breathe.

No! I won't let go,

Song Jie roared righteously,

Mycelium has grown under his eyelids, and his whole face is swollen as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee. If I let go of the young master, you will definitely rush forward and fight Master Siemens to the death!

Even if I sacrifice my life today, I will protect you!

I will die if you don't let me go!

Gong Yanghan was furious and hit Song Jie behind him on the waist and abdomen with his elbow.

Taking advantage of the gap where the latter slightly loosened his arms, he suddenly broke away,

He turned around and slapped Song Jie on the face.

He had tolerated Song Jie for a long time, and now he took action with anger.

He actually blasted Song Jie's entire head into pieces, and personally killed the last member of the White Lotus cult following him.

Kick, kick,

Song Jie's headless body took a few steps back, swaying and kneeling on the ground.

The body continued to expand, and endless pale hyphae grew out of the skin pores all over the body, like round dandelions.

Gong Yanghan didn't pay attention to Song Jie's body, while using his remaining mana to resist the erosion of hyphae in his body,

While reaching for his arms,

Prepare to take out the secret treasure with great side effects and activate the treasure so that you can escape from this underground palace.

As long as he can escape from here, he can ask for help from his father Guangmu Dharma Protector, attract thousands of White Lotus elites, and level Luzhou City!

Let Wu Dewei, Xichang, and Siemens all pay the price! !

Zheng——

The rain of crossbow arrows tore through the air, and several flying swords flew across the ground and struck.

In the distance, Wude Wei Tiqi saw Gong Yanghan take out a piece of wrinkled talisman paper and did not bother to remind Taoist Ximenzi,

He took action in a hurry to stop Gong Yanghan before he tore the talisman paper.

The ancient flying sword shattered layers of barriers on Young Master Bai Lian's body, and clusters of fine steel arrows penetrated Gong Yanghan's body, causing him to vomit a mouthful of scarlet blood.

But a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He held the talisman firmly with his palm, feeling the crazy devouring desire coming from the talisman itself.

Resolutely and resolutely put all his magic power, energy and even his future life into it,

Little by little, slowly tear open the cinnabar talisman paper...

Little Lord--

A low and resentful voice suddenly sounded in front of him. Gong Yanghan felt his eyes go dark and subconsciously looked up.

Then he saw a giant dandelion flying in front of him.

The headless Song Jie was floating in the air, his body swollen like a balloon.

From the cross section of the broken neck, a low and hoarse voice came out, Where are you? Why can't I see you?

Gong Yanghan's scalp exploded, and he desperately tore open the talisman paper regardless of the talisman's squeeze on his life span.

found it....

The neck of Song Jie's floating body was aimed at the frightened Gong Yanghan.

He pinched Young Master Bai Lian's wrist with both hands.

So, you are here...

boom!

Song Jie suddenly exploded,

Fire shot up into the sky, and the explosion shock wave directly flew away several flying swords that were swooping down, slamming them against the stone wall, clinking to the ground, and stopped moving.

In the distance, Li Yushan and Yu Qingqiu reluctantly opened their eyes, which were blinded by the strong light, and looked intently.

Only the place where Song Jie originally floated was empty. The bluestone floor tiles below were missing, leaving a charred, sunken earth pit.

And that Gong Yanghan... only a pair of blackened calves were still standing there.

The other body parts were scattered somewhere in the underground palace.

Young Master Bai Lian died.

well,

Taoist Siemens sighed and shook his head gently, The deep love between master and servant is really touching.

It's a pity that these White Lotus sect started a war before the war, surrendered during the war, took credit after the war, and had no internal strife.

When gathered, it is like a pile of shit; when scattered, it is like a pile of shit.

Such a disorganized group has no enthusiasm, but it is destined to fail to achieve great things.

He turned around, looked at Miss Chai, and said calmly: Next, let's resolve the matter between us.