Step Back! Master is Here!

A muffled sound sounded.

Several people were shot with sharp arrows and suffered some injuries, both severe and light.

This round of feather arrows came really suddenly, and everyone didn't even have time to pull out the flying charm to bless the speed.

"The Dharma is boundless!" Three levels of "Spartan Warcry", Tang Luo blessed five people to ensure that three of them were still unlucky and had sufficient mobility.

Not to be shot dead next.

The other two were chosen randomly.

Li casually chopped off the arrow block in front of him, and very cleverly hid away from a large stone next to it.

Nan Taisheng used angry Zhu Qian as a meat shield.

After a while, the arrows stopped, and Tang Luo dropped a lot of arrows on the ground where they were, and some blood spilled on the ground.

Maeda Wang and others lost their combat power directly.

Leaning against the stone said that he could rescue him.

Li casually penetrated his arm with a feather arrow and pierced his shoulder with a feather arrow. It was not a serious injury, but he had no combat power for a short time.

Zhang Xiuping hit an arrow on his knee, but he was playing with a gun, sitting and lying down.

Tang Yuhan and Nan Taisheng were unharmed.

Tang Yuhan is holding Qian Qian's sword in his hands. If you look closely, you will find that the light of blood is entwined on the blade.

That's Tang Yuhan's ability, blood oath.

Blood gas can be wound around the weapon, and the enemy's blood can be absorbed when attacked, and used for their own purposes.

Nan Taisheng didn't use any weapons, but he still fists barely ... but he held Zhu Qian in his hand.

To be precise, it is the dead body that wishes thousands of deaths.

Just now Nan Taisheng used Zhu Zhuqian as a shield and blocked many arrows.

Zhu Qian had twenty arrows pierced on his body, and some of them were at the point of death.

Nan Taisheng didn't let down Zhu Qian, it doesn't matter if people die, they can still be used.

Zhu Qian's eyes widened, how could he never have thought of it before he died.

He did not die in the hands of people like Tang Luo, but in the end he was killed somehow by his own people.

He is the young master of the Black Heaven Shrine, the sole heir, do these people's brains break down?

"Oh, you accidentally killed Shao Gongzhu. Are you a bunch of idiots not looking at archery?"

A sound of pretending gesture came.

A group of people came out slowly, and more than fifty people surrounded Tangluo in groups.

Many people are holding bows and arrows, and the arrows behind them have been shot out.

Headed by a man dressed like Zhu Qian, he looks quite young with a malicious smile on his face.

The killers of the Black Sky Shrine did not answer his words.

It was just silent, exuding a sense of murderous demeanor, like a wolf hunting for food.

"No way, I made a mistake." The man looked at Tang Luo and said, "Hold your head to the palace lord and let him be."

The voice didn't fall, and a fist in front of him was constantly enlarged, and the strong wind blowing his hair.

The man's eyes widened, and for the first time he felt that he was too slow to be proud.

Ao Yulie punched the man's face with a punch, his nose broke, and his blood flowed.

His head flew up, slamming into the killer behind him.

Several people smashed into a ball and fell heavily on the ground. The headed man had no more air but no air.

"I thought it was a master ..." Ao Yulie shook off the blood on his hand, yanked it to the side, and seized a sharp sword in his hand.

One sword, one "Dragon Claw Gong", and one enemy ten, killing the mighty fish is relatively easy.

"what!"

Sweeping away the killer in front of him, Ao Yulie acted suddenly, and suddenly looked in the direction of Zhu Bu.

Over there, blood flashed.

It can be seen that the big men carrying the recliners have already lay on the ground, and their bodies are shaped like cadavers, without the robustness of their lives.

All flesh and blood disappeared completely.

Tang Yuhan, who was keen on qi and blood, also looked over there, his face agitated.

She felt that a large amount of blood was disappearing, as if the water had flowed into a bottomless pit.

"It hurts." Zhu Zhuan's voice came.

A figure slowly stood up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You can see that the wounds on Zhu ’s chest were constantly growing with granulation and entangled.

With a simple rise, the terrible wound had disappeared and he was completely restored.

I don't want to ask that the right hand is holding a black lotus knife.

The scabbard is nowhere to be found, the same black blade is not curved, three fingers wide, one edge is sharpened, and the top is curved.

Above it was a black flame.

There is no temperature at all, but it feels cold.

The blade touched the ground, the surrounding blood flowed around, entangled with the blade, and turned into a black flame.

Black Flame Demon Knife!

It appeared for the last time six years ago in the sight of Jianghu people, and has since disappeared.

It is named after the black flame of the blade.

Holder, never die!