A group of red shadows roared past the mountains and forests like a raging flood. The strong bloody aura directly made some low-level monsters who went out for food not dared to come forward, so they had to use it from a distance. Looking at the group of people passing by from not far away. /First. Issue
Soon after the red crowd flashed past, another black shadow jumped out from between the trees. He flashed and stayed on a tree trunk. He looked up at the red silhouettes that were immersed in the running wild, and couldn't help but wrinkle. He frowned, and said in a low voice: "If you drag on like this, I'm afraid Fan Tuan will have to chase him.
After a moment of pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and said to himself: "If there is no chance to start, then you can only act hard."
After speaking, his tiptoes branched again, and his body floated down, and then his figure continued to hang in front of the team.
Two teams with very different numbers of teams ran across the mountains and forests one after the other, separated by no more than a hundred meters.
After hanging tightly in the front team, Xiao Yan counted the time silently in his heart. After such a few minutes passed, he finally couldn't bear it. The team of Ling and the others stopped suddenly, and the heart jumped immediately, the speed slowed down, quietly climbed onto the branches, and cautiously approached the past.
In a clearing in the forest, Fan Ling waved his hand to stop the speed of the team. He calmly looked at a blood guard sent out to explore the way in front of him, and said coldly: "Are there movement ahead?"
"Young Sect Master, there are traces of human figures in the mountain road in front of us. After detection, it seems to be a person from the Black Skeleton Tomb." The blood guard knelt on one knee and reported in a respectful voice.
"Skull tomb?" Fan Ling's face changed slightly after hearing this: "We were also intercepted? How did they know our whereabouts?"
"Young Sect Master. Look at their appearance. It doesn't seem to be ambushing us. On the contrary, it seems to be looking for a remote mountain trail. In order to drive back to Skeleton City, the experienced Blood Guard was slightly late.
"Oh? Hey. I captured the ground-level fighting skills. Looking for a remote path and quietly rushing back to Skeleton City. This is really in line with the nature of those guys." His eyes narrowed slightly. Thinking of that volume made him coveted the "Three Thousand Thundering" body and fighting skills. Fan Ling's heart suddenly flashed with a fiery gaze sweeping around. Suddenly asked: "How many of them are there?"
"Exactly ten people."
"The Grey Skull guy is among them?" Fan Ling asked immediately. The gray skull in his mouth. It was at the auction yesterday. The middle-aged man in gray robes who competed with him for the "Three Thousand Thunders" land.
"It is based on the judgment of the subordinates. The opponent should have two strong fighting spirits and a big fighting master. The other places are at the level of fighting masters." The blood guard said in a deep voice.
"Two fighting spirits. Two big fighting masters?" muttered to himself in a low voice. After a long time. Fan Ling squinted slightly in his pupils with a greedy smile. With a wave of his hand, he said coldly: "Speed up. Catch up with the people in the Black Skull Graveyard. I didn't intend to hit them. But they just want to walk such mountain paths by themselves. That's no wonder Ben Shao's heart is dark. "
"Sect Master Sect Master said, our most important task at the moment is to escort the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill back to Twilight City. It is probably very detrimental to us." Fan Ling actually intends to intercept the position of the Black Skull Tomb. The old man who had been following him couldn't help but hurriedly dissuaded him.
"Elder Luo is worried that the opponent is far inferior to us in terms of number and overall strength. For the sake of a roll of ground-level fighting skills, we are worth the risk." Waved his hand, Fan Ling said lightly.
"After hearing this, Elder Na Luo was a bit late, and looked at the other old man beside him, and then looked at Fan Ling with a firm face and nodded helplessly.
"At that time, please trouble the two elders to hold the opponent's fighting spirit strong. I will lead the blood guard to eliminate the other people in the black skull tomb. This time, just like the people who surrounded and killed the Sky Snake Mansion, we must not leak half of them!" Fan Ling said coldly, killing the decisively, not even a little too late, he could be regarded as a character, but he was a bit too greedy.
As Fan Ling's voice fell, the group of blood guards nodded silently, without making any other unusual noises.
Nodded in satisfaction, Fan Ling waved his hand and took the lead and rushed into the forest.
Soon after Fan Ling and others disappeared, Xiao Yan's figure appeared on a large tree trunk, looking at the place where the former and others disappeared, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he whispered: "The guy who is not greedy, When you see good things, you want to snatch it this time. You are destined to be robbed."
With a light smile, Xiao Yan floated down the tree, then turned into a black shadow and rushed into the forest.
Xiao Yan's figure drifted in the forest. After nearly ten minutes, he suddenly slowed down, hiding his body behind a big tree, tilting his head slightly, and casting his gaze out.
At this time, in a clearing just tens of meters away from it, dozens of blood guards covered in blood were forming a circle, giving several people with black skulls in robes to them. Surrounding it, looking at the mess on the ground and the scars on their bodies, it was obvious that the two sides had already fought fiercely in the short period of time.
Not far from this battle circle, there are two more small battle circles. The four figures cross each other. The sharp weapons in their hands carry fierce strength and slash fiercely. Occasionally, the sword and lightsaber will fall into the air. Or the big tree was directly cut off at the waist. From this it can be seen that the two sides are actually fighting for life and death, without the slightest meaning of discussion.
"Have you been fighting? Sweeping through the messy open space, Xiao Yan glanced at the two small battle circles again. One of them was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, and it was the black skull tomb in the auction house yesterday. People.
"The people of the Black Skull Tomb, there are no people from the Heavenly Snake Mansion who are muttering in Xiao Yan's heart.
The bloody blood guard has already started offensive again, and the blood coming in is almost disgusting, and under those dozens of dazzling blood knives, the eight people in the Black Skull Tomb, except for the two masters, still gritted their teeth and insisted. Apart from that, the others were directly hacked to death, and their deaths were very miserable.
"call out!"
The dark cold arrow suddenly shot out from the side. The arrow carried a strong blood, and plunged into the throat of a big fighter fiercely like a lightning. The huge force contained in it directly caused the arrow body to come from the latter's throat. Penetrating out, the nail finally swayed sharply on a tree trunk.
Xiao Yan's gaze swept along the direction of Leng Jian's shot. It turned out that the person who shot was Fan Ling holding a longbow. At this time, after killing a major fighter, he raised his bow again and pointed it at another major fighter. Fighter.
Seeing Fan Ling's arrow pointed at him, the face of the great fighting master changed drastically, and the fighting energy in his body was surging. In an instant, a pair of rough fighting gas armor was condensed on the surface of the body. The strength, I'm afraid it will be around two stars or three stars.
"Hey, do you want to block my bloody arrows with this broken battle armor?" Fan Ling could not help but sneered when he saw the big battle master's actions. The burst shot out as a ray of blood, like lightning, and violently collided with the vindictive armor. Suddenly, a toothy crunch rang.
The creaking sound did not last long, but it stopped because of the bloody long arrow, which directly corroded the fighting spirit armor into a small hole. The long arrow went through the hole into the throat of the great fighting master.
Looking indifferently at the Great Fighter who fell to the ground, Fan Ling glanced at the two Great Fighters who were dying to fight back and killed nearly ten Blood Guards. He couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart. These Blood Guards were cultivated. Not easy
"Fortunately, there were three thousand thunderbolts to compensate. Fan Ling felt a little better now. He turned his head and looked coldly at the other two black skull tombs that were dragged by the two elders, two strong fighting spirits. , Said faintly: "Moorhan, hand over "Three Thousand Thunders" yourself, I will leave you a whole body. "
With a gloomy face, the opponent in front of him attacked away, and the middle-aged man who became Moorhan said with a hoarse voice: "Fan Ling, you will regret it!"
With a cold smile, Fan swings the bow and arrow slightly to point at another strong fighting spirit. The arrow tip is bloody, and the pupils shrink at this moment. At a certain moment, he finally found the strong fighting spirit. The flaw forced by the person on his side, the finger loosened, and the blood arrow shot out. After an instant, the strong fighting spirit was shot into the chest by a long arrow.
"Death to death!"
The fighting spirit powerhouse of the Black Skull Tomb was also fierce. He was seriously injured by Fan Ling's Leng Arrow. The blood in his mouth kept spitting out, but he lost a weapon in his hand and frantically resisted the drama of his opponent's arm being chopped off by a knife. Pain, the other arm entangled the latter tightly, and shouted with a sullen face: "Bone burst!"
"Elder Han, go back!" Fan Ling's expression changed and hurriedly shouted when he saw the black skull tomb powerhouse with a weird complexion suddenly.
"Boom!"
Just after Fan Ling shouted, the strong fighting spirit suddenly exploded, and the violent energy fluctuations of the explosion directly lifted nearly half a foot of mud from the nearby ground, and the strong fighting spirit of the blood sect was also bombed. Ragged and ragged, his face was so pale that he almost hung over in one breath.
"Damn it!" Seeing that Elder Han, who had lost his life but temporarily lost his combat effectiveness, Fan Ling shouted angrily, waved his palm, and said coldly: "The Blood Guard listened to the order, besieged Morhan!"
"Yes!" With Fan Ling's order coming down, the remaining 20 or so blood guards stood up again with the long swords in their hands that were still bloodstained, and then, with a bloody breath, they went to kill Moorhan. .
Siege and anti-siege are going on cruelly in this open space!
There is a strong fighting spirit on the front. There are dozens of powerful blood guards in the front, and there are dozens of powerful blood guards attacking, and you have to be careful of Fan Ling’s cold arrow outside the field. Under such extreme distraction, Moorhan is in After only holding on for a few minutes, he was forced out of the flaw by the elder Luo. Although he was desperately fighting back to make Elder Denaruo injured, he was completely beaten by the latter's fierce palm. Fainted.
"Pooh"
Holding his chest, the elder Luo took a few breaths, spit out a mouthful of blood, and glanced at the only a dozen blood guards left and the seriously injured elder Han, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, unexpectedly these black skulls The people in the tomb are so brave and fearless of death, a hard fight.
Seeing that Moorhan was finally in a coma, Fan Ling, who had been pulling his bowstring off the court, breathed a sigh of relief. Cut Moorhan's neck with a grim face, completely knotting him off.
The tip of the knife was lightly picked, and the ring on Moorhan's finger was picked up. Fan Ling hurriedly flipped it. After a while, a touch of unconcealed ecstasy surged on his face. With a sway of his palm, a simple silver scroll appeared. Up in the hands.
"Haha, thunderbolt 3000, damn it, finally fell into my hands. After I learn the meeting, even if it is the strongest fighting king, what can you do with me? Haha!" Holding the scroll tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help laughing up to the sky. .
In Fan Ling's gaffe and laughter, a suction suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the silver scroll flew out in an instant, and was finally caught by a slender palm at will.
"Hehe, thank you Sect Master Fan Ling for your hard work, but it's better to help keep this thing under."
On a tree trunk, a black robe flashed strangely, and on his palm, the silver ground level fighting skill was shining in the sunlight, reflecting a faint luster.