Yuan Meng looked at the setting sun solemnly.
Setting Yang laughed nonchalantly, and said: "You and I are not people with ink marks. Although we have only been together for more than a year, I already regard you as a good brother. There is a lot of nonsense, so there is no need to say more."
"My life was picked up by Xiang Nan, and you are the people Xiang Nan cares about most, you know what I mean."
"If you also treat me as a brother, then take Xiao Jun and Fourth Highness to leave, go!"
Yuan Meng gritted his teeth, he hugged the fourth prince and Xiao Jun with his left and right arms, and immediately broke through the wall and flew towards the distance.
In the sky, Yuan Meng's eyes were red, and he glanced at the restaurant behind.
The setting sun was already flying up, he bowed his body, violently released his stellar energy, and roared: "Go! Go quickly, don't look back!"
That Yuan Meng turned his head and looked into the distance, his face was expressionless, but tears were streaming down his face.
The dignified five-meter man was forced to shed tears in the sky.
Above the city, the setting sun gulped down the last of the wine in the jar, wiped his mouth, laughed loudly, and said, "Come on!"
call!
A flame came from far to near, and suddenly stopped in front of the setting sun, and it was the red-haired man.
Facing the setting sun, the red-haired man turned his head to look at the direction Yuan Meng and the others were fleeing, and said, "It was you who killed my righteous brother."
The setting sun laughed loudly: "Not only did I kill that little bastard, I also killed you with my own hands!"
The red-haired man nodded, and said: "That's right, well done, you know, the more you annoy me, the worse your death will be."
After all, the man raised his right hand, and a lotus flower appeared in his palm.
Setting Yang didn't talk nonsense, threw away the wine jar, roared and rushed towards the red-haired man.
The man raised his long legs, and with a clanging leg, he swept over Can Yang's shoulder, his long legs burst into flames, and actually bounced back Can Yang.
The setting sun hugged his shoulders and roared, "Comet!"
He used his martial arts and rushed towards the red-haired man like a comet.
The red-haired man shook his head: "It's such a trivial trick, it's unsightly."
As he said that, the man raised his hand and pointed, and a petal turned into a purple flame.
Whoosh!
That flame pierced through Setting Yang's body easily.
The man plucked another flower petal, and another line of fire pierced through the setting sun's body again.
The setting sun was also extremely sturdy, he insisted on holding on, and was pierced through his body twice in a row, and he stood up in front of the red-haired man, hitting the man's face with an iron fist.
The man was beaten into a beam of light! Tilted and exploded in the city pool.
boom!
Hundreds of buildings were floated up by the bombardment and crushed into powder in the air.
Setting Yang, on the other hand, clutched his chest, coughing up blood, his body was on the verge of falling.
Soon, the red-haired man flew up from below again, his cheeks were bruised and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
"I'll see how long you can hold on." The red-haired man raised his right hand, another purple flame pierced through the body of Setting Yang.
The setting sun laughed, howled and rushed towards the man, swinging his big fist...
The red-haired man raised his hand and pointed, and a burst of purple flames directly blasted Setting Yang's fist away!
The setting sun hit him with a knee.
The red-haired man was another purple flame, piercing through the setting sun's knee.
"Tch." The red-haired man shook his head disdainfully, he grabbed Cang Yang's shoulder with his left hand, pointed at Cang Yang's heart with his right hand, and said, "Die, trash."
puff!
A purple flame pierced through the setting sun's heart!
With a smile on his face, the setting sun fell downwards.
The red-haired man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around, and flew in the direction where Yuan Meng was fleeing.
But suddenly, he couldn't fly anymore. He looked down and saw that his feet were hugged by the setting sun that flew up again.
"Still dead?" The red-haired man frowned, he condensed a wisp of purple flames on his fist, and punched him hard on the face of Setting Yang.
This punch turned the setting sun's eyes white, his seven orifices bled, and he staggered towards the ground.
The red-haired man turned around to chase Yuan Meng, but his feet sank, he looked down, and the setting sun flew up to hug his feet again.
"Huh? The vitality is so tenacious, it doesn't look like a human being." The red-haired man was very interested. He grabbed Canning Yang's neck, lifted him up high, and said, "Tell me, what race are you?"
"Say it, and I can kill you to death."
"Ha...haha..." Setting Yang laughed weakly twice.
spit!
A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat on the red-haired man's face.
The red-haired man's face darkened, he wiped his face, and pointed his index finger at Can Yang's shoulder.
puff!
A flame pierced through the setting sun's shoulder.
"Apologize." The red-haired man said coldly.
The setting sun laughed.
The red-haired man aimed his index finger at the other shoulder of Setting Yang, and another flame pierced through it.
"Apologize."
The setting sun laughed louder and louder: "Your grandma is a grandson!"
"Stubborn, very good." The red-haired man wrapped the purple fire around his palm, and pressed it against the setting sun's chest.
His palm, touching the setting sun's chest, began to slowly push in.
The mighty body of the setting sun was forced to burn out a handprint, and as the man advanced, the handprint was still sinking, and continued to sink.
Setting Yang's face was as pale as paper from the pain, and even his face began to look hideous.
The red-haired man approached the setting sun's face, and said with a sneer, "Do you think that the world still belongs to you people from the upper plane?"
"If you think so, you are very wrong."
"Does it hurt? Let me see how long you can last."
"Well, as long as you apologize, I will give you a happy one."
At this time, the palm of the red-haired man had already penetrated into the setting sun's body, even pressed through the rib layer, and burned all the connection points of the ribs in the setting sun.
Setting Yang smiled weakly: "I used to think that the biggest enemy was...cough, cough, the monster race..."
"That's right, cough, demons..."
"Only they, ahem, can commit such a crime against human beings."
"But I really, heck, he really didn't expect that the ones who harmed human beings in this way are actually, heck, you as human beings."
"The morals of the world have really changed. People hurt others. It's really a killer."
The red-haired man shook his head and said: "You still have the strength to punish me, it seems that I am too light."
At this time, a strong fluctuation of the earth element appeared in the distance.
A person flew across the sky quickly, turned back, hovered in the air, looked at the red-haired man and setting sun, and asked, "Where are the others?"
The red-haired man said: "Run to the east, go after it."
The earth warrior nodded, turned and flew away.
"Stop for me!" Setting Yang roared loudly and struggled, his eyeballs were blood red, and he wanted to catch the earth warrior: "If you want to chase me, brother, step on my corpse first!"
The red-haired man exerted force with his hands, until the face of the struggling setting sun turned purple.
"Where are you going?" The red-haired man said with a half-smile, "I can't even survive myself, and you still want to save others?" "You so-called scum of the upper plane, you really can't be sympathetic."