"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
boom!
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
That disgusting thing slithered over like a snake and headed straight for the girl. The girl's face has turned pale, her body is twisting and turning, and her arms, legs, and slender waist wrapped in silk threads are all bleeding. The more he struggled, the more his clothes were torn, and the more attractive his body looked.
The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite afraid of her arrows. He raised his hands, and a dark black light shield appeared above his head. Arrows of golden light continued to fall, hitting the light shield like heavy rain. The light shield flickered and flickered, and it was obvious that it would not last long.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
The old man who was chewing on an arm raised his head and glanced at it, and hundreds of wind blades all flew back. In just the blink of an eye, the fallen man was dismembered.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
The sword technique used to break open the body with the wind blade was sharp and precise. Each knife cut through the gaps in the bones. The crackling sound was heard endlessly, and a pile of pieces of meat fell next to the old man. The old man picked up a piece and started to gnaw it. He was as skinny as a dry bamboo, but he couldn't seem to get enough. At least three skeletons have been completely restored in front of him, and he has eaten three people, but he is still eating.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
The old man who was chewing on an arm raised his head and glanced at it, and hundreds of wind blades all flew back. In just the blink of an eye, the fallen man was dismembered.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
In the next second, those flesh thorns may pierce the girl's body.
The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite afraid of her arrows. He raised his hands, and a dark black light shield appeared above his head. Arrows of golden light continued to fall, hitting the light shield like heavy rain. The light shield flickered and flickered, and it was obvious that it would not last long.
An Zheng thought of the words the girl shouted when she fell down, and suddenly understood something.
"He is the supplier of the bloody people."
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
A particularly pleasant woman's voice floated down in the air, followed by a stream of light that shot past An Zheng. The stream of light was different from any power that An Zheng had come into contact with before. It had no aura, and even if it passed by him, he wouldn't be able to feel it unless he saw it. If this person suddenly made a move behind his back, he might not even feel the other person's move.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
"Before I eat you, I don't want to waste the beautiful body of such a beautiful person like you."
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded. The power was controlled just right, and it just blew up the disgusting head. Blood spurted out and the scene was bloody.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
What's even more surprising is that the arrow pot behind her seems to be filled with endless arrows. An Zheng had extraordinary eyesight and immediately saw that the long bow and arrow pot were a set of extremely high-grade magical tools. Feathered arrows are not something substantial at all, but are made by condensing the vitality of heaven and earth into the arrow pot. In other words, the arrows in this arrow pot are inexhaustible. As long as there is Tianyuan, the arrows will continue.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
An Zheng sighed, and after hearing this he understood what was going on. The reason why he didn't take action before was because he wasn't sure whether these so-called Spirit Clan people and the people from Yaowang Valley were the same.
"revenge!"
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
The girl was about 1.65 meters tall and had perfect body proportions. Although she was wearing a long skirt that was quite wide, when she was flying forward, the wind blew her clothes back, revealing her perfect figure.
The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite afraid of her arrows. He raised his hands, and a dark black light shield appeared above his head. Arrows of golden light continued to fall, hitting the light shield like heavy rain. The light shield flickered and flickered, and it was obvious that it would not last long.
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An Zheng asked.
"revenge!"
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
"Are you here for revenge too?"
boom!
The girl shouted and fired arrows with both hands.
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
An Zheng asked.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite afraid of her arrows. He raised his hands, and a dark black light shield appeared above his head. Arrows of golden light continued to fall, hitting the light shield like heavy rain. The light shield flickered and flickered, and it was obvious that it would not last long.
After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
"The blood man's supplier?"
Suddenly, countless extremely fine threads spurted out of the old man's eyes, each one not even one percent of the size of a human hair. So it seemed that there were only two threads coming out of the eyes, but after they were dispersed, the light in the secret room became darker almost instantly.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly. They advance and retreat in a controlled manner. Seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation maintains constant suppression. The old man was obviously annoyed by the beating. He rolled his eyes upward and the white eyeballs disappeared. It seemed as if the eyeballs had turned half a circle in their sockets, replaced by a pair of blood-red eyes.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
An Zheng thought of the words the girl shouted when she fell down, and suddenly understood something.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Those threads charged forward extremely fast and spread rapidly. Except for the girl, the long bows and feather arrows used by others were also good magic weapons, but they were far behind compared to the girl. The feathers and arrows of these people are substantial, not transformed by vitality.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
An Zheng walked past the girl and towards the old man.
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
"He is the supplier of the bloody people."
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
The sword technique used to break open the body with the wind blade was sharp and precise. Each knife cut through the gaps in the bones. The crackling sound was heard endlessly, and a pile of pieces of meat fell next to the old man. The old man picked up a piece and started to gnaw it. He was as skinny as a dry bamboo, but he couldn't seem to get enough. At least three skeletons have been completely restored in front of him, and he has eaten three people, but he is still eating.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
"Are you here for revenge too?"
After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.
The girl shouted and fired arrows with both hands.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"He is the supplier of the bloody people."
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
"A bunch of lowly Eldar remnants."
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
An Zheng asked.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly. They advance and retreat in a controlled manner. Seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation maintains constant suppression. The old man was obviously annoyed by the beating. He rolled his eyes upward and the white eyeballs disappeared. It seemed as if the eyeballs had turned half a circle in their sockets, replaced by a pair of blood-red eyes.
boom!
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
The girl was about 1.65 meters tall and had perfect body proportions. Although she was wearing a long skirt that was quite wide, when she was flying forward, the wind blew her clothes back, revealing her perfect figure.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
"Everyone, be careful!"
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
"Who are you?"
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
"Everyone, be careful!"
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
"The blood man's supplier?"
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
Suddenly, countless extremely fine threads spurted out of the old man's eyes, each one not even one percent of the size of a human hair. So it seemed that there were only two threads coming out of the eyes, but after they were dispersed, the light in the secret room became darker almost instantly.
boom!
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
Those threads charged forward extremely fast and spread rapidly. Except for the girl, the long bows and feather arrows used by others were also good magic weapons, but they were far behind compared to the girl. The feathers and arrows of these people are substantial, not transformed by vitality.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
"Huh..."
He pushed his body forward, and the messy threads parted like a waterfall, and a dark and dirty thing came out of it.
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
An Zheng walked past the girl and towards the old man.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
The girl shouted and fired arrows with both hands.
Suddenly, countless extremely fine threads spurted out of the old man's eyes, each one not even one percent of the size of a human hair. So it seemed that there were only two threads coming out of the eyes, but after they were dispersed, the light in the secret room became darker almost instantly.
The girl shouted and fired arrows with both hands.
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly. They advance and retreat in a controlled manner. Seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation maintains constant suppression. The old man was obviously annoyed by the beating. He rolled his eyes upward and the white eyeballs disappeared. It seemed as if the eyeballs had turned half a circle in their sockets, replaced by a pair of blood-red eyes.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
The girl was about 1.65 meters tall and had perfect body proportions. Although she was wearing a long skirt that was quite wide, when she was flying forward, the wind blew her clothes back, revealing her perfect figure.
An Zheng asked.
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
"A bunch of lowly Eldar remnants."
"Are you here for revenge too?"
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
"revenge!"
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
An Zheng asked.
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
An Zheng asked.
The old man couldn't help but twist in pain, but he couldn't resist the force and couldn't even speak.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
"Everyone, be careful!"
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
A man in strange clothes floating next to An Zheng saw that the person being eaten was his companion who had disappeared before. He couldn't help but roared, and fell from the air as soon as his hand was released. The person was falling. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades rotated and slashed at the old man.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
"The blood man's supplier?"
Suddenly, countless extremely fine threads spurted out of the old man's eyes, each one not even one percent of the size of a human hair. So it seemed that there were only two threads coming out of the eyes, but after they were dispersed, the light in the secret room became darker almost instantly.
"Those of you who are not among the Five Elements are worthless. You are useless except for what you think is good-looking. The only thing that attracts my attention is that your blood is the best blood mediator. Little girl, I still have to film Thank you, that damn ghost dad, what a bullshit king of the spirit race. When you first started developing blood people, you couldn't fuse human blood and monster blood. The blood was different and the blood lines were not connected, so the blood people couldn't be refined. Fortunately, I got important information by consulting ancient books. The blood of your spirit race is the best and purest blood medium, which can fuse things of different species... Hahahaha, you know what I call this special ability. ?"
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
That disgusting thing slithered over like a snake and headed straight for the girl. The girl's face has turned pale, her body is twisting and turning, and her arms, legs, and slender waist wrapped in silk threads are all bleeding. The more he struggled, the more his clothes were torn, and the more attractive his body looked.
The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite afraid of her arrows. He raised his hands, and a dark black light shield appeared above his head. Arrows of golden light continued to fall, hitting the light shield like heavy rain. The light shield flickered and flickered, and it was obvious that it would not last long.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
An Zheng asked.
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
"Huh..."
"Are you here for revenge too?"
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
He pushed his body forward, and the messy threads parted like a waterfall, and a dark and dirty thing came out of it.
An Zheng sighed, and after hearing this he understood what was going on. The reason why he didn't take action before was because he wasn't sure whether these so-called Spirit Clan people and the people from Yaowang Valley were the same.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
In the next second, those flesh thorns may pierce the girl's body.
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
A particularly pleasant woman's voice floated down in the air, followed by a stream of light that shot past An Zheng. The stream of light was different from any power that An Zheng had come into contact with before. It had no aura, and even if it passed by him, he wouldn't be able to feel it unless he saw it. If this person suddenly made a move behind his back, he might not even feel the other person's move.
An Zheng asked.
After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.
"Everyone, be careful!"
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
After those purple electric wind blades cut off the hair, the lightning force of heaven quickly attacked along the hair, and the old man was pierced by the electric current without even having time to react. All the threads that spread almost throughout the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant stench became even stronger.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"A bunch of lowly Eldar remnants."
He pushed his body forward, and the messy threads parted like a waterfall, and a dark and dirty thing came out of it.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
In the next second, those flesh thorns may pierce the girl's body.
He pushed his body forward, and the messy threads parted like a waterfall, and a dark and dirty thing came out of it.
The old man rolled his eyelids and seemed to be looking at the girl: "Called bastards... You spirit tribes are all bastards. Your father is an old bastard, so he is a little bastard. But you have to thank your father. Without him, the plan would not have gone so smoothly. ”
"Before I eat you, I don't want to waste the beautiful body of such a beautiful person like you."
What's even more surprising is that the arrow pot behind her seems to be filled with endless arrows. An Zheng had extraordinary eyesight and immediately saw that the long bow and arrow pot were a set of extremely high-grade magical tools. Feathered arrows are not something substantial at all, but are made by condensing the vitality of heaven and earth into the arrow pot. In other words, the arrows in this arrow pot are inexhaustible. As long as there is Tianyuan, the arrows will continue.
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
"It seems that you are not. At best, you are just a clone."
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
What's even more surprising is that the arrow pot behind her seems to be filled with endless arrows. An Zheng had extraordinary eyesight and immediately saw that the long bow and arrow pot were a set of extremely high-grade magical tools. Feathered arrows are not something substantial at all, but are made by condensing the vitality of heaven and earth into the arrow pot. In other words, the arrows in this arrow pot are inexhaustible. As long as there is Tianyuan, the arrows will continue.
That disgusting thing slithered over like a snake and headed straight for the girl. The girl's face has turned pale, her body is twisting and turning, and her arms, legs, and slender waist wrapped in silk threads are all bleeding. The more he struggled, the more his clothes were torn, and the more attractive his body looked.
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
"The blood man's supplier?"
"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
"Huh..."
"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
An Zheng sighed, and after hearing this he understood what was going on. The reason why he didn't take action before was because he wasn't sure whether these so-called Spirit Clan people and the people from Yaowang Valley were the same.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded. The power was controlled just right, and it just blew up the disgusting head. Blood spurted out and the scene was bloody.
boom!
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
Suddenly, countless extremely fine threads spurted out of the old man's eyes, each one not even one percent of the size of a human hair. So it seemed that there were only two threads coming out of the eyes, but after they were dispersed, the light in the secret room became darker almost instantly.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
That disgusting thing slithered over like a snake and headed straight for the girl. The girl's face has turned pale, her body is twisting and turning, and her arms, legs, and slender waist wrapped in silk threads are all bleeding. The more he struggled, the more his clothes were torn, and the more attractive his body looked.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
The girl's eyes turned red when she heard these words, she bit her lip and kept firing arrows. Her arrow was the most special, carrying an indescribable power. Wherever it passed, threads like hair were cut off. But because there were too many, thick, and dense silk threads, her feather arrows could not break through the old man's defense.
After those purple electric wind blades cut off the hair, the lightning force of heaven quickly attacked along the hair, and the old man was pierced by the electric current without even having time to react. All the threads that spread almost throughout the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant stench became even stronger.
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
An Zheng looked at the girl, and the purple electric wind blade appeared spinning, cutting off all the threads entangled with her in a moment. It was not a pure wind blade, but a purple lightning formation. It looked like a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple lightning wind blade contained the power of ninety-nine thousand thunderbolts, as fine as a needle and sharp. Like a knife blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this purple lightning wind blade, it is equivalent to being hit by the power of thunder ninety-nine thousand times.
After those purple electric wind blades cut off the hair, the lightning force of heaven quickly attacked along the hair, and the old man was pierced by the electric current without even having time to react. All the threads that spread almost throughout the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant stench became even stronger.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
After those purple electric wind blades cut off the hair, the lightning force of heaven quickly attacked along the hair, and the old man was pierced by the electric current without even having time to react. All the threads that spread almost throughout the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant stench became even stronger.
These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly. They advance and retreat in a controlled manner. Seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation maintains constant suppression. The old man was obviously annoyed by the beating. He rolled his eyes upward and the white eyeballs disappeared. It seemed as if the eyeballs had turned half a circle in their sockets, replaced by a pair of blood-red eyes.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
What's even more surprising is that the arrow pot behind her seems to be filled with endless arrows. An Zheng had extraordinary eyesight and immediately saw that the long bow and arrow pot were a set of extremely high-grade magical tools. Feathered arrows are not something substantial at all, but are made by condensing the vitality of heaven and earth into the arrow pot. In other words, the arrows in this arrow pot are inexhaustible. As long as there is Tianyuan, the arrows will continue.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
An Zheng walked past the girl and towards the old man.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
"Huh..."
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
A particularly pleasant woman's voice floated down in the air, followed by a stream of light that shot past An Zheng. The stream of light was different from any power that An Zheng had come into contact with before. It had no aura, and even if it passed by him, he wouldn't be able to feel it unless he saw it. If this person suddenly made a move behind his back, he might not even feel the other person's move.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
An Zheng sighed, and after hearing this he understood what was going on. The reason why he didn't take action before was because he wasn't sure whether these so-called Spirit Clan people and the people from Yaowang Valley were the same.
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
"Are you here for revenge too?"
A ten-thousand-ton eight-fold black ruler fell from mid-air and hit the disgusting thing hard, smashing it into pulp.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An Zheng thought of the words the girl shouted when she fell down, and suddenly understood something.
An Zheng walked past the girl and towards the old man.
"Those of you who are not among the Five Elements are worthless. You are useless except for what you think is good-looking. The only thing that attracts my attention is that your blood is the best blood mediator. Little girl, I still have to film Thank you, that damn ghost dad, what a bullshit king of the spirit race. When you first started developing blood people, you couldn't fuse human blood and monster blood. The blood was different and the blood lines were not connected, so the blood people couldn't be refined. Fortunately, I got important information by consulting ancient books. The blood of your spirit race is the best and purest blood medium, which can fuse things of different species... Hahahaha, you know what I call this special ability. ?"
The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded. The power was controlled just right, and it just blew up the disgusting head. Blood spurted out and the scene was bloody.
The girl shouted and fired arrows with both hands.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
"Everyone, be careful!"
"The Moon Spirit Bow, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Clan, is really wasted in your hands. You are the descendant of the so-called king of the Spirit Clan, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is a princess alive in the Spirit Clan with pure blood. If If you get it, you can more than double the power of the bloody man."
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
An Zheng asked.
The sword technique used to break open the body with the wind blade was sharp and precise. Each knife cut through the gaps in the bones. The crackling sound was heard endlessly, and a pile of pieces of meat fell next to the old man. The old man picked up a piece and started to gnaw it. He was as skinny as a dry bamboo, but he couldn't seem to get enough. At least three skeletons have been completely restored in front of him, and he has eaten three people, but he is still eating.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
The old man couldn't help but twist in pain, but he couldn't resist the force and couldn't even speak.
These people are obviously well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly. They advance and retreat in a controlled manner. Seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation maintains constant suppression. The old man was obviously annoyed by the beating. He rolled his eyes upward and the white eyeballs disappeared. It seemed as if the eyeballs had turned half a circle in their sockets, replaced by a pair of blood-red eyes.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
"It seems that you are not. At best, you are just a clone."
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
"Who are you?"
Before An Zheng had time to answer, he shouted after seeing the change in the old man.
"Everyone has his or her own path to practice, but you choose to follow a path that no beast would follow."
A ball of silk thread entangled an arrow in mid-air, then spun towards a young man. The face of the handsome young man changed. He held the long bow and fired arrows continuously. A faint red flame burned on the arrow, as if it was about to burn all the threads. But the flame was too weak, and the silk threads were flying all over the sky and blocking the hair in the whole room. After a piece was burned, the flames were quickly extinguished.
He threw out a piece of clothing, which floated up and landed on the girl.
An Zheng stretched out one hand and faced the old man from a distance. A rotating purple light group gathered in his palm, and countless thunder powers coiled together to form a thunder ball. As An Zheng spat out the power from his palm, the thunder ball buzzed. Go out and disappear in mid-air. The old man was originally on guard, but he couldn't feel the aura at all. When An Zheng was standing there before, he didn't pay attention at all, because An Zheng didn't have the aura that a practitioner should have.
Blood and tears flowed from the girl's eyes. She roared to the sky and then started to stride forward. With every step, hundreds of arrows were shot out.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
"Everyone, be careful!"
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An arrow pot hung behind her, filled with golden arrows. As she flew past An Zheng, in mid-air, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to take out arrows with her right hand, her movements flowing like clouds and water.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"
boom!
The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and something like a venomous snake came out of his mouth. It just flashed in front of the girl and quickly entangled the girl. There were many disgusting flesh thorns on the tongue, which hung on the girl's clothes like hooks. As the tongue contracted, with a tearing and tearing sound, the girl's skirt was torn open, revealing sections of her white body.
The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded. The power was controlled just right, and it just blew up the disgusting head. Blood spurted out and the scene was bloody.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, making people's heads feel heavy and nauseated.
"Before I eat you, I don't want to waste the beautiful body of such a beautiful person like you."
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
The girl was about 1.65 meters tall and had perfect body proportions. Although she was wearing a long skirt that was quite wide, when she was flying forward, the wind blew her clothes back, revealing her perfect figure.
"It seems that you are not. At best, you are just a clone."
The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded. The power was controlled just right, and it just blew up the disgusting head. Blood spurted out and the scene was bloody.
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
"You bastards of the spirit race, to put it nicely, are the mediums of all things. But the word bastard is the best explanation... The breath of all things merged to form these things like you. But it is undeniable that you guys are thin and tender. Meat is much more delicious than other things. Human flesh is sour, and your meat is slightly sweet and delicious. Especially since you are a princess of the Eldest Tribe and have pure blood, it must taste good."
"Who are you?"
An Zheng looked back and saw a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt passing behind him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a cute face with some baby fat, but she had a pair of heroic eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold and arrogant.
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
"The blood man's supplier?"
The girl's companions fell from the air one after another, each holding a long bow and flying arrows, gathering towards the old man like a meteor shower.
Behind a big ball of messy hair, the old man said: "I should have wiped you all out from the beginning. If you hadn't escaped quickly, you would have gone to hell to accompany your parents and ancestors. You think you are noble but you are actually pitiful." Guys, you should hide in the cesspit like maggots and don't come out. You are the only ones left, and you dare to come out and seek death... The blood of the Eldar has been almost used, since you came to donate it yourself. If you want to sacrifice, then I’ll accept them all.”
After a few seconds, the boy's body began to twist, and his bones made a cracking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward his nearest companion.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
The girl suddenly asked behind An Zheng: "Why do I vaguely feel that there is something similar to us in you?"
An Zheng asked.
The sword technique used to break open the body with the wind blade was sharp and precise. Each knife cut through the gaps in the bones. The crackling sound was heard endlessly, and a pile of pieces of meat fell next to the old man. The old man picked up a piece and started to gnaw it. He was as skinny as a dry bamboo, but he couldn't seem to get enough. At least three skeletons have been completely restored in front of him, and he has eaten three people, but he is still eating.
After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
boom!
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
The old man who was chewing on an arm raised his head and glanced at it, and hundreds of wind blades all flew back. In just the blink of an eye, the fallen man was dismembered.
After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.
A young man who looked very good-looking shouted to An Zheng. The voices of these people were a bit special, like echoes in the empty valley, with their own sound effects. So everyone's voice is very nice, ethereal and light. The clothes they wear are all made of coarse cloth or cotton and linen. They are simple and have an indescribable nobility.
After those purple electric wind blades cut off the hair, the lightning force of heaven quickly attacked along the hair, and the old man was pierced by the electric current without even having time to react. All the threads that spread almost throughout the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant stench became even stronger.
An Zheng looked back at her and said, "Go back. Revenge is an important matter. No one can advise or stop it, but not when you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I'm not familiar with the Spiritual Clan. But I am familiar with hatred..."
An Zheng seemed a bit like an outsider and did not move for a while after falling down.
The girl rubbed her dark clothes, lowered her head and was silent for a while before shouting: "My name is Du Ruo!"
An arrow wrapped in silk thread flew over and poked the young man on the forehead with a pop. The arrow pierced through the forehead and out of the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man screamed and fell backwards. But when his body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood up straight again. Those threads entered his head from the wound. After a while, hair-like things came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping from them.
An Zheng rubbed his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
"Ducheng! That's Du Cheng!"
That disgusting thing slithered over like a snake and headed straight for the girl. The girl's face has turned pale, her body is twisting and turning, and her arms, legs, and slender waist wrapped in silk threads are all bleeding. The more he struggled, the more his clothes were torn, and the more attractive his body looked.
With an ouch, the old man's face twisted in pain.
The hair was parted, and the old man's terrifying face was revealed.