Chapter 1020: The death of the scar

"Sister (Sister Bai Ling)!" Seeing that Bai Ling, who was severely injured, was still treated like this, and Bai Xiaoxi and others who were still alive were crying at this time, but the voice was crying but scary and scary.
Because they really don't have this kind of strength, even the worries become very fragile.
It's not that they don't want to resist, but in the face of the absolute strong, they can't resist, they can only bear the pain and watch the people they care about being trampled and insulted!
The next second, almost everyone's eyes looked at the group of people with cold colors, unwillingness, hatred, and hatred.
"Ah!" The next second, a foot stepped Su Ling's hand holding the Tenjin Sword. The creaking sound kept coming, which was naturally the power of the forty-third-level ability.
When you take that big foot away, you can see that Su Ling's hands have become muddy, and you can see the bones.
A thick hand reached the long sword.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qing'er beat her heart with boundless joy on her face.
"Hahaha ... Tenjin Sword ... My Tenjin Sword, come back ... come back ..." Staring at the sword as if bewitched.
Who could have imagined that the forty-three-level man kicked hard to pick up the sword, but the sword didn't respond at all.
"Useless, useless!" After staring at it for a few seconds, Wen Qing'er saw the weapon in his hand and directly hit the forty-third level waste, and said coldly to the other people, " Go, cut off the woman's head, and bring me back the sword! "
The scar was ugly at this time, and he really couldn't think of it. It was such a person sitting on the base of Miancheng. No wonder he didn't care even if he started at the base.
There was a loud bang, "Wen Qing'er, I want to avenge my brothers."
Rising up from the ground with his last effort, he ran towards the vicious figure with a big knife.
"Don't ... Brother Dao ..." Qiao Li saw this scene, climbing and wanting to go.
Poof!
A big PR knife came down from his head, and when he reached the ground, he saw a crack in the ground.
The blood line extended from the top of the scar, as if it was shot by the ink fountain, and a red line appeared in the middle of the nose of the head.
A burst of scarlet blood spewed out of the line in an instant, and the knife in the hand of the scar fell slowly on the ground, and the scar that fell on the ground became two sides.
Qiao Li's eyes widened as if they were about to fall out, tears rolling down, uncontrolled, climbing towards his body, and finally holding half of the body, howling and crying.
Shui Miaomiao and Sun Zhen also thumped and cried at the same time, as if they couldn't even take care of the pain in their bodies, and crawled over.
"Asshole ... asshole!" Zhu Shuaiyi also burst into tears, seeing this elder who was good to himself died in front of him.
But the people who killed them had no mercy.
Wen Qing'er smiled more cheerfully, with a smile on his face, this smile looked very strange, looking at the pain in Bai Shan's eyes, and said softly, "No, your child." Using the needle to scratch the delicate face of the small meat ball with a needle, you soon saw a small blood stain.
Bai Shan and others shook their heads, and Bai Ling's screams could still be heard over there.
"No ... no ..."