Chapter 384: Bloodthirsty

"Lin Chen, you the new entry disciple back to the sect."
"Leave the rest to this seat!"
"it is good!"
Lin Chen did not hesitate, but agreed, worrying that the headmaster would not be able to deal with it? It doesn't exist, as long as the new entry disciple is protected, so that the head has no worries, I am afraid that this point of magic is not enough to kill.
The disciples of the Blood Withered Hall searched in the front row were all attracted by the sudden emergence of the Cangshan faction disciples, and they all besieged the place where the firepower was most concentrated.
Do you remember that they came to search for people, one by one, with blood-red eyes, and even more furious, Lin Chen and other inner disciples, with twenty new beginner disciples, copied the trail farthest from the battle area .
Evacuate hurriedly in the direction of the martial art. Although they encountered the magic way before they started, the disciples of these new beginners were very depressed, but Lin Chen and the inner disciples always confirmed their safety all the way to protect them. .
Only when I think of myself, this undoubtedly makes these disciples who are not really a member of the Cangshan faction feel grateful to these seniors, so a group of people rushes down the road.
Within half an hour, he was far away from the blood valley boundary, and it was considered to be temporarily free from the danger of being pursued and killed.
After Lin Chen left, Gu Zhong held a Colt pistol and fired a sharp shot at the forehead of the magician who was chasing Yang Hai.
"boom!"
The head of the team suddenly blossomed, and a wave of blood sprayed on Yang Hai's back, feeling that the enemy chasing him was resolved.
Looking in the direction where the gunfire sounded, he just had serious eyes on the ancient clock.
Yang Hai's legs no longer trembled, and the person stood up with a ‘swipe’, returning to his body with all his abilities, allowing him to perform wall-walking skills.
"brush!"
Move your legs apart, like a ghost!
He didn't run back, but strode forward, and when another disciple of the Blood Withered Hall shot, he performed a scimitar cut, and countless crescent scimitar-shaped streamers penetrated the assassin's body.
Then he collapsed weakly on the ground, his body changed ingeniously toward the side, dodged one attack after another, and at the same time was brewing the next martial arts.
"Damn! A look from the head is so effective!"
Xiao Zhao sighed as he turned into a ghost and harvested the disciples of the blood withered hall.
Gu Zhong quickly joined the battle, but his target was not the ordinary disciples, but the deputy hall master sitting on the stone slab-the octopus.
Of course Gu Zhong didn't know his name yet, if he knew it, he would have to stand still and laugh for three minutes.
"Your opponent is me!"
Gu Zhong Changjian just wanted to attack Zhou Ruoxiao's octopus hand, the octopus hand narrowed his eyes, looked at Gu Zhong, and said in a harsh voice: "Okay! Kill you first."
...
Gu Zhong and the octopus were in the middle of the battle. Around them, the sounds of various weapons bursting out, and the sounds of various auras were mixed.
Among them, the Colt pistol possessed by the disciple of the Temple of Wind and Rain is the most beautiful because every time it sounds, a disciple of the Blood Withered Hall gets a headshot.
"call out!"
"call out!"
Not far away, Zhao and Xiao Hei stood on the tree, fired two more shots, and killed three targets each.
The disciple Xue Han Tang was shocked, and said in fear: "What kind of hidden weapon is this!"
Although they were furious, they still told their brothers: "They still have someone attacking us, everyone, be careful!"
Rustle! All the disciples of the Temple of Wind and Rain joined the battle.
Turning into black shadows coming from both sides, they shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost.
"Withdraw!"
A disciple of the Cangshan faction was doing a great job in the past, and there was an undefeatable hidden weapon in the dark. The disciple of the Blood Dry Hall realized that it was not good, and immediately thought of retreating.
After all, their base camp is not too far away in this cave. If they can return to base camp, Gu Zhong is nothing like this.
However, when they turned around, they saw a strong man sitting on the mountain road leading to the exit.
The man put one arm on his thigh, his face was gloomy, his black bangs fluttered in the wind, showing a cold face.
There was a sword beside him, although it was not out of its sheath, it was chilling.
Who? Wang Xingkong, he just sat quietly in the middle of the mountain road, and his whole body had the aura of being a man and a man.
"Qiang! Qiang!"
And behind another disciple of the Cangshan faction rushed up with a weapon, and the path was blocked by Wang Xingkong, and there was a killer in the dark.
In a short period of time, those who were surrounded became disciples of the Blood Withered Hall.
The scary thing was that the octopus player who played against Gu Zhong was not even as good as the blue robe brother of the Cangshan school, but the few tricks were gradually lost.
Seeing that the form gradually became severe, "Bloodthirsty Art!" The octopus hand shouted in a deep voice.
"Aw~wow!"
The subordinates put away their weapons one after another, blood flowed back all over, brown blood and tears flowed from their pupils, and they flowed into their mouths. They stretched out their tongues to lick the blood, and the whole body suddenly appeared like wild beasts. The hostility.