Vol 6 Chapter 363: Forget to fight back!

Chapter 363
"drink!!"
A shout of screaming into the sky, breaking through the night sky, such as the eagle whistling, swaying people's hearts. All the people, including Yan Cang, felt that their inner heart had violently swayed in this shout. This shouting is not unwilling, anger, no sorrow, only the murderous and war-torn.
Another group of people came to the surroundings, all of them sinking into the water, and the whole body swayed with a thick and flaming soul. Two of them are by no means weaker than Yan Cang. They all stared at the cold cliff, and the mind was also moved by his shouting, and the heart could not contain any admiration. This is a trapped beast. There is no life to escape tonight, but when the beast is indifferent to life and death, he does not hesitate to spare his life, and he will not be afraid of life, and he will be terrible.
The hearts of all have become heavy. On their site, there are many masters around a person, but they feel a heavy depression from the cold cliff.
After the tsunami, the cold cliff moved, and the eyes of the pair of fine-eyed swords showed a slight radiance of blood. He is horizontal, side stab, and a blade stabbed to the right hand to the heart of the person who said his identity. As soon as he moved, those who locked his breath at the same time moved. For a time, the chaotic gas field swept the surrounding space, and the airflow that was stirred up brought the whistling wind and scattered in all directions.
"Cold cliff!!" Screen was taken farther under the impact of the gas field, watching the body of the cold cliff was submerged in the attack of a terrible master, she suddenly panicked like a nightmare Shouting out. Before the cold cliff, she was holding her, but when Yan Cang said the phrase "Don’t hurt, don’t hurt the screen," he did not hesitate to push her away and let her stay away. His side is far from danger.
Hey!
The middle-aged man who was stabbed by the front of the cold cliff snorted, stepped back, grabbed his right hand and took it to the wrist of the cold cliff. But just as his palm is about to touch the wrist of the cold cliff, the body of the cold cliff in the air is pushed a chapter from behind, and the incredible volley is skyrocketing again, suddenly stabbing... middle age The human hand pressed against his arm, and the green, broken wind blade pierced his left chest straight, piercing the heart, and the blood-stained blade tip emerged from behind his back, flashing under the night sky. With a green glow.
The middle-aged man’s eyes were round and round, and the left hand holding the cold cliff arm fell down weakly. This strong man with a high level of spiritual strength was killed by the cold cliff. The cold cliff only asks the other party to die. The attack that completely ignores the crisis behind him also makes him open the back door. Several heavy palms are pressed from his back.
A few muffled sounds, three palms hit at the same time, but the hit is not the body of the cold cliff, but the middle-aged man who just died under the cold cliff and will fall in the future. Those few people directly shattered the body of the middle-aged people and flew out far away. And the cold cliffs... the cold wind blew from their downwinds in their mistakes, and a icy, faint green light flashed through the eyes of the three of them, and the silk was cold and under the cold light of green lightning, passing through them. The lower limbs are passed on to their hearts.
The screams that overlapd each other brought the heart's convulsions. The six sections were neatly arranged. The lower limbs that were cut into different lengths were sprinkled with blood in the same direction. The three men also witnessed their lower limbs in isolation. The horror of the picture sinks... as in the endless abyss.
Cold Cliff knows that he must die. He is not flustered, not frantic, and has no loss of reason. Instead, he is surprisingly calm, as if this is not his death night, but his free killing game. He calmly perceives the movement of any airflow around him, calmly guesses where they are moving, and calmly looks for every chance that is fleeting. The first hit he had just stabbed, suddenly added in the situation that no one could think of, and then the first time to sink the body, do not look at the rear, directly roll on the ground, a blade, three spirits The master was cut at both sides by him.
What is terrible is not a hungry wolf, but a wolf who is forced into a desperate situation and forgets to fight back!
In a short breath, the cold cliff shot twice in succession, and there was almost no gap left in the middle. It was one person who died and three of them died. The shots are extremely hot, without any hesitation, it seems like they are waiting for them to take the initiative. The light in the calm eyes of Yan Cang flashed. At this time, he had an impulse to cheer. Such a hot, such reflexive nerve, such a sharp man, is not entirely dependent on strength to have. At least, although he has the strength of the cold cliff, he is absolutely unable to make two hits that are wonderful and magnificent performances.
The body of the cold cliff swayed the dark shadow and shuttled back and forth among the crowd approaching him. He avoided himself getting into the encirclement, because it would make his death too fast. He has no intention of living tonight, his only purpose is to pull more Northern Emperors to come back for him!
A whistling sound of tearing the air, the cold cliff that has been shuttled back and forth under the cover of the night for the third time, a North Emperor master's neck that has just swung out of the palm is directly cut in half, and the eyeball protrudes, like a ghost. The dark figure of the cold cliff, but invisible to the chaotic crowd in the dark, disappeared mysteriously from the line of sight...
He is either hidden, and once he is shot, he must hit. He is not the kind of warrior who is good at fighting, but is hidden in the dark and ready to go. Once he finds the opportunity, he will burst in an instant, and he will die in the middle! What he has is not the skill of fighting, but the skill of killing.
"嘭", two words on the shoulders of the cold cliff, made his consciousness appear a short gap, but he followed the incline of the body from the incredible angle, and then crossed the two The chest and abdomen brought the fog and the screams of the two tents. Then, his body was short, and once again under the cover of darkness, he did not know where to sneak.
Hey... It’s a fog that splashes and falls on the clothes of several people. In addition to Yan Cang, the other three heavenly masters can no longer remain silent, looking at each other, drifting up and rushing to the cold cliff. In a short time, they already know the price of this person.
Seeing the addition of the three, the panic in the heart of the screen was magnified, her eyes looking for the shadow of the drifting in the chaotic crowd, the shadow that made the Northern Emperor’s stunned and unable to figure out, she always I saw his position at once, it was a subtle feeling, guiding her attention to him.
The addition of the three heavenly masters is like the three big mountains simultaneously pressing on the cold cliff. They did not look at the cold cliff before... At the beginning, Yan Zheng was defeated by the cold cliff with only one stroke. When he saw him, it would inevitably have a "but so" evaluation. At this moment, they could not help. Deeply skeptical, is the elder of Yan Zheng really a trick to defeat him?
If the cold cliff is alone against the three heavenly masters, the pressure is much heavier than his current situation, and the dozens of people who besieged him have become the best cover for his hidden figure. His figure is The crowds shuttled across the river, resembling ghosts, and burst into flames in a moment that could not be tolerated. He didn't stop moving for a second, and he was completely stalked with the people, never entangled with it. Once he shot, every hit must be in it, and then appeared in a shadow like a ghost in a shadow. The three heavenly powers approached him again and again, but they did not touch his clothes from beginning to end.
Yan Cang gaze like an eagle, watching the cold cliff constantly shaking his eyes. Behind him, I don’t know when there were four old men who were all over 60 years old. They all looked calm and turned a blind eye to the body that fell to the ground in a fog. There is no need to intervene. Among the old eyes, there is a heartfelt admiration.
"Is it really a trick to defeat him?" said an old man with a low eyebrow.
"Oh, the rumor is true, the young master is also saying. Can only say that Yan Zheng can defeat him, it is really lucky." Another old man laughed.
"This kind of person, the old man really can't bear to ruin. If he can enter my Northern Emperor, hehe..."
"He is a wicked person, and, with such an imposing manner, once he is loyal to a certain master, he will swear to follow and will not betray his life."
Yan Cang turned and said to the four old people: "If you talk about strength, this son barely reaches the lower level of the heavens, which is far worse than us, but his degree and explosive power are amazing, the shot is hot, and the nerves are reflected. Sensitive, I only see you in my life, these combinations... This is a peerless weapon that exists for killing."
"Unfortunately, this weapon has a master and will never belong to another person." An old man sighed with a voice.
"In this case, even if it is deplored, it will only be destroyed."
"He seems to be still at ease at this moment, but his attention and spirit are always highly tense. In addition, his strength is relatively shallow, and he is not suitable for long-term battles. His physical strength and energy are being consumed quickly. It should not last for too long. ""
The five people looked at the cold cliff at the same time. Although it was not obvious, his movements did show a slight block compared to the previous ones. The frequency of the shots was slightly lower, but his intentions did not fade at all, and the scorpion still killed. Oh, as cold as the first, there is no half-wave.
In their hearts, they couldn’t help but sigh again.
"Let him survive to this point, it is also a matter of benevolence. He is a sinister person after all. Let's do it." The old man in the middle said.
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