Chapter 427: Thirteen in Pink

Chapter 427: Red Pink Thirteen Demons
Take the lesson for others, and kill it directly.
The warriors around him couldn't help but feel a chill, and at the same time, mixed with anger, glaring at the robe and blood-clothed figure on the hero stage. "What an arrogant abyss! Ten years ago, the wicked demons were not wiped out in the battle. Now, do they dare to come out and do it again?"
"Be careful, Skeleton Abyss dared to show up at the hero meeting, it must be prepared." The angry eyes also wiped the solemnity.
"Unexpectedly, the Seven Abyss Evil Sect, which has been silent for ten years, has come out again. I am afraid... the martial arts world will set off another storm."
All eyes are on the hero stage.
Deng Buyuan's eyes were full of anger.
I was just humiliated by Luo Feng today, and his anger was filled with nowhere to vent, but now he ran out of the abyss of skeletons to provoke him, and even after he killed the disciple of Xingyimen while talking and laughing, he spoke without shame in front of him.
"Skeleton Abyss, it seems that I am not willing to be silent anymore." Deng Buyuan's eyes flashed coldly.
Thirteen people in blood, headed by a woman.
Both eyebrows were painted fascinating red, and she laughed when she heard the words. Lanhua pointed at Deng Buyuan and giggled, "If I say, Skeleton Abyss, it is precisely to take advantage of this hero meeting to announce Come home, what about you, but me?"
"Take your life to pay tribute to the spirit of my Xingyimen disciple in the sky." Deng Buyuan screamed directly, and his figure dashed out, swiftly like a streamer, and took the blood-clothed woman at the front.
Shoo!
Roar!
One shot is the snake and leopard double shape, go all out.
The dozen or so blood-clothed men in front of him gave Deng Buyuan a feeling of extreme danger, and he had to use his best to make a move.
In front of the world's heroes, Xingyimen has already lost its face once, and it absolutely cannot appear again.
The fist wind rose.
The face of the blood-clothed woman headed in front showed a weird smile in an instant. The twelve people behind her waved their sleeves at the same time. In an instant, a faint pink mist filled the hero stage, pink In the mist, an evil skull pattern faintly permeates.
"Pink skull!"
Seeing this scene, under the hero's stage, Fu Jingheng suddenly shrank his pupils and blurted out, his eyes shook suddenly.
At this moment, Deng Buyuan's face changed drastically.
The pink skull represents a kind of poison, and it also represents... an identity that once smashed the world of warriors.
"Thirteen Pink Devil!" Deng Buyuan's expression was horrified and his face changed sorrowfully. In the catastrophe ten years ago, there were countless warriors who died in the hands of the Thirteen Pink Devil in the Abyss of Skulls.
The name of the Red Pink Thirteen Demons is like a demon lurking deep in the hearts of many warriors.
A lot of people's faces changed swiftly, and they all gasped.
The pink skull venomously struck, Deng Buyuan subconsciously raised the wind, holding his breath at the same time, and then the snake fist slammed out of lightning and rushed towards the headed woman in blood.
The blood-clothed woman laughed grinningly, and between waving her hands, the palm wind rose at the same time, facing Deng Buyuan in front of her.
Peng!
In an instant, Deng Buyuan's body was directly knocked out and fell heavily on the hero stage.
The warriors all around couldn't help being shocked.
Eyes stared at the thirteen red pink demons in horror.
The great demon who was all-powerful in those days, unexpectedly appeared here.
"Don't worry, this is not the thirteen red pink demons of the year." At this time, a figure flashed onto the Hero Stage, Xiaoyao faction, Fu Jingheng.
Deng Buyuan was defeated by one move, and his opponent was Skeleton Abyss. As the elder of the five factions, Fu Jingheng was naturally unable to stand by.
Fu Jingheng stared at the thirteen men in blood in front of him, and finally fixed his gaze on the head of the woman, and then said slowly, "The thirteen red-pink demons of the year, joined hands, are infinitely powerful, comparable to that of the Eight Ding Powerful. However, in the final decisive battle of the year, the Thirteen Red Pink Devils were defeated by one of the peak powerhouses of my Xiaoyao faction. Almost all of the Thirteen Demons fell. Those who were lucky enough to survive, I am afraid, most of them only became Waste. It seems that there is still a fish that slipped through the net." Fu Jingheng's eyes stared at the woman in blood, "Yin Wuniang, what I said is not wrong."
Hearing that, the eyes of the woman in the blood-clothed clothes burst into a monstrous hatred, "Fu Jingheng, the old man Gu Ming killed my thirteen red pink demons back then. This account is counted on you today. There...this lovely second princess of Xiaoyao School!" Yin Wuniang, a woman in blood, smiled coldly, staring at the little Lolita in the audience like electricity.
Little Lolita turned pale and took a step back subconsciously. At this moment, a figure came over and patted her shoulder.
Little Lori turned and glanced, her face suddenly smiled, "Brother Madman, she frightened me."
"It's okay, she dared to move you, the lunatic brother beat her girl." Luo Feng smiled.
Little Lori chuckled for a while.
On the hero stage, Fu Jingheng glanced at Yin Wuniang with cold eyes, "My master could kill your thirteen red pink demons, then, today, I can also destroy you, the so-called thirteen red pink demons, which are pieced together and re-made."
As soon as the words fell, Yin Wuniang's eyes were full of killing intent.
"It turns out that you are still a disciple of the old man Gu Ming. Just so, my old lady wants to mention your head to pay homage to the heroic spirits of my thirteen red pink demons." Yin Wuniang waved his arm, and in a short time, the other twelve people flashed out and surprised Fu Heng directly surrounded him, his eyes surged with murderous intent. "The thirteen red pink demons, although they are no longer the thirteen red pink demons of the year, but it is not a problem to destroy an ancient Ming disciple. Do it!"
Yin Wuniang's sleeves shook violently, accompanied by a burst of poisonous pink skulls, and in an instant, the red mist once again enveloped the Hero Stage.
call out! call out! call out!
Twelve people took out a dagger almost at the same time.
The dagger was sharp, shimmering with a purple-red cold light, and the poison was smeared enough to see the blood in the throat.
Pedal! Pedal!
Without a trace of contempt, Fu Jingheng took two steps back gently, staring at Yin Wuniang in front of him vigilantly while listening to all directions.
Although there was only Yin Wuniang from the Thirteen Pink Devil back then, but after ten years of lurking, no one knows how much the strength of Skeleton Abyss has recovered, and the Thirteen Pink Devil in front of him also has the Thirteen Pink Devil back then. The power of success... Fu Jingheng didn't know, he could only go all out.
"kill him."
Twelve silhouettes, using the poisonous mist of the red pink skull as a barrier, flashed out, the blood suit seemed to melt into the mist, it was hard to recognize, the purple-red dagger with the cold light, came through the air and cut straight. Fu Jingheng.
Murderous intentions cut through the sky, making all the warriors present tremble.