Chapter 743: 1 knife dead

"The last chance for you and your hand, now evacuated here, I spare you not to die!"
Xiao Luo was originally deliberately suppressing the devil in the body. In this secret without law and strength, the devil who is killing is easy to gain the upper hand. He has repeatedly asked them to choose. It is indeed for these. The opportunity for people to live, but also to make themselves less unnecessary killing.
"Yes, hurry and roll, you will not die, otherwise the ducks will kill you with a few duck wings!" Duck King Fox, Hu Wei, a sense of presence.
The elders and disciples of Xiang Yangyan and Ziyue Dongtian are deeply sweating for this person and a duck. Even if they hide their strength, there are at least seven or eight hundred black blood mercenary groups present. There are more arrows, and the lowest is also the 10th-level warrior, most of them are martial artists, and there are more than a dozen martial arts. As the head of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps, Xiang Qing’s strength has reached the middle of Wuwang. In the face of such a strong group, the odds of this person and a duck are infinitely close to zero.
"Ha ha ha..."
Xiang Qing is like hearing the world's best laughter. He laughed a few times and then looked cold. The only right eye killer emerged. "Good, Laozi is so big, I met you for the first time." Such goods, stupid, don’t hesitate, give me, kill them!

At one order, there were more than a dozen members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps martial arts class holding long knives and sipping them toward Xiaoluo and the Emperor. These are the masters of murder, and everyone bears at least A person's life, rushing up, has a strong fierce atmosphere.
"be careful!"
A female disciple of Ziyue Dongtian shouted subconsciously.
Other people in Ziyue Dongtian were also nervous and suffocating. Some looked at them with sorrow, while others closed their eyes directly, fearing to see the picture of Xiaoluo and the emperor being cut into meat.
In the face of a dozen members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps, Xiao Luo slammed his right foot on the ground.
"嘭~"
A loud bang, the real power from the feet to the ground, like a dozen or so drilled the dragon to lock these dozens of people, quickly rushing to them.
"Ah~"
The screams began, and more than a dozen masters of the martial arts level flew up directly, vomiting blood from the nose and nose, and struggling for a moment after falling to the ground was a move.
The staff of Ziyue Dongtian was dumbfounded and shocked.
Just now, two junior martial artists were defeated in an instant. They can still understand. After all, this guy has the strength of the martial artist Yufeng, but more than a dozen martial artists are once again beaten by him, and only with one stroke, they immediately put a dozen or so without any moisture. The master of the martial arts gave down.
How is this possible!
This guy looks at the age of twenty-seven or seven, even if the cultivation talent is so bad, it is quite good to reach the peak of the big martial artist, how can there be such a powerful strength!
The people of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps were also shocked. Zhang opened his mouth and looked at Xiao Luo’s eyes full of horror and stunned, just like watching a monster.
"Isn't it going to roll? Is it really necessary for the grandfather of the duck to die with a duck-winged fan to stop you?" The Emperor of the Emperor once again screamed at Huwei, clearing the scorpion to the high-ranking Yaotai.
Xiang Qing’s confidant noticed a bad foreboding. He whispered:
Head, withdraw, this kid is too weird, we are afraid that it will not be his...

"啪~"
Before he finished, Xiang Qing slaps him and rolls him in the same place. He points to his nose and screams: "I haven’t easily waited for the opportunity to kill Ziyue Dongtian. You actually asked me to withdraw? Let me say that Laozi killed you first!"
"Hey, hey, black boss, it seems that Grandpa Duck has just overestimated your IQ, and your man is smarter than you." The Emperor said sarcastically.
Xiang Qing sneaked at it with a cold look, then yelled at his own hand: "All TM is still doing something, all on, hacking them with a knife!"
Hundreds of members of the Black Blood Mercenary Regiment came back to God. More than a dozen martial arts took the lead in attacking. The rest of the people followed, and the knife was shining. The real power reverberated in the main hall of the Great.
Xiaoluo snorted slightly in the mouth and nose, and the dragon knife was squirted out. A member of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps who rushed up to sweep the army.
"嗡~"
An invisible knife with a round moon scimitar type penetrates the ground from these people's bodies, silent, fast, and extremely fast, only a second of effort, these roaring forward black blood The members of the mercenary group stood on the spot like a petrified one.
"咣~"
Xiao Luo's dragon knife is sheathed.
In the next second, a group of blood fog burst from the chest of these black blood mercenary groups, the effect was the same as that of the machine gun, and then hundreds of people screamed to the ground, even if they did not struggle, they lay There was no anger on the ground, and a strong smell spread out in the air of the main hall, which made people feel vomiting.
This……
The elders of Xiang Yangyan and Ziyue Dongtian both opened their eyes and were shocked.
"It's too strong, this little brother is at least the strength of Wu Emperor."
"Yes, the explosive power of the moment has absolutely the strength of the Emperor."
"A young man has finally achieved the repair of the Emperor Wu, this cultivation talent is simply enchanting!"
The elders were shocked. They have seen the martial artists at the Wuhuang level, so they know what kind of strength they will reach at the Wuhuang level, and they have lived so much age, that is, they have never seen such a young martial artist. The twenty-five-year-old Wu Emperor, this light is horrible.
Xiang Yangyan also stunned, and could not say a word. Who can believe that the young man who was just a martial artist actually turned into a powerful Wuhuang, a martial artist, enough to reverse the situation, but he Can't think of any intersection with Xiao Luo, it can't be any intersection, but it doesn't help him.
"There is still such a thing, there is still such a thing, hahaha..."
Looking at the hall of the hall is the body of his own subordinates, Xiang Qing is unacceptable for a time, and his expression becomes crazy and mad.
The only remaining members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps are the few martial arts. They look at each other and dare not act rashly. At this moment, Xiao Luo is undoubtedly the most horrible demon in their minds.
"Rao... Forgiveness~EbookFREE.me~ Big Brother is forgiving... I will roll it, I will roll it..."
Xiang Qing’s confidant was scared to death, and there was courage to resist, surrender and surrender, kneeling on the ground and asking Xiao Luo for mercy.
He took the lead, and the surviving Wuling masters also discarded the sword and asked Shao Luo for mercy.
"噗嗤~"
The Qing suddenly made a difficult attack, and he cut down the head of his eager beggar.
The head flew up like a ball, and the "咚咚咚" rolled to the side. The blood was shot from the neck, and the headless body moved, eventually twitching and falling.
Xiang Qing’s face was stained with blood, and with his fierce expression, he looked horrible and angered the headless body:
Everything outside the food, hehe!

Said, but also sighed at the corpse of the confidant.
(End of this chapter)