Chapter 220: Who is it?

Da da da!
Yefeng goes slowly!
Step by step!
I walked towards Wushen Mountain and walked away slowly!
He struck the palm of his hand, pulling a blood dripping iron whip, and on top of the iron wand, pierced with figures one after another!
"Ah ah! Night breeze, you it! You hurt me, hurt my grandpa! Wrath of the witch god, you can't bear it! You can't bear the wrath of my king!"
I am a little witch god, and there is a fist-sized blood hole in his chest.
The iron whip passed through his chest.
His whole person, like a dead dog, was pulled to the ground and moved forward slowly!
He is not only him, but also other masters of the Wu tribe.
One!
Five!
Ten!
Twenty!
On the super-long iron whip, in the blink of an eye, they pierced the chests of more than twenty experts.
There were screams of screams that kept ringing, but the arms of the night wind, like the power of a giant elephant, pulled them towards Wushen Mountain and walked slowly.
But in the surroundings, the rest of the people in Miaowu Town felt their scalp bursting!
I'm so cruel!
They have never seen such a hot person.
The tadpole penetrated people like grasshoppers and pulled up the mountain.
This cruelty makes every master of the Wu tribe cold.
The crimson blood stained the ground.
Hundreds of witch masters followed the night breeze closely, but no one dared to step forward.
Because of the masters who came forward, there were almost no exceptions. They were all pierced like grasshoppers.
This scene, the tragic penetration to the extreme.
Witch God Mountain, getting closer!
......
at the same time!
Witch God Mountain!
Twelve white-haired old men sat together.
For these people, each of the old dragon bells was densely carved with wrinkles on his face.
Stung their breath, the majesty was extreme.
Like, twelve beasts stand!
Hit them, it is the Wushen Mountain, the twelve great witches!
In the eyes of outsiders, the most powerful person in Wushen Mountain is Ugula, one of the four national pillars, but only the Wu people understand!
Witch God Mountain, there is one old witch god, twelve big witch gods!
国 The national pillar Ugula is only twelfth!
The first witch headed by a stunner is a half-step legend!
"Old twelve, how is your arm?"
The first witch breathes like a dragon, between eyes opening and closing, giving the illusion of coldness to the bones.
He seemed to be slumped as if glanced at him.
Hearing the words of the first witch god, Ugula, the twelfth witch god, quickly got up and covered his broken arm and said:
"Brother! I have no worries about my life, but with a broken arm, my combat power is not as good as before!"
He said this, and Ugula's complexion was thick with resentment.
The first witch nodded, and a touch of coldness flashed from his eyes:
"Huh! That little is simply too crazy! He even chopped the old twelve's arm without even saying hello! This is simply too bullying !!!"
I am the first witch god, so murderous.
Now, the other witch gods also stood up:
"Yes! That little really thinks that destroying the 13 Masters of Xiangjiang will make the world invincible? We have to use blood to tell him that anyone who hurt me will be dead!"
"Boss, order it quickly! Our twelve witch gods will take the shot, and we must make that little hybrid corpse!"
"Yes! Revenge for the old twelve! Slaughter the nightwind dog thief!"
There was a sound of murderous blast, and it kept ringing.
I have to say that the strength of Wushen Mountain is much stronger than Xiangjiang!
The first witch god, half-step legend!
The remaining eleven great witch gods, only Ugula is the middle age of the guru, and the remaining ten are all the peak of the guru.
实力 This strength, sweeping the Xiangjiang River, is like searching for things!
Listening to these sounds falling, the look of the first witch became even more brutal:
"Everyone be quiet!"
When the first witch spoke, the remaining eleven people quieted down.
He glanced at his eleven brothers, the first witch god, and said slowly:
"At present, the most important thing is not the little hybrid! It is the blood sacrifice!"
今日 "Today, the first day of the magic valley reincarnation, after opening, our father will bring blood food, blood sacrifice to our king!"
一旦 "Once the king is satisfied, then the gift given will be extremely rich, and will even make us Wushen Mountain become the first force in the land of China!"
When I said this, the Twelve Witch Gods were burning eyes and excited.
That's right!
Each sacrifice takes ten years!
今天 Today is the most important day in ten years!
"Once the gift of the king comes down, one night breeze counts! Even if it is ten night breeze, killing is like killing a dog!"
The first witch god, soaring!
其余 And the other eleven big witch gods are also becoming more and more excited.
Only their servants of the king will understand how terrible their king is!
Howl!
However, at this moment, a sound of noises rang out from outside the room!
Let the twelve witch gods count.
Ok?
"What's going on?" The first witch looked somber.
At the moment, a witch man ran in panic:
"Tell the witch god, young witch ..."
what!
When I heard this, Ugula's face changed, and he suddenly stood up and rushed out of the room.
Not only him, the other eleven witch gods, hula, come out!
Just, when they saw a scene not far away, one by one was flawed!
"Wu Qing !!!"
Ugula saw the iron whip covered with blood, the little witch god, and the old eyes were angry.
Suddenly, the rest of the people have come to terms.
They couldn't believe it, some people penetrated the little Wushen and Wushou masters like pigs and dogs and pulled them up to Wushen Mountain.
This ... it's almost death!
"Small bastard, it's you !!!"
When Ugula saw the night breeze, the murky old eyes became more resentful.
Hey!
Almost instantly, the twelve great witch gods rushed out and surrounded the night wind.
One by one, he was so outrageous, looking at Ye Feng, like an idiot.
"Small hybrid, you are brave! Since you set foot in Wushen Mountain, then you will stay forever !!!"
Ugula hated the night breeze.
One arm of myself ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Be chopped by the night wind!
His own grandson, in the hands of Yefeng, pierced like a pig and dog, which made him bear.
Not only are they, masters of young witch gods and witch clan, after seeing the twelve great witch gods appear together, one by one ecstatic!
"Grandpa, kill him! Kill this little bastard!"
"Witch God, destroy this beast!"
杀 "Kill! Those who insult my Witch tribe, don't stay!"
I screamed and killed, ringing continuously!
Seeing this scene, Yefeng's mouth became even colder!
怎么 "What? If you think there are too many people, you can kill me?"
Ok?
This sentence made the twelve witch gods stunned. Then, a smirk appeared at the corner of Ugula's mouth:
"Yes! That is, there are many people, and you bully you! The night breeze, our mountain, a mid-grandmaster, ten peaks, a half-step legend! Even if you are a god, you must die !!!"
"it is good!!!"
Hearing this, Yefeng nodded:
既然 "Since more people bully less people, then let's see who has more people !!!"
After saying that, Ye Feng waved!
Hey!
A bunch of figures came out from all directions of Wushen Mountain!
One!
Five!
Fifty!
a hundred!
In the blink of an eye, there are more than 120 people!
The most shocking thing is that all of these more than one hundred and twenty people are-the great masters! ! !
PS: I have received a lot of attention from book friends, thank you, thank you for your support and care! With you all, even if he enters hell, Qiufeng will climb out and continue to write to you! In the past few days, I will make two changes every day. After the autumn wind is cured, I will make up all of them!