Chapter 1051: The trouble of separation

The Thunder Cannon's body instantly bulged up one by one. The skin that was originally tough and strong became a crocodile skin. It was covered with bumps the size of a baby's fist.
Then, "Boom, boom!"
These babies wriggle with fist-sized bumps. It exploded violently, launching a golden-red blood mist into the air.
The blood mist is like a fountain, sputtering outward at a distance of 20 meters.
Time, Rem turned into a humanoid blood spurting!
Every time he screamed, Jian Qi was irritated into the bone marrow in the body. Rem could not help but let out a scream, just like a wave of small feelings.
A god-level master turned into this miserable image. Even if he is blind, he knows how strong his combat effectiveness is.
Old Qian didn't kill him, but shot the sword energy into his body. At this moment, the "blood slaughter" Lei received and turned into a howling cripple. Compared to the dead souls who died tragically under his hands, it was simply more miserable.
The thugs avenge your brother! kill him! "
Old Qian’s words and expressions are full of blood and incitement!
The thugs I cut you off! "
The silver hair behind the head of the delicate silver-haired monk. Raise fiercely!
The silver evening light flashed, and it had bombarded the surface of the human-shaped blood fountain.
"Chang!"
Like a sound of gold and iron, a silver sword passed through the blood fountain!
Looking straight ahead, Qian Qian shook his head.
The power is too small, a transparent hole, for the god-level master's divine body, it is simply not a wound!
Sure enough, although Jian Qi still raged in his body. The pain made Rem's sane more and more
The silver-haired monk drew his hand, trying to draw out the silver long sword, but he felt his silver long sword. As if pierced into a steel wall, it was clamped tightly.
With a violent roar, Lei Mei waved her hand, and the silver long sword was divided into two sections.
A flash of silver light!
In the sound of painful grunt, the silver blade. He was thrown back by Rem's backhand. The silver-haired monk twisted his body, but did not completely avoid it. Half of the silver sword had been deeply inserted into his left shoulder!
Seeing that Rem was half-dead by the old money, he did not expect that he went up to beat the dog and was injured by Rem.
It turns out that Rem is not too good at food, but the Tsing Yi monk is too strong!
"Repay my junior brother's life!"
It was another roaring, crimson spear turned into a crimson chrysanthemum that looked like a thousand-petaled chrysanthemum. Severely inserted Rem's figure into it.
Lao Qian, the murderous god, is fortunate to stand here with good intentions. Rem's hammer killed more than twenty monks from other sects.
This caused people with relatives and friends to die under the hammer. My heart is extremely unbalanced.
You don't distinguish between enemy and me, right?
Well, I won't fight the of death, I will fight you!
Lei Jie has been famous for a long time, and naturally it can't be a light rod lice. A bunch of guys didn't dare to attack the old money, and at the same time they pounced on their opponents.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, with dozens of people. It started to scuffle.
Old Qian laughed, feeling good and messed up.
The immeasurable golden red light, like hundreds of machine guns fired at the same time. "Chichichichichi!"
Another piece of monk fell down like wheat!
The soft-shelled turtle recovered from the flaunting golden light. It's irritated.
Amid the strange cry, a row of Tianling Caps was lifted like a row of canned lids.
The ten fingers of a turtle are like two highly efficient bottle openers, which lift up the skulls of each one by mistake.
The efficiency of killing jabs is much higher than that of single-handed digging.
The turtle was irritated by just showing off the golden light. Had it not been for the old money, he would have been planted today.
More and efficient killing. It was the answer from the turtle.
Seeing the soft-shelled turtle show such sharp claws, A Chou suddenly became more competitive.
Claws have always been Ah Chou's strengths.
How could Jinyao make the turtle monster compare to the past?
Ah Chou turned into a red light, every time he hovered, every time he flew. It is like an eagle hitting for nine days, passing through the sword light like a tide. With a bang, the blood dazzled, and a piece of Heavenly Spirit Bone Cover with five blood holes flew up!
The two god-level masters came down so easily, giving the courage that came out of the faces of many monks. It turned into panic in an instant.
Wherever the old money and soft-shelled turtle went, the monks separated to the two sides like a tide, and no one dared to stand in the way of the one-acre flying land.
"It's so ridiculous. Even Feilu's methods are useless and useless, just like that.
Really defeated like a mountain.
Old Qian remembered an old idiom. Isn't it used to describe the situation at hand?
Disperse, no one can care about others, this is called collapse!
"Let’s go, lest they get organized and get in trouble
The big head shook from side to side. A pair of small mung bean-like eyes blinked and blinked, reminding that the old money should be collected as soon as they meet, and then retreat along the passageway.
"Kills have killed so many. If you want to hide your appearance, it’s too late.
The old money smiled cunningly.
"To be honest, do you know you here?
Listen to this question from Old Qian.
The big head's face immediately collapsed.
"There are so many people, I think there should be two.
This time I'm done, all gallons of mainland will find me. Understand what's inside Tiansha City
The tone of the big head is simply painful and sad!
I didn't expect to be in Worm Valley. So many monks gathered unexpectedly.
Not even more powerful. Of the many monks who entered the gate of the gods, only a few of them escaped with him and the old money.
If he had known this was the case, he might as well have collected the bugs and ran away.
"How about the people from the Hive Alliance? Why didn't you see any of them?"
Lao Qian stood on Feilu, watching the crowds fleeing towards both sides, but did not find the shadow of a monk from the Hive Alliance.
Although not seen for two years, the old money with multiple shadows of golden fruit still remembers the face of the monk of the Hive Alliance very clearly.
The shadows of each golden fruit are like hard drives with large capacity, and they can guarantee that the memory will never fade!
"Hey, the cultivators of the Beehive Alliance who are with us, there are nearly twenty traitors in Guangming Mountain, seeing the army of all sects are killed. Will they stay here and wait for death?
With so many sect forces, I am afraid that I can't even drink a mouthful of soup. "
Holy Grace sneered constantly.
Being the most demon cultivator, he has endured all the power of these big sects.
With a backhand sword, a wave of water "flutters" over a monk's back. The monk's back instantly lit up with a trapezoidal body protection light. However, this layer of water contained The water jet is extremely sharp. Trapezoidal rays of gold and silver. Like a collapsed dam, it was instantly cut into pieces by layers of sharp water jets.
What was broken into pieces was the upper body of the monk flying forward.
Gold and water live together. As a fish monster's Benen, the benefits that he gets from the King Kong Lingyun Art are probably second only to turtles.
"All killed?"
Old money is a little bit painful.
This can be regarded as some of the more reliable contacts gathered on the plane of gallons, so it is a pity that they were all killed.
Moreover, among those people, there are still some nice guys.
"It's not necessary to get rid of it, all are driven away, that's for sure"
The tone of the big head was firmly inserted.
"Even if you drive away, if all the guys in the Hive Alliance are dead, I want everyone here to bury them."
Old Qian's eyes scanned the fleeing silhouettes, like a sharp sword against the sky.
"Go. Go, go, let's go".
Big head A Ming hurriedly persuaded the old money, who was already in his eyes.
The monks who fled around finally stopped the light in the air. Looking at a piece of flying land carrying a few people. Like a beast that satisfies his appetite, Shi Shiran left the scene of the murder.
At this point, the "Second Crash in Worm Valley" finally came to an end.
Many gallon newspapers described this scene in this way.
"First find a place to condense Feilu."
Lao Qian specializes in flying off the beaten track.
Flew thousands of miles away, picked an unmanned valley and landed.
Feilu now has more than one acre in size, which is too conspicuous.
After the massacre just now, Feilu must have become a sign for others to track old money.
Although the old money became a lot arrogant because of his great cultivation.
However, to deal with the siege of the monks from the entire continent. It's not arrogant, but stupid.
"I don't know where Hailey and the others landed. The thugs looked at Old Qian's expression eagerly.
"They should have landed in another place in Gallon~EbookFREE.me~ If so, they would be much luckier than us. Fighter.
Old Qian pretended to smile easily.
In fact, there is another possibility.
Although this may be heavy.
That is transferred into the space turbulence.
If this is the case, Hailee and Vidona are 100% dead.
This is also one of the reasons why the old money was committed to a terrible murder when he came out.
Being separated from Vidona during the teleportation made him feel very bad.
As an old river and lake, Datou guessed the reason why the old money used such tyrannical methods to kill.
The problem is, even if the flying land of Hailee and Vidona descends elsewhere on the plane of gallons. There must also be an exact location. It's easy to find it.
"Haili is so young and has such a superb cultivation base. Her teacher is definitely not an unnamed person. At that time, she should be able to spend a lot of money to inquire about news in mercenary guilds everywhere."
The big head said with confidence.
Haili was so young and her cultivation base was so superb.
To say that her teacher's status is unknown, who would believe it.
The so-called hidden world practice is generally just a fig leaf for the weak and small schools.
As long as the sect's technique is strong enough, a disciple who goes out randomly is enough to shock the plane, isn't this head coming out immediately?
Does the school teach a large number of disciples. Let them live forever in the mountains?