The Martial Peak (New)
MP 474s

474: Old man sunburn

The clan old man from the Five sets of talents stopped after a few steps, and a strange sneaky smile came, and the voice went into the ears, so that everyone could not help but the scalp, he said, and it's very uncomfortable.

“Parent ... release you?” The eyes of the middle-aged person emitted a dangerously cold light, his voice was low, and a gloomy atmosphere spread out, making one feel cold.

The faces of the people had changed together, and they were suddenly ugly, and they did not dare to act rashly.

“What advice do you have?” The person who spoke before frowned and asked, and that strength was secretly motivated.

“The old man was in a good mood today, and he was too lazy to open a murder.” The middle-aged man smiled with a sly smile and looked relaxed and relaxed. “But you have no eyes, no eyes, nothing reliable, no. The right person is right, the old man doesn't care. "

Hearing the meaning of his words, the faces of the five groups of people were even uglier, and the gods of the world were cold and shouted: "I'll wait, there's no need for your comment. Although you are strong, but we are so many people, it is difficult to be you. Still want to kill him? "

During his speech, the five groups gradually gathered together, and they looked at the middle-aged people with dignified looks, and they showed a positive attitude towards life and death.

In the presence of such a master, they were also forced to do so, just hoping that the other party would accept it when they saw it well.

I don't know if the middle-aged man didn't feel any trouble, but the more excited he looked, he nodded again and again: "Not bad, many people can finally kill him once!"

Talk, look a little, open your hands. Slowly lifted, grinning: "Laut of blood!"

Behind his back, a flash of blood flashed, and bright red blood spurted like a thread of arrows onto the five groups.

Everyone didn't react, and I couldn't help but be covered in blood.

As you can see, the world is red, not only does it turn red in that day. The ground that was trampled under the feet seemed to be poured with blood, and the blood bubbles that appeared in the basin were constantly bursting out. Everyone was bombarded with blood and looked terrible.

The sounds of snoring are endless.

Just like Shura Purgatory!

“What is this?” Five groups of people suddenly panicked, they had never seen this sinister and strange martial art. A trick was made, and even the environment around that week changed. In a panic, Qi Yuan was running, the body was being opened, and secret treasures were added, and I wanted to get rid of the ties from this blood red world.

I knew that the blood on the ground seemed to have a great suction, and they were sucked firmly on the ground, and they did not move at all.

The land you are in. It seemed to have become a swamp area, the stronger it was, the faster it stuck.

"Oh ..." The middle-aged man once again giggled, and his face happily admired the ugly and helpless expression that left everyone wrestling in blood. Narrow long eyes even exploded into a strange light. It's so exciting and exciting.

The valley of the phantom king and the treasure sect were also stunned, all looking towards the bloody ocean, and eyes trembled violently.

Everyone knew that this sudden middle-aged person was extremely strong, but no one knew that he was strong enough.

Just a trick, let the five groups of people fall into despair. Looking at his appearance, it seemed like he was not moving at all, but just a temperament shot.

The Ghost Valley itself was a sect, and martial arts and cultivation practice were also sinister attributes, too, but Leng Shan and the others compared the martial arts of their own sects to the scenery in front of them, and they were still a little sad. Blood red, the disciples of the Ghost Valley king all felt that his body was cold, his soul was trembling.

The treasure distiller was even more flushed. Only Wu Yan, who rejected the desires of the heart, looked at the middle-aged person intentionally or unintentionally.

He was surprised to find that this middle-aged person did not seem like a good thing!

Before and after the ten-day period, those trapped in the bloody ocean had changed.These people, no matter how strong or weak, no matter how high or low they were, were all described as cunning, a pair of bloody, and round eyes Panic expressions disappeared from their faces, replaced by endless madness and murder.

It seemed that in the bloody sea, hidden cruelty and evil had affected their hearts.

“Kill!” Someone shouted, shrouded martial arts and secret treasures to the fellow next to him, and instantly turned this fellow into a headless body.

Kill and kill!

The five groups of people, all like demons, the six elders did not recognize him, his mouth was screaming, constantly fighting with the people around them.

One after another, the body fell down, and the flowing blood made the bloody sea even more beautiful.

Bloody gas rose into the sky.

The middle-aged man seemed to admire the great drama, and there was a lot of excitement and happiness on his eyebrows.

Broken limbs flew through the air, the corpse became a mountain, and blood flowed into the river.

A few female disciples from Baozong and the Ghost Valley could not help but touch the handkerchief and rushed to the side to vomit and vomit bitter water.

The middle-aged man turned to look at them and smiled and stopped paying attention.

About half a cup of tea, the five groups of people covered by the blood sea cage almost all died, leaving only the gods who had spoken before who were still alive.

In the end, it was the one with the strongest strength. Although there were only six layers of gods, it was much better than anyone else, no matter if they were practicing or practicing martial arts.

But even if he survived, he was no longer what he was today.

This person had a pair of red eyes and eyes, like a savage beast trapped in confinement for thousands of years, hot breath in his nostrils, his face was extremely murderous, staring left and right, respectively, standing alone in the sea of blood.

His mind had been annihilated, and now he was just a walking dead who obeyed the killing instinct.

"Good! You have survived, and the old man will not go around you!" The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand, and a magical print of mysterious and magical words was shot out, amidst the bodies of the gods.

With Indiana imprinting, this body of sacred space seemed to have become a whirlpool, swallowing the blood next to it.

This strange scene left Ghost Valley and Treasures once again moved.

With the infusion of blood and water, the body and face of the ruler of the sacred journey gradually changed.The body swelled up and his face distorted, even on his forehead, he even inflated a large bag. .

For a while, blood poured into his body, and at this moment, looking at this person, he was basically unable to see his true appearance.

This god of travel was blood red, like a red soldering iron, his face blurred, just a pair of eyes emitting an infiltrating light.

Wu Yan felt startled by the strange way of the middle-aged people, he was slightly inducted and found that the warrior who was originally only a six-story sanctuary of the gods had real volatility, and he also became breath. Violent, arrogant, bloody, and cruel.

"Oh ..." He shouted in the sky, and a beast-like roar came out from his mouth. The sky changed, and huge clouds gathered above his head. A red light shot from the large bag on his forehead burst through the sky. .

“It's still a little useful, I don't want that old man lifting you up with blood!” The middle-aged man snorted and took a hand, and the guerrilla lord god turned into a bloody light, and disappeared into his palm.

Everyone stay.

The ways in which middle-aged people would come out one after another, they had never heard of it, they had never seen it before, and it seemed that they did not belong to this world at all.

After seeing the cruelty and sorrow of this person, the people from the Valley of Ghosts and Treasures suddenly felt awkward and could not help but spill the grief that had just escaped from the wolf den and fell into the tiger's nest.

He killed five groups of people, as simple as a bunch of ants, killed himself, do you still have to frown?

Unexpectedly, after he received the blood, he actually fell to the ground with a ferocious expression in front of him, and smiled at the crowd: "Well, the fish has already been cleaned, let's go."

No one dared to move, everyone looked at him with fear and horror.

"Well?" Middle-aged people also noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. They laughed loudly: "Fear I killed you?"

Wu Yan could not help but cough and look awkward. He quickly said: "Don't dare, you have a life-saving grace for me, I dare not speculate."

"Rest assured, since you will help Yang Kai, I won't do it for you. I will also go to Yang Kai, hehe!" The middle-aged man's expression was gentle, and suddenly many people looked relaxed, and his words changed, middle-aged. People blamed and laughed: "But if you go to help the other sons of the Yang family, then you can stop the old man and start mercilessly."

The relaxed atmosphere was once again tight.

Wu Yan is even busy: "No, we will depend on his son."

In my heart, I suspected, the youngest son of the Yang family, what kind of person I met outside! This is not a legendary evil master.

Amidst the crowd, Leng Shan hesitated for a long time, and then he dared to come and look at the middle-aged man and ask gently: "Thank you to the predecessors who had just been rescued and dared to ask the seniors how to call it?"

Wu Yan's ears moved, and he quickly listened to his voice.

"The old man called the land .. well, the old man's name!"

"It turns out it was the predecessor." Leng Shan did not dare to go deeper, but the beauty was suspicious, "the predecessors, have we seen it?"

Shen Yu and Cheng Ying and the others could not help but be surprised, and quickly and quietly gave a wink and a wink.

This middle-aged person was not a good bird at first glance, meaning that it was extremely ferocious, even more cruel than the valley of the phantom king. Teachers and sisters were so nervous, they had to be close to others and avoid them.

I know that the middle-aged man who claimed to be a surname actually smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, we've seen it."

Cold Shan was more confused, his brows furrowed, and his face was inseparable colored: "Then why do I have no impression at all, just think vaguely that you are familiar with your predecessors."