Even without even a breath, a very abnormal flushing color surged from Yuan Huan's face.

The eyebrows and eyes were filled with pain and severe expressions. A large amount of scarlet gushed out of his mouth, and his whole body seemed to be lifted out by a huge force, and his feet flew out from the ground.

Seeing this, the soldiers behind him changed their faces and several people gathered together to catch Yuan Huan. Only then did they realize that his chest was broken, his armor and clothes were all broken, exposed, and his chest was covered with blood.

The wound is so deep that the sternum is clearly visible.

Yuan Huan gritted his teeth tightly, and he was so angry that he didn't even make a sound of pain.

His hands trembled but he quickly pulled out a thin golden thread from his waist. The tip of the sword was sharp and pierced directly into the flesh of the wound. He had a very skillful and quick movement and quickly sewed the wound, covering the bones. The terrifying injury finally did not continue to bleed.

And he seemed to have done this action thousands of times on the battlefield.

Not only him, but every soldier here hid countless such thin golden threads under the armor cloak.

Although these thin golden threads bring extremely cruel pain, they can save lives at critical moments.

Yuan Huan and others looked towards the attacker.

Under the blade was a pair of extremely Yin Qi's inverted triangle eyes, and his eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light.

What was shocking was that the attacker in front of him looked like a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and he was so young that he was outrageously young.

The palm of his right hand was broken, and the wrist was cut off without a trace.

The boy held a knife in his left hand, and there was no childishness between his eyebrows and eyes. He exuded a dangerous aura like a wild beast, and his murderous aura was as good as a devil in this world.

The boy looked very ordinary, dark-skinned, ragged, and had messy hair for many years. He was covered with thick oil and dirt, and was extremely sloppy.

If he ignored his extraordinary aura, Yuan Huan even felt that he was a bit like a poor wild boy in the countryside.

But at this moment, his body was cold.

Because the boy in front of him actually had the aura of Tongyuan Realm.

The twelve-year-old Tongyuan Realm!

Everyone took a breath and their scalp became numb.

It's simply unheard of!

It has even broken the miracle of the rumored Prince Wu Ying.

The boy did not rush to continue attacking, and his cruel and murderous eyes were patrolling like a wolf to watch the prey that fell into his hunting range.

He seemed to have a very stable chance of winning, dragging the huge bone knife and sitting steadily on the Broken Mountain.

He looked at the army in front of him with a joking look, with a very disdainful look: "This is the famous Gu family army, the new Kunlun slave army? It's simply vulnerable!"

Yuan Huan's deep eyes fell on the bone knife in his hand, not because he felt deeply afraid of the terribleness of the knife. Instead, the bone knife was extremely strange and merged into one with the boy's left hand. At first glance, it looked like a terrible monster extending from his body.

It's really weird.

He has never been above Jiuzhou and has heard of such a person.

"You must be curious about who I am now?"

The boy's cold and bloodthirsty eyes were like a wolf beast scanning everyone.

As he spoke, the huge bone knife in his hand began to twist and deform, and finally it quickly merged into his body and disappeared.

The bone knife disappeared, and a dark moon demon seal appeared on his eyebrows. The boy's smile in the dark jungle was distorted and malicious.

"My name is Cao Gen. I came from the prison of the Rashomon Sin of the Great Jin Dynasty. I originally thought that after integrating into the demon bones of the Lone Moon Wolf King, I would let your Grand Prince taste the feeling of being trampled under your feet, but..."

He sneered: "That bastard is too short and it saves me a lot of trouble, but Gu Jinyan is dead, and no one of you can save him."

Yuan Huan smiled coldly: "The great rebellion from Rashomon's prison is worthy of insulting His Highness. He just relies on evil ways to improve his cultivation. What's there to be proud of?"

Cao Gen laughed out loud and his smile raged: "I am just proud, because I will kill you one thousand people by myself soon, why can't I be proud? Your Highness? Haha, I screamed so much respectful.

Have you forgotten that your famous old prince Ye from the Jin Dynasty has gone to the Wuyue Imperial City more than a month ago and knelt down to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for three days and three nights. His pitiful and humble attitude like an old dog is really a pity and ridiculous thing when you think about it now!"

He raised his left arm, and the sharp light flashed on his skinny fingertips.

Yuan Huan didn't see clearly how he launched the attack. A faint black line was wrapped around the necks of the hundreds of soldiers who were holding him behind him.

Puff puff puff!!!

The heads flew out like rain.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment. Yuan Huan's eyes stiffly watched the burly body of the soldiers behind him collapsed. The wound as big as a bowl on his neck was as smooth as a mirror, and no wound oozed out.

His body could not move, because the faint black thread that cut off their heads spread out from his chest.

Yuan Huan was extremely shocked.

What kind of knife is this!

He slashed his body with one sword, and there was still such a terrible knife intention left behind, which had not dissipated in his body!

Looking at the dead comrades of hundreds of people, Yuan Huan's eyes were red.

Cao Gen showed a distorted smile in great maliciousness: "Don't worry, I'll be the last one to kill you, you are the leader, I want you to watch your companions and fall down one by one here one by one."

"Dog thing! I've given you a face!" The sudden voice made Cao Gen's smile froze slightly.

In the dark jungle, a pale face and insufficient qi and blood slowly walked out. He was surrounded by cold butterflies, and his breath was gloomy, making him look a bit like a resentful ghost on earth.

Cao Gen's expression changed slightly, but soon his smile returned to his smile, his head tilted, and he actually called out the person's name intimately: "Yunqiu? Why did you appear here?"

Xia Yunqiu lost a lot of weight, his face was thick and pale and sick. He clenched his fists and covered his mouth and coughed lightly, but his eyes were filled with contempt: "You are just a dog I raised, who gave you the qualification to call me my name."

Cao Gen looked aggrieved, but his left hand quietly covered behind him. The palm of his palm was silently bloody, and a bone knife and dagger transformed out of it, and he held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Xia Yunqiu entered the Tongyuan Middle Realm half a year ago. If he was treated accidentally, he might die here.

"Yunqiu, if you don't go with your Madam Man, why do you come here to ruin my good deeds?"

When the summer weather and autumn were gloomy, he didn't speak.

Just raised his hand gently, the cold sword on his waist was unsheathed, thousands of cold butterflies flapped their wings, and the thick frost powder particles were like a needle of a rapid rain.

With the sword energy zooming, Cao Gen's hands hidden behind him were locked by his powerful sword energy aura. His hands were covered with frost and ice thorns, which were frozen and cold.

The cold butterfly dancing in the air still rushed towards Cao Gen.

Cao Gen's pupils widened and thought to himself that this is the difference between the Tongyuan Chu Realm and the Middle Realm?

It is obvious that it is only a small state, but the terrifying suppression makes people so helpless.

Xia Yunqiu sneered: "I have a dog that is disobedient and biting people here. Of course, I have to beat him to death by sticking him."

There was a trace of coldness in Cao Gen's eyes, but he was not desperate and panicked.

His nature is like a maggot in the gutter. Even though he is confident that he can kill these thousand people, he has expected unexpected situations to happen.

"When do you and your wife want to see the show? If I die, aren't you afraid of the crime of falling from Wu Ying Palace?!"

The dark and rifted aura spread from all around. The towering ancient trees that could not be seen at first sight were all withered and defeated under the cover of this aura, and the cold butterflies flapping their wings were obviously slowed down.

The strong intention of death spread for a hundred miles, and birds continued to die and fall in the sky.

The green leaves of the New Year are withered and fallen, exuding a desolate desire to die.

A woman in black appeared beside Cao Gen at some point, and her eyes were empty and unconscious.

My once black eyes have now turned into a dark gray color because of practicing the Mahayana Sutra of Death and Wasteland, and it looks like a dark gray sky in autumn.

Her voice said without any fluctuation: "The self-righteous guy, in front of Xia Yunqiu, you are still a dog. In front of Wu Ying's Palace, you can't even be called a dog."

The extremely insulting sentence did not anger Cao Gen, but instead grinned.

"What do you know about a stupid woman like you? In this world, only I understand the thoughts in His Highness Wu Ying's mind. As a father-killer, how can others understand and understand the loneliness and cold blood? One day, His Highness Wu Ying will need me to come to his side."
Chapter completed!