But gradually, the bloodthirsty man slaughter began to decline.

If this continues, he will retreat in less than half an hour.

However, the Qingcheng Banshee and others were not injured much.

Just as the bloodthirsty man slashed at Yun Di with a knife, Yun Di had already dodged, but Wei Canglin moved his fingers slightly. Yun Di felt that his body was out of control for a moment, and then the knife slashed.

He screamed in pain, and the knife cut through his right shoulder blade and saw his chest.

He endured the severe pain and grabbed his knife, letting it get stuck in his body, and then he slapped his chest.

The soft palm of the bone was very powerful. After the bloodthirsty man Tu took this palm, his chest was sagging and his ribs were melted by a force.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Qingcheng Banshee and others rushed forward and killed the bloodthirsty man.

After this bloody battle, Yun Di was seriously injured. He covered his wound and took out a healing pill with difficulty and swallowed it.

For ordinary people, this is a fatal injury, but for them, although the injury is severe, it can still recover.

The Qingcheng Banshee was the first to move.

She turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the bronze sword stuck on the ground.

"Qingcheng Banshee, stop!" The other two shouted and rushed up hurriedly.

But they were one step slower, and the Qingcheng Banshee had already grasped the hilt of the bronze sword.

However, the strong evil aura surged up, and it was extremely powerful. She could not bear the evil aura at all. Her face changed and she was directly shaken away. Her internal organs were shattered. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out of her mouth, and some were mixed with it.

minced meat.

The other two sarcastically said, "Miss, you just suffer a loss of uneducatedness. If you don't subdue it first, how can you touch it? Are you not afraid of being retaliated by it?"

The ghost-headed man looked at the messenger of hell, smiled and said, "We don't have to do anything anymore, so as not to hurt the harmony. It's better to do this. We will take action one after another. Whoever can subdue this fierce soldier can take it away. What about it?

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The ghost-headed man nodded and said, "This is fair. Hell Messenger, you are older than me, so you can do it first."

Whoever comes first will be more dangerous.

Because even if the bronze sword comes first, the momentum of the bronze sword will be damaged, which is more beneficial to the later ones.

The messenger of hell laughed and said, "It's because I'm older than you that I want to give in to you. You'd better go first."

The ghost-headed man said sarcastically: "It seems that we still have to fight."

The messenger of hell shook his head and said, "Why hurt the harmony? We have known each other for more than ten years, so why fight to the death for a fierce soldier?"

After saying that, he stood sideways and said, "You can do it first."

The ghost-headed man seemed to distrust him and looked at him with a warning and confusion. The messenger of hell chuckled and said, "I don't let you, you hate me. If I let you, you don't trust me. If that's the case, then

I'll do it first."

As he said that, he was going to draw the bronze sword.

"etc."

The ghost-headed man spoke and strode forward: "Since my brother is so polite, I'll be disrespectful."

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the bronze sword.

At this moment, the Hell Messenger took action, and he slapped the ghost head man hard on the back. Although the ghost head man was prepared, he did not expect that he had such strong power.

He was beaten away with a palm, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, staring at the hell messenger angrily and said, "You mean little man, you actually attacked him."

The Hell Messenger said sarcastically: "You are so stupid, you actually believe that someone will give up in front of such a treasure. Of course, you should die."

He walked up, grabbed the hilt of the bronze sword, and said mockingly: "If you have a next life, don't trust anyone easily."

After saying that, he shouted loudly, injected all his strength into the bronze sword, pressing down the evil energy in the sword, and then pulled it out with force. He pulled out the bronze sword and let out a dragon roar.

The sword body was shining with a faint cold light, and the runes on it seemed like a green halo was passing by. He stared at the bronze sword, his eyes full of greed, and said, "Good sword! What a good sword! I don't know who it came from.

The hand of a master of weapon refining, with it, I have the confidence to be on the same level as the God of War.”

He turned his head to look at the ghost-headed man on the ground, smiled sinisterly, and said, "I never leave any trouble for myself when doing things, so I will use you to sacrifice to my sword."

He slashed down with one sword, and the ghost-headed man didn't even have time to hide, so he was killed in half from the top of his head to his legs.

Blood gushed out, the Qingcheng Banshee and others looked pale, and turned around and ran away.

The Hell Messenger smiled and said, "Isn't it too late to run away now?"

After saying that, another sword was slashed out, and a dazzling cold light cut through the sky. The banshee of the Qingcheng was cut off in half without even having time to scream.

The others were not spared, and they were all killed by the Hell Messenger.

He was killing people to silence the mouth. No one knew that this extremely treasure fell on his hands.

Looking at the dead bodies all over the ground, he raised his head and laughed, saying, "My path to domination will start from now on!"

He raised his sword and whispered: "I am very lucky and will definitely become a overlord in the future!"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly straightened and then slowly fell down.

There was a blood hole in the back of his head, and a gravel pierced his head directly, shattering his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wei Canglin took action.

He waved his hand expressionlessly, and the bronze sword flew back to his hand.

"This kind of person who forgets his righteousness when seeing profit will be a favor." Xue Dongli said coldly.

"Let's go, let's open the treasure house." Confirm that there was no one else around, Wei Canglin took Xue Dongli to the top floor.

The two stood on the water tower on the rooftop. The sky was misty and there was still a lot of dust floating. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of apocalypse.

He was a little sad and said, "The air was very good back then. You could see the stars here, but now, you can't see anything."

He sighed softly and said, "Things are different, everything is not enough."

After saying that, he quickly pinched a spell with both hands, stroked his hands in the air, and said, "Open!"

The space seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and in the endless black void, there seemed to be a floating house.

The house is square and looks like the most ordinary warehouse.

"Come on." Wei Canglin stretched out his hand towards Xue Dongli. Xue Dongli looked at his hand, was silent for a moment, and suddenly jumped up and flew towards the building.
Chapter completed!