Chapter 674

At that time, Wang Mang clenched his right hand, and his arm muscles shrunk half a circle like atrophy. That was when the muscles were compressed to the extreme. After a few months, Wang Mang finally used the once proud kill fast shrimp fist!

There was a dull bang, Wang Mang's slightly arched arm hit his forehead with unprecedented speed, and the crisp sound of "click" cracked. The leader Ao's face burst into a crazy laugh, which seemed to be suddenly stiff.

the insect armor on Wang Mang's fist face suddenly broke and splashed, and his skin was not broken to the extreme. Fortunately, it was not broken Wang Mang felt that his right arm bone was shaking slightly. It was obvious that his limbs were seriously injured!

The situation of the leader Ao was even worse. A hollow hole was made directly on his forehead, and a torrent of scarlet blood gushed out. The blood red pattern on the body surface seemed to be a flame suddenly extinguished, and suddenly darkened!

"PATA!" The head Ao's eyes were wide open, his body collapsed suddenly, but the arm holding Wang Mang's wrist was still like an iron hoop, holding it firmly,

"er... Er..." the head Ao's lips were moving back and forth, unconsciously whispering some short voice, his eyes were still wide open, it seemed that he could not believe that he would die in this situation one day,

his body The pattern on the body suddenly blooms out a faint fluorescence, but it is very weak, like a candle that may go out at any time!

The burst of fluorescence slowly concentrated on his depressed and broken forehead, and the broken bones and flesh were recovering at an extremely weak speed. The leader Ao's eyes suddenly showed shock and regret, and a drop of crystal tears slowly slid down the corner of his eyes,

what the priest said was true, and the ancestors were really protecting us! It's too late! It's late! Ao's chest heaved violently, coughing up a mouthful of turbid blood, and the pupils of his eyes gradually lost their focus. After a few breath, he was dead!

Wang Mang also sneered when he saw the leader's ferocious death. Just now, the mysterious force tried to recover his injury!

He hit a punch with hundreds of tons of impact force. His forehead is only sunken and broken. His brain has been pounded into a paste. If he can recover, he might as well hit the wall and die!

Wang Mang opened his hand and looked around. He found that the remaining sharp eared people had been killed by Liu Ying and Wang Hu when they were fighting with the leader. Their death was no less than their leader!

"Xiaoying, AHU, let's climb the mountain quickly. There's a battle to be fought later." Wang Mang scanned the scattered and dilapidated corpses along the mountain road, and looked up at the hillside not far away. It was estimated that there was the land of these strange people!

Liu Ying and Wang Hu all nodded solemnly. These 20 odd people, together with their leaders, were killed by themselves and others. I'm afraid there will be a bloody battle in their land!

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense and serious, Wang Mang also said with a smile: "don't worry too much. We have killed all the leaders of the Jian'er clan, and the rest of them will not be strong. Besides, as long as we pass this pass, the Tibetan dragon stele on the top of the mountain will arrive smoothly!"