Chapter 293

"Hoo..."

After killing the three, Rocco vomited a turbid Qi in his mouth.

Although it was easy for Rocco to kill these three people, he knew that they were just mole ants. There must still be high-level warriors in the blood temple!

So Rocco turned his hand and directly threw the spiritual fire in his hand at the three corpses. The three corpses immediately disappeared into the space.

"Hmm? Mr. Wu, is there a noise just now?"

At this time, in another hall of the blood temple, a middle-aged man said respectfully to an old man.

After hearing this, the old Wu frowned slightly. He had heard the noise just now, so after weighing it in his heart, he said solemnly, "Xuewu, go and see what happened there."

"Yes, Mr. Wu!"

The man he called the blood five was a man shrouded in the blood robe, and his face was still wearing a terrible mask, a blood red face... The ferocious corners of his mouth grinned to his ears.

Then he went straight to the hall where Rocco was, but Rocco had left the hall long ago, so if there was no accident, they had no chance to meet.

But the accident really happened

On the way to the hall, Xuewu unexpectedly met Rocco on the way. After they looked at each other, they both entered the state of battle.

"Hey, hey, there's really a little reptile sneaking in. Look at the direction you're coming... I think you must see that you've killed all the wastes at the entrance and exit."

The blood five Yin said, and his voice was that kind of dry hoarse voice. It sounded like scraping things with fingernails, which made people feel uncomfortable.

But Rocco didn't take this person to heart at all, so Rocco didn't bother to pay attention to what he said.

"Roar!"

At this time, Luo Ke's mind moved, and a large amount of aura gathered in his throat. Then a tiger howled in his mouth. The unprepared Xuewu was stunned directly under this sound.

The next outcome was naturally easily killed by Rocco, but his eyes were full of unwilling color after his death. Then Rocco burned his body to ashes with spiritual fire again.

After finishing this, Rocco looked around and continued to wander around without head. In the process, he was still thinking... Why are the people in the blood temple so weak.

If blood five comes back to life at this time, I'm afraid he will spray blood because of this sentence. His strength is the peak of six-star martial arts, but he hasn't even made a move under Rocco. It's really too oppressive!

At this time, when the old Wu saw that the blood had not returned for five and a half days, a bad premonition flashed in his heart. At the moment he opened the door, there was a look of panic in his eyes. The next moment, he directly turned into a headless corpse, and the blood gushed from his neck like a fountain and splashed everywhere.

The author of all this was Rocco. He just sensed that there was a fairly good breath in it. But when Rocco wanted to solve old Wu, he opened the door himself. No doubt, he gave Rocco his head!

After killing one person again, Rocco suddenly had an idea in his mind at this moment.

"The blood temple... Isn't it just strength?"

Rocco murmured in a low voice. Since the idea came into being, he felt more and more likely, so he clenched his teeth and directly revealed his breath.

"No, an outsider broke in."

"Hurry, inform the elder and the left Dharma protector!"

"Don't let this person disturb the temple Lord, otherwise we may have no good fruit to eat in the future!"

From all the halls, there was a lot of talk, but without exception, they were all rushing towards Rocco.

As for Rocco, he is standing calmly in the center of the hall. Rocco has long been prepared to deal with the enemies he will encounter... The so-called soldiers will block the water and cover the earth!

A moment later, the first person to arrive here was a tough man. His body looked like the hardest thing in the world, but when Rocco hit his body with a punch, his body was as fragile as paper!

"Click!"

A click was heard, and then the man's face suddenly changed, and he stood still like a broken winged bird, with a lot of pain on his face.

Seeing this, Rocco frowned slightly, and then when he was going to wipe this person out completely, a voice full of spiritual power came from his ear.

"If you dare to continue shooting, I'm sure you can't go out from here today!"

Hearing the sound, Rocco's eyes showed a trace of playfulness. The next moment, his body directly appeared next to the man. At the same time, a dark red light flashed on his hand. Mercilessly, it was a blow.

"Bang!"

A sound of body collision sounded, and then the man's body was like a cracked bottom. Cracks of different sizes began to appear centered on his chest. What's shocking is... There was no blood in his body!

But this is not the time to consider these. At the moment of killing this man, Rocco clearly felt a strong wind behind him.

So what Rocco didn't turn back was to turn around and punch, and still use the blood demon fist!

"Bang!"

At the moment when the strong wind collided, a huge noise sounded again on the field, and the body shape of the pair of Rocco shot also reflected in his eyes.

Like the right Dharma protector, the person who shot at him shrouded himself in a large black robe and wrapped his body and appearance in it, which looked very mysterious.

The people who came back one after another showed a trace of respect when they saw this man. Then they looked at Rocco with gloating eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a young man. His blood is really Fang Gang. No wonder that waste will die in your hands, but I won't bury you if I make you my nutrient!"

The black robed man said faintly, as if he had never placed Rocco in his heart.

This person's identity is the left Dharma protector, that is, the previous monster man!

"Boy, those who kill my blood temple will pay for their lives after all!"

A voice came from the strange man's mouth, followed by the sleeve that wrapped his right arm. At this moment, it began to break, and then strange veins appeared on his right arm!

It looks like a pattern, but it looks more mysterious than the pattern, as if it contains the truth of the road.