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In Wanrong's hands.

It's a kind of short sleeve arrow.

However, when Wanrong was preparing for junxuan's sleeve arrow.

Chonglou sound reminds Ganghe.

Although steel he did not have any response and expression.

But he was ready.

His brother and woman are in love, betraying himself.

This kind of thing is the most painful and unacceptable thing for the warrior.

What is steel? It's a matter of tradition.

He didn't know how to deal with it.

Even he wants to let go of his brothers and women and let them pursue the happiness they want.

But I didn't think of it.

My brother, good brother, brother of life and death.

He wanted his own life.

Facing Wanrong's killing move.

Steel he's heart is extremely cold.

"Bang!"

Ganghe just raised his hand.

The arm guard on the wrist directly blocked the short sleeve arrow.

"Rotten heart poison."

Xuanli drags the sleeve arrow under the block.

On the sharp blade blood groove of the short sleeve arrow, there is oil red toxin luster.

This toxin.

Steel is no stranger.

Because the strongest poison used by Xuegang mercenary regiment is used to deal with the poison of high-level dark beast.

That's the rotten heart.

It's just that I didn't expect it.

My brother, like his own brother, even used this corruption to deal with him.

"Wanrong."

"You are my good brother."

"I'll let you and Jiao Yan go and pursue the happiness you want."

"It's a pity you're going to kill me."

"And with this rotten poison."

Steel he Xuanli burst.

The sleeve arrow was cut and crumpled into a ball.

Steel he's eyes also completely burst out of the intention to kill.

"You let me go?"

"Ganghe, you hypocrite."

"Will you let me go?"

Wanrong a face disdain, don't believe of say.

"I slept with your woman, and for so many years."

"Her body is already my shape."

"That's it. Will you let it go?"

"I'm afraid you want to kill me at once."

"Ha ha."

"Don't pretend to be kind in front of me."

"Even if you let me go."

"I won't let you go either."

"Head of Xuegang mercenary regiment."

"It's me."

"And you, die."

Wanrong roared angrily.

"Wanrong."

"Before you and I do it."

"I want to ask."

"I, where am I sorry for you?"

Steel he cold voice of ask a way.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're sorry for me everywhere."

Wan Rong's face was overcast.

In his hand, he took out a scroll of the sixth order attack source pattern.

Trying to kill steel ho.

"Ah."

Ganghe closed his eyes and waved.

The figure of an iron tower breaks through the top of the tent and falls from the sky.

A mace struck Wanrong's head.

Wanrong's head, even his body, turned directly into a pool of rotten meat.

It's hard to tell the head from the body.

"Ah..."

Wanrong body dead, one side of Jiaoyan issued a scream.

"Brother, what about this mounting?"

Grizzly bear asked steel ho.

"Steel ho."

"You can't kill me!"

"Wanrong is going to kill you, not me."

"Although I have no feelings with you, you have slept with me for so long."

"You can't kill me with that."

Jiao wild goose Jiao drink, exclaim of say.

"I won't kill you."

"You go."

Steel ho waved his hand.

So many years of feelings, even wishful thinking.

He was also reluctant to kill Jiao Yan.

"Elder brother, this mounting is poisoning you, and you are going to let her go?"

Grizzly bear a face not reconciled call.

"Let her go."

"Don't stand in the way."

Steel he said coldly.