Chapter 674：

The voice dropped, the hot-blooded young man stretched out his right hand to the distance, the photographer who had just spoken suddenly began to tremble, his face turned red, full of pain, and the blood all over his body looked clear, which seemed to be a huge suction force that could harmonize with him. Broken bodies come out together.

More importantly, as the eyes of the blood race youth flickered again, the blood vessels of this famous teacher spurted out of the body, and the blood rushed out of the body, rushing towards the fast approaching blood race youth, surging in the air, Near them, they turned to blood and were sucked into the mouth by the young man.

The youth of the blood clan swallowed blood, and a strange flush of red flooded his pale face immediately, and soon returned to normal, licking his lips aftertaste, his eyes flashing pale.

Strange scenes fell in the eyes of other cartoonists, causing great fear in people's hearts.

Lao Fang's eyes were full of anger, but more of it was deep helplessness. From the moment the young man appeared, his heart was already hopeless. He clearly knew the power of shopping, not ordinary people. The power to fight.

But even so, his heart was filled with pride, and although he knew he was going to die, he would never have been able to do so if he had been allowed to be slaughtered without resistance.

Liu Zhuang, who is also the interface, said: "There is nothing to be afraid of, just a little monster. Many of us, killing Wang is a big deal."

This group of divisions originally came from all over the country, the tip of the knife licked the blood, and the shadow of the sword went through a lot, and they were all violent people who were just terrified by the magic of blood.

Now, with the encouragement of Fang Lao and Liu Zhuang, they are encouraging the blood on the bones of these teachers, the color of the eyes gradually fades, and the eyes of a few people are more fierce.

One of them was pale and his eyes were red, he picked up a long knife and pointed directly at the young blood type: "Damn, you killed my top brother, I don't care if you are blood relatives or not, as long as you have the guts, you You can kill us all, or you won't be able to leave today."

"Yes! Fight him and he'll be a good guy in 18 years."

"Look at you two," he said, gesturing disgust at the two trembling teachers beside him. "Look at you, you two, just like you, with a big scar on your head, scared like a bear."

"Let's fart! Who the **** is afraid of him! Whatever the blood! I don't believe it!"

"..."

Various voices became one after another, all the divisions gave themselves brave words, all the divisions were infected for a while, the fear in their eyes gradually diminished, and the ferocious spirit of the world reappeared.

But even so, no one dared to do anything to the hot-blooded youth. Although they said nothing, their hearts were bitter.

Everyone knows that these words are just one sentence, and according to this man's law of evil, it is absolutely impossible for them to live halfway through.

Now that you know you're going to die, you're not burdened, and you're not afraid and trembling at the power of the hot-blooded youth, but strong enough to yell. This is the people of the world. That uniquely careless temper.

In the eyes of the hot-blooded youth, these divisions are no different from the prey. When they heard a group of prey drinking and scolding in front of them, the hot-blooded youth on their faces suddenly darkened to the extreme, and said coldly, "You are all going to die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the hot-blooded young man suddenly set off, leaving a shadow in the same place, rushing towards the teacher with a good sword in his hand.