Chapter 390

The representative who has strength but no brain can not even see that his deputy hall leader has been pasted with a puppet symbol. He is foolishly trapped by the ancient clock.

In fact, if the time goes on for a long time, it is estimated that the blood withered hand will find the octopus hand is different, but he has just experienced a series of things that make him crazy, such as the killing of his disciple.

Blood dry hand only wanted to let the people behind the scene pay the price of bleeding, so as soon as Octopus hand put forward the attention around, blood dry hand immediately agreed, did not think that this would be the conspiracy of Gu Zhong.

"You! Who the hell is it? " Seeing that all of his subordinates were slaughtered, his blood withered and his hands angrily let out a cloud of blood mist towards Wang XingKong.

After nearly ten minutes of fighting, he knew the strength of the man in front of him. His swordsmanship was very good and his moves were unpredictable. It's not easy to get rid of him for a while.

Sure enough, Wang XingKong easily drew dozens of sword Qi in the air, and then resolved the attack of blood withered hands.

This time, he finally turned the corner and recognized that he was not Wang XingKong's opponent. He no longer took the initiative to attack and stood in the same place.

He did not make any more moves, and Wang XingKong did not move, because he knew that Gu Zhong didn't seem to want to kill the man in front of him, otherwise he would not have been standing on the tree watching the opera.

At this time, the sight of xuekutang is also locked in the ancient clock, and the murders are becoming more and more fierce.

He knew in his heart that the man on the tree was the indicator of the group of people. Maybe the octopus was hurt by him!

More than 100 disciples were killed right at the door of my own house, and five leaders were killed under my own eyes. It's really unbearable!

"Hoo Hoo!"

Under the clenched fists, a gurgle of blood red air was diffused out, and the air was full of yin and evil.

"Hello."

"Your opponent is me!"

Wang XingKong see blood dry hand has been staring at the ancient clock, suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, is it a weapon to fight with him? He's distracted from the fight, so he's too light?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lao Zhao and Tang Wu also speeded up the harvesting speed and killed all the places they passed.

Before coming, the headmaster told me to strangle all the demonic warriors brought by blood withered hands.

So what they can do is let them not even have the chance to escape!

The remaining disciples of Xueku hall were frightened by the situation of one side in front of them. They saw that their master was also trapped in the enemy camp and had no desire to survive.

In front of the overwhelming Cangshan sect's disciples, he fell to the ground like a pig.

"Tut Tut, it's smart. It's more comfortable to know that you can die without resistance."

Ye Huan puts away the array of Dharma with satisfaction. He kills people invisibly. He doesn't splash blood at all.

The ancient clock has always been on the wall, and whispered: "half an hour to solve, the efficiency is not bad."

However, Gu Zhong knew that this was done under the premise of Wang XingKong holding his blood dry hand.

Otherwise, xuekushou alone will stop most of the disciples of Cangshan sect. Those disciples of xuekuo hall will not lose their minds and even have no idea to resist.

In fact, the reason why they didn't resist was more than that. The Cangshan sect disciples were quick to show their strength higher than their average strength in that rank.

It doesn't really look like a decent style. In their hearts, they have automatically regarded Cangshan sect as other evil forces that have competed with them, such as the power behind Leiyun villa which the hall leader suspected at first.

In the world of martial arts and Taoism, especially the unreasonable heresy, if you want to destroy you, you will be destroyed. There is no need for any reason at all. If it is carried in the hands of more powerful demons, it can only be regarded as their misfortune.

Coincidentally, blood dry hand and his disciples want to go together, but! He is different from his disciples. Even though he is a devil, he is also a master in charge of thousands of disciples.

He will not give up if he is watched by a stronger demon. He must fight with the other party to the end. If he can kill a person, he can do his part as the leader of the hall.

There are still octopus in Fazheng sect. After several years of development, they will turn over!

For their own life and death, the blood withered hand has looked very pale.

If Gu Zhong knew what he was thinking, he would be moved Laugh out a voice, and then pat afraid of his shoulder, comfort him: "don't worry, brother, this seat won't let you die."

"As for the disciples you brought You don't want to be your puppet in front of them... "

The big villains in the TV series have been telling us a truth. Only the dead can't speak. What's more, the ancient clock is not taking the villains, but the disciples of the blood withered hall.

The disciples were wiped out one by one, and the blood withered hands still stood still, but the blood red streamer gathered in the fists became more and more intense.

"Are you exerting your energy accumulation skills?" Wang XingKong said without a trace of emotion.

Found out? It doesn't matter, because he's done it with all his strength!

"Step on it!"

The blood withered hand suddenly turned around, angrily waved the fist which condensed the violent blood red strength, and angrily cried: "you all go to the disciples of our hall master, bury them with you!"Boom!

The blood withered hand and a blow blew in the void.

Call!

The wind burst, and the Qi of yin and evil spread.

Only to see in the place where the blood withered hand bombarded, a huge red blood fist appeared in the air, and then he flashed towards the disciples of Cangshan sect behind him.

He can't do anything to fight Wang XingKong alone. He must use the magic method of burning blood to save power, wipe out all the enemies behind him and revenge the disciples! And let the enemy pay the price!

"Call!"

The red blood fist, which is more than five meters high, is like a hill, which is swept by the wind. The strong force bursts out, and the place where it passes is suddenly formed a concave groove.

The Cangshan sect disciple who just licked his bag looked back and saw that a bloody hill came face-on-face, and his face was not changed.

Especially, ye Huan, as if vomiting, very uncomfortable hiding behind Tang Wu.

Brush!

Tang and Wu dynasties took a step forward, blue light shield stood in front of him.

Find death!

The blood withered hands were laughing in the heart.

His long-standing martial arts are enough to destroy a mountain. It is naive that the guy wants to block it with a common shield.

"Boom!"

The red fist of blood was directly on the shield. Next second, it seems to trigger what mechanism, shield up a dazzling blue light.

Blood withered hands eyes gradually stare, eyes are startling!

Boom -

finally, it was like a fist in a hill, hit the blue light shield hard, and the air waves with Yin and evil Qi permeated.

Tang Wu holds blue light shield, and resists all the power that erupts. Of course, he himself also burst back a dozen steps, holding the blue light shield palm directly to open a few startling cracks.

A breath of blood was spitting out and poured into the joy of the leaves.

"Ma!"

"Don't die, old Tang!" Ye Huan shouted, regardless of the blood Tang Wu spits out.

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