Chapter 1794

Night Hong exhaled a turbid breath, excitedly looking at his right arm that magnifies several times.

Just now, the analysis of the tactics of huangquan in my mind has finally made progress.

Combined with the usual research on crazy feather's body, coupled with the fact that he is an ancient warrior, he immediately has an insight into the principle of applying the tactics.

Originally, I just wanted to have a try, but I didn't expect to restore the fifth Qingtong's tactics of huangquan and the gate of the underworld.

This is the first time Yehong was born out of ancient martial arts. With his ability beyond the ancient martial arts, his heart suddenly feels infinite sense of accomplishment.

But this is not too difficult in Yehong's eyes, but let the fifth Qingtong fall into the pit full of horror.

Like the Tao, the tactics of war are also the ability to pay attention to talent and understanding.

However, even if the geniuses are evil, they can't learn the tactics of the netherworld for the first time.

This is no longer the word "demon" can be described, it is simply a martial god in human skin!

"I get it. It's the traitor of the fifth Qinglan who leaked the information to you, right?"

Under the pit, the fifth Qingtong is still chattering.

A large amount of sand sliding into the pit seems to bury her life.

Night Hong did not respond, but walked towards the pit without expression.

"Dada -"

the sound of steady footstep, combined with the frightening right arm, is like a god of death who is preparing to reap his life.

Under the pit, he suddenly fell into silence. Obviously, the fifth Qingtong understood that his questions could not be answered.

But her other question soon came back: "Yehong, why did you stop me from killing them?

Aren't they your enemies, too? "

Ye Hong's eyes sank slightly and said, "what your fifth family wants to do, I just don't want you to be happy.

Are you upset? Bite me

There was another silence under the pit. I didn't know whether the fifth Qingtong was too angry to speak.

But night Hong is a frown, suddenly speed up the pace.

When he stood on the edge of the pit and looked down, his face suddenly looked ugly.

Where is the figure of the fifth Qingtong under the pit.

An excavated entrance to the passage appears from the side of the pit.

It is obvious that the fifth Qingtong used some means to leave the voice here, causing the illusion that she was still here.

And she herself, has long run away.

"Not good!"

Night Hong suddenly thought of what, gazing at those sea eagles and horses by the sea.

But I saw them put some kind of pill into their mouth.

Then a Seahawk member shivered and fell on the beach.

There was no sound.

The night blade's people immediately surrounded to check the situation of those people.

But ye Hong shook his head impatiently.

He had seen that those people must have taken some kind of poison that killed them instantly.

They die in situ, without cooling.

This kind of neat suicide means, and the nightmare factory people have a fight.

Ye Hong no longer cares about that side. Anyway, he has a night blade to help clean up. Instead, he looks at the silver brush painter under his body.

At this time, the silver brush painter's eyes were closed and his whole body was cold.

A cold breath hung over his body.

Yehong frowned slightly and put his hand on the wrist of the silver brush painter.

"It's no use. The fifth Qing Tong stab spreads the teacher's heart pulse. When the immortal comes, he can't save the teacher..."

Wu Qinglan's eyes are empty, like a corpse sitting on the beach.

At the moment of the fifth Qing Tong's sword, the heart of the fifth Qinglan seems to have been pierced into pieces.

No sorrow is greater than death.