Before passing through to swallow

An Feng was light, waiting until now, he looked high, at most barely an Intermediate God of War.

Already secretly gaining momentum, just as Tianxing Pirates came out.

At random, An Feng got up, his eyes sharp, and his momentum... went down.

The next moment, An Feng's face was pale and trembling slightly, and he planted his head from the roof of the car without any momentum, and rolled to the ground still trembling.

"Brother." He Qingqing turned around and saw this scene, and the cry for help turned into worry.

Uncle Zhou, the god of war, was defeated, and his brother was also injured. It is not difficult to understand.

Tian Xing flashed far away in one step, sharply turning his head back to look at the place where he had stood before, and then looking around, the weapon was in his hand, guarding, and very cold.

And after waiting for a long time, nothing?

What was it just now, could it be an illusion?Tian Xing was not sure.

In an instant, his heart trembled inexplicably, as if he felt the breath of death...how could it be possible.

It should be an illusion, Tian Xing shook his head.

There was a place on the ground, all being roughly tied up, An Feng was also lying down, shaking a few times, everyone was like this, there was no ripple at all.

The Tianxing thieves next to them didn't pay attention either, they thought they were all down, and just tied them up directly, the boss wouldn't miss anyone.

They must be innocent if they know it, it's really not them.

On the ground, An Feng's mind changed, the ghosts and gods were unprecedentedly overbearing, raging, and painful, he was unable to control himself for a while, as if he would be destroyed by ghosts and gods the next moment.

He was unyielding, and so was his blood gene. He was tough to resist, but it was difficult to stand up.

Why is it so suddenly?An Feng tried to abandon painful reflections.

Is there something else in the thunderstorm that is poisonous?

It shouldn't be, the poison that he is unstoppable, it is impossible for ordinary warriors to bear it.

Before the lightning was covered, it was weird and fast, and he couldn't completely dodge it, unless it broke out. Since he wanted to wait for the opponent to appear, he didn't dodge, and casually slapped the one that landed on his head.

There was something in these thunderstorms that aroused his grievances, and the intensity increased more than tenfold, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

An Feng found the root cause, obviously that thing was also obtained from the remains of ancient civilization.

Fortunately, he didn't rush to attack, otherwise he rushed to the middle of the attack, really no chance.

Now those people seem to want to capture them alive, with other intentions, he needs time.

An Feng endured the suffering, calmly and quickly sorted out.

I was depressed, and there was no way I was unwilling, so I had to pass the present test first.

"Brother, what's wrong with you..." He Qingqing was very worried, always feeling that An Feng was more serious than others.

Mo Xiaowu turned her head when she heard the sound, her mouth opened slightly, and then she was angry. This scene is a bit clumsy.

"I also said that I am the God of War. I shivered without doing it. The big liar... won't be scared to pee." Mo Xiaowu muttered contempt.

Lu Xue beside her was also stunned, and she didn't say anything. Could it be that they were all deceived, and what Mei Qiyun said was right?

He Qingqing is very kind, and she always believes that there is nothing wrong with blood connection.

The three of them were tied together and sent to a strange car stolen by Tianxing. The open-air cart, the cage with gaps, and the ancient prison car were big enough to seat many people.

This thing was improved by Tianxing thief, there are shadows of ancient civilization relics, and ordinary beasts can stop them, and can even trap martial artists.

"Haha, be honest, be a slave obediently, at least you can survive."

"Boy, play dead..."

One day Xing thief swaggered over, kicked and beat at will when he saw people, and then tied up.

"brother."

"Don't shout, this guy absolutely pretended to be." Mo Xiaowu curled his lips, having a good mentality after being caught.

Then he giggled again, this time mocking, mocking the Tianxing thief man.

But seeing a man, he kicked all the way, walked to the side of An Feng and kicked hard, beat the disabled and tied them up to avoid trouble.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he staggered back and backed out for a long time. He almost got a shit and was surprised, so naturally he didn't kick it.

"What's the matter?" The companion next to him was puzzled.

"He...the body is so cold, my blood and soul want to freeze..." The man himself was a little suspicious, but it really felt like this just now.

The grievances of ghosts and gods are raging ten times. If he is contaminated, he will instantly be frozen to pieces by the cold chill, and he will feel palpitations when he approaches.

"Big idiot." Mo Xiaowu sneered in the distance.

The man's face was ugly, he was furious, and wanted to go up and do something, his companion quickly grabbed it.

"The three female group leaders must deal with them personally, no one can move." The companion reminded in a low voice.

The man was shocked and became angry. He forgot about it.

After humming twice, the man showed a cruel expression. He drew his sword and slashed towards An Feng. There was not much more. What if he killed him, it made him lose face.

This time his companion didn't care, and went to do his own thing, just kill if something is wrong.

"Ah..." He Qingqing Luxue's face paled.

"Stop it." Mo Xiaowu shouted, the critical moment was still reliable.

The man sneered and swung the knife faster, and then his discoloration changed again. The knife was thrown out, and he jumped farther.

It is this kind of feeling again, the cold is terrible, as if to the edge of hell, and the next step is death. The blood will freeze, the soul will be broken, the knife will become cold, and ice crystals will be condensed... This feeling, the feeling of death, he absolutely Don't want to do it again.

"Old Wu, what are you doing, hurry up and throw them into the car. These goods are very valuable." A captain shouted.

"Yes, yes." The man's face changed. "You come, I'll go over there."

He yelled at a low-qualified person, and he hurriedly left. Although it was evil, he didn't say much. It was just an inexplicable feeling. Nothing was unusual. The knife didn't have ice crystals, and the boy looked at it as a small casual repair.

He didn't want to be troublesome, he seemed incompetent and would be abandoned.

Even if it was an illusion, he didn't want to feel it anymore.

The members of their group were all warriors, and the people next to them were not completely unnoticed. Their expressions changed slightly, and they stepped forward carefully. They used weapons to stir up the Anfeng backpack from a distance, and even the bag was thrown onto the nearby prison cart.

That person is very weird, nothing, he could not help but secretly despise Lao Wu.

Old Wu saw it too, and wondered again whether it was really his own problem, so he stopped thinking about it, and was already ready to set off.

The person was far away, and he was only touching the backpack with weapons. It was difficult to contact An Feng.

In other words, it is difficult for ordinary combatants to get close in the current state of security.

Tianxing thief seemed wanton and very orderly. He tied up all the survivors, and the prison wagon galloped and quickly disappeared into the wilderness.

A messy battlefield, soon occupied by monsters.

An Feng's soul will also freeze, getting worse, but he can still perceive the outside.

He knew that someone wanted to kill him, but it was really hard to do. Fortunately, ghosts and gods resented the radiant breath, and ordinary warriors couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, no incident occurred, and now he was inside the battlefield.

Ghosts and gods eroded, only persistence, the bloodline genes are endless, as long as there is a trace, he will not give up.

The grievances of ghosts and gods have limits, but they have been stimulated before, and he believes it will not last.

The pain is numb, the soul is immortal, and it becomes more tenacious.

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