Thunder Martial

The purple knife is sheathed and stands indifferently.

Originally, he called out arrogantly to prepare for the war. His face was frightened and he kept retreating.

Just after the purple blow, at the moment the knife light appeared, many people's minds emerged from the crisis of life and death.

One knife, cut off more than a dozen interracial warriors, some of them at the peak of a single realm. Only a mayor would be able to compare such a method of killing.

The three men kneeling in front of the purple tree were frightened and trembled, and the atmosphere dared not to breathe.

At this moment, they can no longer be arrogant and look at the purple eyes, as if they were looking at the devil.

Demonstrate powerful power, dismiss a group of interracial warriors, frighten many warrior spirits. Such an astonishing move without even a glance at the human slave. They look stunned and look at each other like walking corpses.

“Living in this environment for many years, they have long been ignorant of what it is that they are no longer human beings.” Looking down at the slaves who knew nothing but work, he shook his head in heaven and sighed.

“When they were created, they instilled the idea of alien warriors as if they were true slaves. Don't say resistance, I'm afraid you don't even know what freedom is.” It's a sense of destiny and compassion.

When they see these human slaves, their minds become extremely complex.

“Where is the rebellious slave?! ”

A blast of drinks echoed in the heavenly dome, such as rolling thunder, followed by a broken sound, and an exotic warrior in armor flew from afar.

Seeing this spirit of war, the faces of other spirits with horrors immediately appear in joy.

“Under the authority of the Mayor, he has the power of dual boundaries and is a strong fighter! ”

“None of these human realms are high, and when such a mighty one arrives, they are finished! ”

“Slaves dare to resist the slayer, not only do these people die, but the next whole town of slaves have to be cleansed again! ”

With the arrival of this mighty man, these warriors regained confidence and began to speak out.

“They are not slaves, they are the people who come. Get my father quickly!” The dude finally mustered his courage and shouted in fury at the distance.

This shouted with a hissing sensation, and the voice came out very far.

The strong warrior arrived, surrounded by powerful breath, the sky looked down on the whole field, and his face was arrogant and indifferent.

“What?” But after hearing what the dude said, his face changed instantly and he looked incredibly purple.

“Die! ”

The cold light flashed in Wolverine's eyes. At the bottom of his feet, it turned directly into a light towards the spirit of air warfare. In the course of the journey, Wolverine's body turned into a wolf shadow.

“Damn, it's really human!” Seeing this scene, the powerful warrior, who was placed in high hopes, whispered, without saying anything, turned his head and fled.

are you kidding me

All humans who come to this land are the most powerful, and must be fought by the people of Starling City in order to suppress them.

The strong warriors turned and fled, sparking a scene.

But faster than speed, how could he be faster than Wolverine.

The Wolf Shadow arrived in a flash, impinging on the spirit of war, and a blast ensued.

The blast echoed in the sky, and the wolf was turned back into a light shadow.

As for the strong man's spirit of war, his body blew away.

The surrounding noise suddenly disappeared, the surrounding area became dead silent, a powerful dual domain, was actually hit and killed.

“Mankind descends, these are not slaves. ”

“The people who came are said to have come to destroy our starry realm. ”

“Humanity descends, why does Starling City have no warning? ”

A heterogeneous warrior, this awakens.

These are not human slaves, but humans who descend, and cannot be viewed by slave standards.

Hearing about the slave rebellion, the son of the mayor's house was captured, and several warriors from the dual realm flew away, but only one person earlier, in order to show merit, was faster.

As the other person dies, the others react faster, turn around and run without hesitation.

“Whoops!”

Cold smiled along the sky, raised his hand and shot a light. This light was like a spear gun, ripped through the sky, and fell on those fleeing spirits. After that, these spirits paused halfway through the sky, first twisted, lost their livelihood, and fell directly.

Dead, claiming to be the most powerful of the Mayors of Smaller Smaller Town, was killed in a blink of an eye.

All interracial warfare faces are full of terror.

In front of Zizheng, the three of them had fainted two times. Only the boy was still insisting. He exhaled again and shouted, "Father, help me! ”

The whole town sounded like a terrible, sharp cry for help from my son, but the mayor of what is believed to be the strongest was slow to show up.

Over here, a number of interracial warriors have been slaughtered, and more warriors have begun to flee in fear. But those humans, they still haven't looked this way one more time, they haven't even escaped, and it's like a walking corpse without feelings.

“Kill!”

Watching the runaway alien spirit of war, Purple gave the final order.

“Die! ”

The barbarian stones exploded, instantly transformed, and chased towards the fleeing warriors. The forces of terror began to surge, and every barbarian stone attack could kill several people.

“Shh!”

Raise your hand and sweep along the heavenly path. The energy is quantified as a spear laser, and the fragmented spirit of war falls.

“Die!” The heavenly destiny sighed, slapped out, huge palm prints descended from the sky, overshadowed several interracial warriors.

The shadow of the fog changed in the false time, attacking through his body all the way, unable to hurt him at all. Whenever he revealed the entity, one or several heterogeneous warriors fell.

As for the others, there are also powerful methods of attack.

Now the interracial spirit of warfare has obviously lost its will to flee, so everyone can strike a fragmented group attack to the maximum extent possible.

One after another, the Fallen Spirit is still a massacre, but this time, the faces of the barbarian stones and others are much more gloomy, and the killer is even harsher.

An interracial warring spirit died, a scolding sound of humble slavery sounded all over the town.

Battle power is weak. At the time of death, all that remains of the warriors is anger. Unfortunately, the human slaves could not even scold, but watched their masters flee and were killed while fleeing.

They have no emotions in their eyes other than obscurity.

“Damn it! How did these people get here all of a sudden? And without any wind leaking, what do people eat in Starling City? Poor little town of Stuart. He's going to die!” A strong man turned into a flowing light and fled from the mayor's residence towards the outskirts of the town.

It was the mayor of the town of Smythe, the father of the boy, who heard the screams of his son and saw with his own eyes several powerful men killed, who could not give birth to a single battle in his heart and turned around and ran.

As for his son, he did not care.

But even if you escape from town, there are many strong people there, in addition to a platoon of mountain goblins waiting there, the end result is a death.

Smile town, slaughter continues, one spirit falls.

During the week, the outside world will surely clap fast and slaughter a group of war spirits.

But at this moment, they are silent and in a very heavy mood.

Exactly because of the human slaves.

They dare not imagine how the ancestors who entered the underworld were tortured, nor imagine what the interracial warriors did in the underworld to create so many human slaves.

The atmosphere was depressing, and it took a long time for a monk to say harshly: "Each one of the fae deserves to die! ”

“It is our responsibility to wipe out the Fae once and for all! ”

The crowd was excited and everyone was angry.

“Hey!” the old man sighed, for now, the main reason is not to say how to kill the aliens, but how to deal with the human slaves.

For reasons of human slavery, this time all hands were so fierce that the fighting ended much faster than before.

The town appears to have a large population, but half of it is human slavery.

The dude is not dead. He witnessed the destruction of the town with his own eyes. He witnessed how terrible the power of human beings as slaves was in their eyes.

He is still alive, but he is no better than to die.

Because the next thing you know, he's going to be searched by a man who looks really evil, and he's surrounded by dark light, and he's terrible and he's evil.

Except for the humans who were still cleaning the battlefield, everyone else gathered here, watched the dark screen search for the prince, and listened to the terrible and frightening scream.

Next to the dude, there were four living interracial warriors, who were also searched for. Hearing the scream of the dude, they fainted over and over again.

When the soul is searched, the face of the dark screen becomes gloomy.

“Tell me what happened?” Zixuan asked, and the others also listened to their side ears.

“These humans, created by the integration of human blood like ours into heterogeneous forces, have been transformed once, reproduced once, and become what they are now.” The shadow says.

“What do you mean?” Purple frowned.

“I mean, they're human beings, they have heterogeneous powers, they're heterogeneous.” The dark screen sighed.

Everyone else around heard about it, and their face changed.

“So if we let them practice, and one day, after they wake up, they could also be heterosexual?” Purple voices, no more feelings.

“It's not possible, it will! Heterogeneous power, completely suppressing the human bloodline!” The shadow says.

Previously, everyone killed the spirit of war and did not target human slaves.

The rest of the town is full of human slaves, and they stare blindly at the purple herd of humans. Without the owners, they don't know what to do, they just stand there.

There are two choices left to Ziqing.

“Grandma, if I die! You must remember to blow me straight into nothingness with one hand of energy!” A human monk could not bear the scolding.

The memories of the Dark Screen plunder contain records of the blood before the transformation, of those who died and of those who lived.

Only relatively, living human blood is worth more.