Thunder Martial

Fighting continues ahead, with the old man strong, but ultimately no match for the coalition of these miners.

The battlefield is moving slowly towards the distance, an opportunity for the old man to escape without trace.

But if Purple ran away, the old man's life would be in danger.

Zijuan can't run, he can't run, he can't get involved with the old man who can say he's very nice.

The cloth in his hand had been unravelled, revealing a black sheath, and he grabbed the sheath with his left hand and stood up again, looking out of the hole with a few chilling eyes.

These fighting miners, they're all holy kings, and even holy kings with holy levels of flesh. Their flesh is tough, and with their crane mouth pickles, it's hard to hurt each other.

Every time the old man knocked them down, they were able to get back on their feet and rush the dragon to the old man.

The old man's strength drained too much, his footsteps became unhealthy, and his response rate dropped. During this time, when hit by attacks by Uru et al., the wind starts to appear completely downwind and will soon fail, endangering lives.

Turning around, he took the Holy Ukrainian out of the bamboo basket and threw it out of the hole. He stood beside the hole and said to those who fought in the distance: "If you want Holy Ukrainian, come and get it! ”

As he spoke, Purple walked out of the hole, holding the sheath behind his back with his left hand.

These people fought the old man for the sake of Saint Ukrainian. At this moment, they saw this little guy throw Saint Ukrainian out of his hand, and the light of greed flashed in one eye as well.

“Get lost! ”

Ulu saw the purple rays go to the Saint Ulu Crystal, and greedy eyes revealed the cold light. He abandoned the old man, sighed in purple rage, and rushed this way.

In his hand, the crane mouth pickle gripped tightly, the blue muscle raised above his arm, quickly came to the front of the purple, after, he lifted the crane mouth pickle, whistling toward the purple crush.

Though the old man intentionally intercepted the others, there were still a few who crossed the old man's block and came towards Purple Pearl, only a little slower than Ulu.

Watching this powerful blow, Purple's expression remained unchanged, his right foot moving one step to the right, his back behind his left hand and the sheath coming in front of him.

His body tilted to the right, his right hand fell on the knife handle, only to see the crane mouth pickle in Uru's hand, rubbing the purple corner of his clothes down severely.

“Whoosh!”

The left arm tattoo was slightly shaken and the purple right hand pulled the knife out of the sheath.

Here, energy is inaccessible, and the purple razor can't show the world the amazing sword pulling technique. But he was able to pull, so the sword pull was still very stylish.

Without the sheath of the knife, the black light flashes over the knife breaker, the power of the knife puller can be completely neglected this time.

But the purple razor is not simply pulled out of the sheath. In the process of pulling out the razor, his right arm continues to force, the black razor blade, the slanted split, such as the sheath, from Uru's left abdomen all the way to the other side's right shoulder.

He also wore a patched robe around him, under this knife instantly disconnected, the circumference so strong that the crane mouth pickle could not break defense, but was instantly cut open a long mouth by a knife.

This knife, an upgraded version of the sword extraction technique, is somewhat similar to the essence of the original purple understanding sword extraction technique, but is far more powerful than the original extreme sword.

Because this is one of the nine-day swords recorded as a very upside down sword, and this knife belongs to the offensive, and it goes back and forth.

The knife in his hand, no longer sheathed in the blink of an eye as before, but pointed obliquely at the sky and flowed through the light.

Ulu's blow down, his figure stood still, and his eyes filled with incredible stupidity looking at the mouth cut open on his body.

The little guy he never had in his eyes actually took out a weapon and so easily broke his defense.

You know, the old man, he hasn't got a weapon in years.

He had the chance to get a weapon, but he chose the stone house because the weapon was useless, and here he did not fight.

But today, when he saw this long wound, his heart felt remorse for the first time.

But what made him regret was the black blood coming out of the wound, his body was shaking irresistibly, and he felt dizzy.

“You, you...”

He looked at the purple, incredible expression, already filled with horror and intense horror.

The left hand sheath, the purple sheath of the right hand knife, did not care about Uru anymore, but stepped aside, bypassing from each other's side, the knife in the hand did not belong to the sheath, but chopped forward.

In front of him, the second person appeared to be Parry, and after seeing the knife break in Purple's hand, his mind was obviously shocked, while the forward attack tendency became blocked.

In this world, weapons are a high-end thing, much more sophisticated than the lowest level of crane pickpockets.

“Whoops!”

Knife cut off, hidden between seemingly, there seemed to be a flash of light, only saw the crane mouth in Parry's hand, instantly divided into two parts, at the same time cut off the knife, opened the other party's eyebrows, fell from the front face.

Parry's movements were rated, the purple face was faceless, and his body was accompanied by a severed knife, while turning a circle, the knife broke and his body, drawing an arc.

Within this arc, Della's attack was dodged by the purple razor, which led to the breaking of the knife, cutting off the other party's arm holding the crane's mouth razor.

A shout shouted, Dra held her broken arm in her hand and let the blood gush out, regressing in horror.

This scene, almost instantaneously, when others reacted, Purple took three steps and dumped Uru and Parry behind him.

His eyes stared indifferently at Dra, who was frightened and backwards.

And the others who reacted, they had already stood still and looked at the cold purple face with horror.

Not far ahead, the others who fought the old man also stopped and looked at this side in shock. The little guy they didn't even see in their eyes actually lost three in an instant.

The old man was equally shocked, and he knew that Purple was carrying something wrapped in a cloth strip all day long, but did not know exactly what he was carrying. I didn't expect it to be a knife baptized by the rules here, the quality is remarkable.

A careless sweep swept these people, the purple knife turned around, walked by Parry, and came behind Uru.

At this moment Uru, who has been exposed to black light and toxins applied to the blade, has begun to invade his heart. He shook a porcelain bottle out of his arms and poured the only pill out of it, sending it to his mouth.

As long as he takes Dan's medicine in a timely manner, his life will be preserved. As for this wound, it is not a fatal wound, and his strong body is fully recoverable.

But instead of waiting for him to put the medicine in his mouth, he heard a cold voice behind him, "This medicine is no longer useful to you, don't waste it! ”

Uru was extremely poisonous and slow, not knowing what was going on behind him, but it was also clear that it should be a very bad thing, even one that endangered his life.

He didn't know what was going on behind him, but behind him, the others saw it for real.

Saw Purple lift the knife not yet sheathed, unhesitatingly cut it towards his neck, as easy as cutting the melon grass, casually.

“Pfft!”

A slight chirp, a human head took off, and blood sprayed from the headless body.

The knife instantly sheathed, purple stepped forward, snatched away the knife about to be sprayed with blood, and quickly moved away.

There were two drops of blood stained on his patched robe, corrosing two small holes.

Throughout the mine, there was a silence, only the sound of the blood gushing.

Uru has become a headless corpse, and Parry stands motionless, with visible skin that turns dark. After about three breaths, his body fell backwards.

Three people died.

In addition to the effect of the toxin, Parry's fatal wound is the knife mark that runs from the brow to the cheek.

The retrograde Dra was still alive, but he broke his arm, and the toxin had begun to invade his body, and his skin, hidden in a pitch-black color.

“Poison, poison on his knife!” He cried out terrified, but looked around and asked for help.

A broken arm will not die, and as long as it can be detoxified, there will be no danger to life.

But at this moment, those who had previously fought alongside him were subconsciously avoiding their eyes. Let's not say if these people have antidote, even if they do, it is left for their own lives, who will have to take it out for others.

Purple grabbed the sheath and looked at Darla indifferently. He had a detoxification dan in his hand, but Darla obviously didn't have the guts to come and ask for it.

The old man looked stunned at the battle power of the purple, although he had not seen it before, but then looked at the battlefield traces, and could also guess the action of the purple, as well as the pace change.

It has to be said that this is a very good presence with a good grasp of battle and a very good grasp of power.

To think of such a person as a newcomer to this place would be a suicide attempt.

“Save me, old man. Save me. I don't want Saint Ukrainian. In the future, all my things will be yours, and my life will be yours!” Dra, who was poisoned and ultimately did not want to die, after seeing the old man, was like grabbing a life-saving straw and kneeling down immediately.

The old man stood still, with bloodstains on the crane's mouth in his hand, and he looked coldly at the begging for forgiveness, Dra, without a word.

He's not a miner, he's a holy king, he kills decisive beings.

Though the miners' days over the years have wiped out his sharpness, today his bloodliness is thoroughly stimulated, as is the cruelty of his heart.

Kindness to an enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Dara fell in fear until he died, and no one helped him, either reluctantly or daring.

The first three people to strike Purple died like this, but the others were still alive, and their hearts trembled and frightened as their icy eyes fell on them.