Thunder Martial

Three-color poisonous fog scattered scenes that are somewhat out of sight. Of course, for Langman, watching that is still alive and still alive is a very good purple, his expression becomes very dull.

Instead of Langman, after seeing the scene to the Four, each eye began to shine and his mood became very excited.

The original impossibility, seemingly at this moment, is about to become something of a possibility.

“How did you do it?” The shady Langman looked at the purple voice and said.

Not only did he want to know about it, he also wanted to know about it. Clearly these people have detoxification dans. Clearly these three colors of poison fog have no effect on them, and by what means did Purple Kill them?

“You'll find out later. ”

Purple grabbed the knife and walked one step forward. The heavenly thunder wings that had previously appeared on his back disappeared when the trichroic fog dispersed.

Watching the purple walking, watching the fallen people, Langman's heart dripping blood. Though he would have received a generous reward if he had killed Purple, and even the rewards of those who had died belonged to him, those rewards could not be compensated at all compared to the losses of those people.

These people will die at any time and at any time, but only if he wants them dead. But now, clearly, it is not yet time for them to use death for his best interests.

In his eyes, the killer collapsed, and today's deal, regardless of the outcome, he lost it.

Purple was moving slowly, adjusting his breath as he moved forward, and he had just killed so many people with heavenly lightning wings, he was consuming so much. As he moves forward, his breathing gradually adjusts and successive fights cause his brain to become a little swollen, as if something was about to rush out, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Now against the strong enemy Langman, he can only disperse this discomfort and kill Langman first.

Xiangxuan et al. also came in this direction, looking at their faces, seemed to want to join forces with Zixuan against Langman.

“All of you back off. I'll fight this battle myself!” The forward purple voice said that there was an irrefutable meaning in the words.

Langman's mightiness made him realize that these people rushed forward and could only die.

The four did not stop, and at this moment they demonstrated a strong will to fight and a spirit of freedom from death, because they knew very well that only together had a chance to live.

Seeing as the four of us didn't stop, Zijuan had to accelerate.

The pace is changing and lightning strikes again, because the cause of the injury is slower than before.

Seeing this state of purple, Langman smiled coldly, rushing directly towards Purple, forward punching him, fisting towards Purple's head.

From the point of view of the four people, the next moment they will touch each other, as if one of them were approaching at a speedy pace with a residual shadow.

“Buzz!”

Yet just as the two were about to touch each other, they saw only purple bodies, and suddenly a strong light shined. The light illuminates the night, and the purple figure pauses in the light and accelerates in an instant.

It erupted several times faster in an instant than before.

“Pfft!”

Only one light sound came out, turning into a truly bright purple, behind Langman.

And Langman with the shadow of the road, after a few steps forward, stabilized his figure.

Xiangxuan was stunned by this sudden scene, his subconscious stopped there, and his gaze looked at the purple.

Seeing ahead, Purple stood, still facing Langman on his back, and this time, his back was a pair of wings, above which the light flashed from time to time, and the light swayed like an electric snake.

Such a strange wing, appearing on purple, surprised four people, and the speed at which purple had just erupted in an instant was truly fast-forward.

The sight shifted and fell on Langman, who saw Langman's nightgown, from which it had been completely cut, with a long knife mark on the chest and blood spilling along the knife mark.

Most surprisingly, Langman's right hand, the hand he just shook, left only his arm at this moment, the fist was cut off from the wrist, and fell in the place where the two had just come into contact.

Obviously, this is the effect of just a purple knife, which Langman's right hand dissolved too much power, otherwise not only the knife marks in front of his chest, but the entire body was cut open by a knife.

Promoting to a secondary hunter not only improves strength, but also strengthens the body.

In this fight, Langman lost his right hand, and Purple took the upper hand with absolute advantage, giving him greater hope of winning. That is exactly what the Xiangxuan Four saw, and that is why they did not go forward.

With a broken arm, Langman did not have the anger of his imagination, nor did he show a desperate, hysterical appearance, even the killing machine in his eyes disappear a little, but his eyes became colder and colder, and there was no missing calm in the cold.

Today's purple change is far beyond his expectations, and he knows that it will be a tough battle, and not in the slightest.

He turned slowly, ignoring the bleeding arms and wounds, and looked at Purple and said: "You are proud enough to force me to do this. ”

Zixuan turned around and saw Langman's calm expression at this moment, his heart became more and more frightened of each other, he crossed the knife in front of him and did not speak.

Even powerful secondary hunters still lose too much blood in this world. He won't give the other person time to heal, so the longer he drags down, the stronger he gets.

Even he could conclude that Langman's death was final, and now all he had to do was prepare for Langman's imminent rebellion.

Without purple indication, the four people who have been in battle for a long time are the beginning of the fun backwards. At the speed of purple, they are already in an undefeated position, and the dying rumman is likely to pull several of their cushioned backs.

Purple was silent, the thunder wings on the back were trembling slightly, and the alert could change at any moment.

Langman's left hand ripped off the rest of his nightgown, then sat between his waist and drew a sword from it.

It is a soft sword that is completely wrapped around the waist, a sword that is rare in this world. The sword is as flexible as a snake, reflecting the cold lights of the forest in the night.

“I don't have much time, but you're no better. You used to spend a lot of time fighting a double-headed tiger and a lot of energy in a three-color poison fog. That blow was probably the strongest force and speed you could burst, right? ”

Blood appeared on his body, Langman's words remained calm, but his expression remained calm.

“Exactly! I'm in bad shape, but killing you is fine.” Purple silence responded that, in this situation of inevitable death, concealment had no meaning.

“Then come on. ”

Before Langman started, as a secondary hunter, he took his own speed and potential and exploded completely at this moment. The forward shooting of him left more debris, much faster than before.

Purple had no choice to evade. In the face of Langman in this state, evasion would only make him more passive. Now he can only keep pushing forward, blocking Langman's death wave of attack.

“Whoosh!”

The heavenly thunder wing is vibrating and the purple speed is showing again, but constant consumption and increasing wounds make his speed at this moment a huge discount, not even comparable to that of Raman, who overdrained his life force.

“Boo!”

In this speedy encounter, the sword meets and a shock sounds. Instead of feeling a powerful force coming from above the soft sword, Purple saw the soft sword wrapped around the knife like a snake and then extended toward his arm.

“Pfft!”

The tip of the sword instantly stabbed Purple's arm, as if it had been bitten by a venomous snake. Purple held the broken arm and began to retreat.

The layers of soft sword unraveled, Langman rushed forward again, faster than purple, in front of purple, a sword stabbed towards the heart of purple.

This time, the soft sword stopped shaking and was straight as a gun.

The purple body bent backwards and the soft sword rubbed past his facial door, looking at him to avoid this blow, but seeing the tip of the sword was suddenly another tremor, he actually slanted down and rushed straight to his brow heart to stab.

“Whoosh!”

Thunder wings vibrate, purple flanks roll, ready to escape this inevitable blow. However, his speed was slower than that of the blade tip, his eyebrows were about to be pierced by the blade tip hole, the blade tip suddenly stopped and the purple smooth slipped away.

In the distance, his bright eyes instantly dimmed, then coughed up blood, and the whole person experienced a backphage, dark in front of him, and passed out.

“Damn it!” The calm Langman saw a must-kill blow so dissolved that a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

With the help of Xuan, he dodged a blow. Just as Xuan just stood up, he saw a foot kicking towards his chest. The powerful force instantly broke the number of Xuan and his ribs, and his body flipped directly.

His ribs were broken, his guts were shaken, and his violets coughed up blood again.

His whole body was in pain at the moment, but the most painful part was not those injuries, but his head.

This is also what he called the world's first speed, which is so suppressed, otherwise, the world's first speed will not be so powerless.

The pain came, preventing Purple from fighting at full strength. After falling down, she turned her head for several laps and rolled away.

As a second-degree hunter, Langman's observation of how acute he is, he has seen that Purple is in an incorrect state at this moment, which is an absolutely good opportunity to kill Purple.

So he did not hesitate to slash forward, sword after sword slash.

Purple had more wounds on his body and more headaches, making him unable to concentrate at all.

“Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

A sword mark appeared on Purple Pearl, and if it wasn't for the speed, he would have been killed by a soft sword.

“Damn, what the hell is this? You're killing me! ”

Holding his head, all he had left was a dodging purple motion, and he yelled directly at him. This pain, Jane, reaches its limit, and if it wasn't on the battlefield of life and death, Purple Fear would have been unable to hold on to the fainting past.

The crisis of death persists, and Purple dares not faint.

I wonder if this anger has helped, or if the pain has reached a limit, and after the severe pain, the pain has dissipated like a tide.

The purple sensory world, at this moment, has changed markedly.