Thunder Martial

Palimello walked out of the camp toward the purple outside the camp. He had previously been determined to go alone, and naturally no one agreed.

By watching the war these days, they saw the power of purple, worried that purple was still hiding, if there was a powerful means to kill Palimello, they could not cry anywhere.

“Hello, Zizhen. ”

Palimello stopped a few dozen meters out of purple, and if he came alone, there would naturally be pressure, but now the pressure would be purple.

Fortunately, there are only a few Wang Erpin, no one else has followed him, otherwise he is really worried that Zijuan will be scared away.

“Is that you?” Purple coldly said.

“My name is Palimello. I'm from the Palais family. ”

Palimello smiled slightly and smiled mildly, or even nicely.

Purple frowned, he didn't expect to be able to dispatch so many native beings, could be a Wang Erpin.

At this moment, he was wondering if he could use all the cards to kill each other in a flash.

In this way, without the other party's command, I believe he can seize the opportunity to rush out.

Palimello looked at the silent purple and said, "I assume you're thinking about killing me now? How can you kill me if I already know how to persuade you to do it? ”

“You're not weak, you've got ghosts, you've got a space where you can travel, and your friends should be hiding in that space, right? ”

Purple's face remains the same. Since the other party can monitor his movements, it is obvious that it is normal to know these means.

“The two armies fought, and I will let you go today, but you will eventually die. Don't think I'll solicit you, that's impossible, we won't have tigers, you have to die! ”

When talking, Palimello always smiled and looked like an old friend who had been gone for years.

Purple looked at each other, silent.

The next moment, his complexion changed and his figure disappeared from the spot.

A sword mark appeared abruptly, sweeping past the purple body, leaving a cut in the air.

Purple appeared in the distance, with an extra blood mark on his arm. He did not go to see the native who had attacked him despite the bleeding wound. His eyes only looked at Palimello and a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

Shuā

The next moment, his figure vanished from sight.

In the moment of his disappearance, another sword was swept past and several lines of blood were sprinkled in the air.

“Not bad speed. carelessly, I knew I would have arranged a craftsman's three pints here, maybe I could really kill him. ”

Looking at the blood line in the middle of the sky, Palimello waved his hand, indicating that Wang San Pin was coming back, no more deliberate pursuit.

Zizhen retreated, with two more sword marks on his body.

In front of the absolute enemy, the immoral purple can understand, the other side said not to cut to make, while arranging Wang San Pin to attack, he can accept.

But in accepting this, Purple's heart also rises to the point of killing.

It is naturally impossible to run away for the time being, so he can only take advantage of this time to kill himself.

Vitality is spinning around and previous injuries are rapidly turning around.

A team appeared in Purple's sight, and this time Purple did not actively await their arrival, but appeared in front of them instantly.

At the moment of his appearance, his body appeared from the other side, as did King Phage Grass from half the sky.

The battle erupted instantly.

The energy of the thunder body was in a storm, and between the sounds of energy, several Wang Yippin was struck by him.

The long-awaited King Phage grass took the opportunity to launch an attack and pierced these people's bodies.

Over there, the stone knife was beheaded, one pint after the other.

Before the other teams arrived, the battle was over and the purple flew away.

This team without Wang Erpin was slaughtered in a short period of time.

That's the price of these two wounds on his body.

Moving away, replacing one another with another, Purple will continue to kill when consumption is fully restored.

In the meantime, he will encounter many forces, and many divine tribes will see this, and it will be shocking.

Over the past three years, the circle has shrunk considerably.

Zijuan's figure reappeared and another team arrived.

There is a Wang Erpin in this team.

Shuā

Next to the purple body, there was an extra light, a monk.

With a light shield in his hand, he rushed towards Wang Erpin.

Above the light shield, a light was excited, the light covered the light shield, a powerful and heavy aura erupted.

Boom!

The monk collided directly, collided with this Wang Erpin, powerful power erupted, Wang Erpin was directly hit by the monk to fly.

Purple and splinter appeared, plus the Phantom King grass, and began to slaughter the other king's pints.

The monk smiled proudly on his face and hit Wang Erpin again.

This is a Wang Erpin from the craftsman clan, and the heavy hammer in his hand fell.

The heavy hammer fell on the light shield, stirring countless ripples on the light shield, that powerful force inspired the stripes on the light shield, the next moment these stripes emitted light, forming a very strong force of reflection.

Boom!

This Wang Erpin was once again struck by the force of reflection.

Between the turns, the king's pint was slaughtered as many times as possible, leaving only the king's pint alone.

The void flashed, and a dark shadow appeared silently beside Wang Erpin.

Buzz

Next to Wang Erpin, a light of rules appeared, which protected the body.

Energy tremors, Wang Erpin's figure is reversed, and the light of the rules of the body surface has not disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, purple body and body arrived, powerful to break the defense of Wang Erpin and kill each other.

Looking at the disappearing images on the memory crystal, Palimello's face gradually became gloomy, and over the years, the friends next to Purple appeared.

They are still not awake, but they have the strength to fight them, which has cost them a great deal.

The only thing that makes him happy now is that the circle has narrowed for years and has become minimal.

It is not far from the time of the net collection.

Another two years later, the siege circle finally narrowed to a limit when the number of aboriginal deaths almost exceeded three digits.

Palimello looked at the little surrounding aperture on the sand plate and said, "Come on, it's time to close the net. ”

He headed towards the aperture.

In that aperture, the purple rays are surrounded.

His space, suppressed by countless domains, left him nowhere to run.

He stood there, beside him, the monks, Thunder, Wang Xian and Zhang Haotian.

Over the years, they have killed too many First Nations.

Looking at the dark pressed crowd around him, Purple said indifferently: "It's time for desperation. ”