"You can't kill me!"
Feeling the sharp pain coming from the center of his eyebrows, Jiang Hong had a look of resentment and unwillingness on his face, and started roaring hysterically.
"Kill me, and you will be buried with me!"
Gu Han remained unmoved.
"Ahem..."
suddenly.
A weak cough reached his ears.
The sound is small.
But he heard it clearly!
broken!
His expression changed, and the long sword fell suddenly three minutes faster!
It was also at this time.
A gust of breeze comes!
boom!
The long sword fell, cutting a very long and deep crack on the dark ground, but there was no trace of blood on the sword body.
Jiang Hong......
Already gone!
thump!
At this moment.
Gu Han couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground. The Blood Spirit Art had begun to fully backfire, and a bone-deep pain spread throughout his body, making it difficult for him to move.
"people……"
not far away.
The fat man was dumbfounded.
"Where are the people?"
"I don't know, it's gone."
"this……"
The fat man had a look of reluctance on his face, "We have worked so hard to survive, is it all in vain?"
"forget it."
Gu Han sighed.
"This man's strength... you have also seen it. Not to mention now, even when we are intact... ahem, he is definitely not his opponent. He only took Jiang Hong away and did not kill us. You...
Just have some fun!"
"Bah! Immoral thing!"
He cursed quietly.
The fat man also took advantage of the situation and lay down again.
"How many years."
He sighed while stuffing the elixir into his mouth.
"Fat man can't even remember the last time he worked so hard."
"What you are doing is called pretending to be dead, not trying your best."
"You know nothing!"
Fat people are not ashamed, but proud.
"Fat Master's tactics are called showing weakness to the enemy, paralyzing the opponent, and giving him a fatal blow at the critical moment..."
Gu Han no longer paid attention to his nonsense.
He understands.
Let’s talk about whether he fought hard or not. Fatty really put in a lot of effort this time.
Without Fatty, even if he had the Blood Spirit Art at his side and temporarily understood the killing sword, under the siege of three people, he would probably be in trouble.
Gu Han didn't say anything.
The fat man also fell silent in a rare moment.
Although they didn't speak, both of them guessed what the other was thinking.
Jiang Feng!
…
At this time, Jiang Feng... had been caught up by the two of them.
He was seriously injured. Even though he tried his best to move forward, his speed was limited after all. He only made it less than half the way when he was blocked by the two men.
"hehe."
Liu Tong smiled proudly.
"Your Majesty, Seventh Highness, we meet again. How about it? Do you regret not listening to my cousin? You are seeking your own death. You can't blame others!"
"..."
Jiang Feng remained silent.
It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he couldn't fulfill Gu Han's last instructions, and he felt extremely guilty and self-blame.
That’s it!
Fight!
Sighing secretly in his heart, he looked directly at Liu Tong, all the remaining cultivation power in his body exploded, and he was about to fight the opponent desperately!
"really!"
Liu Tong had a look of greed on his face.
"The skills you practice are indeed extraordinary. Tsk, tsk, what a pity, you are destined not to possess such skills! Shimei, let's... um? What's wrong with you?"
"ah?"
Liu Ying came back to her senses instantly.
"No, it's nothing!"
From the beginning, she looked absent-minded and wandering, and Gu Han's murderous words kept echoing in her mind.
This time...<
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Will he really die?
"Let's take action together!"
Liu Tong pointed at Jiang Feng.
"Capture him, we all share in that skill!"
"……good!"
A look of struggle flashed across Liu Ying's eyes.
"Miss Liu."
Jiang Feng's face was expressionless.
"Jiang was blind that day and misjudged you!"
"..."
To be continued...