"The disciples of the Hanling Sect are quite capable. They actually forced the younger junior brother to use such a skill as Blood Killing Yuanye, which can kill an enemy by a thousand and damage himself by eight hundred." At the door of the commander's account of the Scorpion Tail Army, there was a pair of charming peach blossoms.
The young man with wide eyes whispered softly to himself in surprise.
"The Han Ling Sect disciple is not weak in strength, and the defense of the last spiritual skill is also very strong. If your junior brother doesn't use the killing move, I'm afraid he won't even be able to break through his defense. Even if he tries hard, he will kill him even if he doesn't hesitate to hurt himself.
The other party, your junior brother is quite a ruthless character." The commander turned the thumb ring engraved with mysterious patterns on his left thumb and praised softly.
"Thank you, Marshal." The young man cupped his hands, replied politely, and clapped his hands gently. Two men also wearing scorpion-tail military uniforms quietly appeared behind him and stood bowed.
"Go and bring the junior brother back, and take care of the other Hanling Sect disciple at the same time. At any cost!" The young man said in a calm tone, but the tone was slightly accentuated in the last six words.
"yes!"
The two men agreed expressionlessly, disappeared at the door in a flash, mounted a fast horse respectively, and rushed out from the scorpion-tailed army.
From the moment they received the order to the moment they set off, they never even glanced at Marshal Scorpion Tail.
"Junior brother!"
Zhang Biao hugged Zhang Shuo, his eyes were splitting. Although he had given him healing elixirs, Zhang Shuo's injuries were too serious. The bones in his waist were completely shattered, and his internal organs were shattered into mud. In just a moment
After a while, there was already more air coming out and less air coming in.
This kind of injury, unless there is a purple-level magic elixir, otherwise even if it is cured, it will still be a useless person.
"I'm going to kill you! Ah!"
Zhang Biao stood up suddenly, held the mountain-cutting sword tightly in his hand, and roared like a cannonball before killing the young man riding a tiger.
"This... this..." King Moro, who was standing on the city gate tower, looked pale and looked at all this in disbelief, his face turned ashen.
He originally thought that three Han Ling Sect disciples came to help, and even if nothing happened, they would be able to hold on for a while. Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, he lost a master of the eighth level of spiritual training.
King Moro could not figure out why suddenly there was such a terrifying man and tiger in the Scorpion Tail Kingdom.
"Things seem to be more complicated than imagined." Li Yuchen was too lazy to pay attention to King Moro at this time. He glanced at the two fast horses rushing towards the city gate, and his mood became even heavier.
After thinking with a frown, Li Yuchen took a few steps back without leaving a trace, stepped on the star-chasing steps, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint afterimage.
Under the city tower, facing the bearded man with murderous intent like an iron tower, the boy riding a tiger, although his face was as pale as tinfoil, his fighting spirit was even stronger. He kicked the bottom of the spear with his left foot, holding the gun again and gritting his teeth.
Guan, with red eyes, greeted him.
"You want to kill me, but I don't know if you are qualified enough!" The young man smiled still bloody, urging the remaining spiritual energy in his body to pour into the body of the gun, and the tip of the gun pierced Zhang Biao's throat.
"Die to me!"
Zhang Biao slashed at the young man's gun body with a brutal slash. The violent force instantly caused the young man to fly backwards and hit the ground with a thud.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out. The young man just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again holding the spear.
"Hahahaha... I have to open my eyes wide to see how you killed me today!" The young man looked like he was crazy. It seemed that he was not the one who was injured at all. His helmet fell off somewhere and his long hair was messy.
On, automatic when there is no wind.
"Gulu gulu."
"He...he's a madman!"
The civil servants and generals on the city tower stared at the madness of the young man riding a tiger. Some of them could not help but swallow their saliva. At such an age, such a crazy and war-loving man was really shocking.
"Then keep your eyes wide open and watch how I will chop off your head to avenge my junior brother!" Zhang Biao was not a religious man, so he rushed over again without any pause, less than three feet away from the young man, and jumped into the air.
Holding the knife in both hands, the long knife in his hand slashed towards his head with the force of breaking a mountain.
"Roar!"
The bloodthirsty tiger roared. Seeing that its master was in danger, it did not care about its own injuries. It jumped up even more crazily and bloodthirsty, and flew towards Zhang Biao in the air. An iron whip-like tail rushed towards Zhang Biao like lightning.
Biao's head twitched.
"Beast, seeking death!"
Zhang Biao shouted loudly, tilted his head back, and easily dodged the attack of the bloodthirsty tiger, and at the same time struck it on the head with a knife.
The head, which was already dripping with blood, was suddenly split open with a deep wound. If you look carefully, you can even see the brain. After Zhang Biao took the knife with all his strength, the iron tail that missed the blow instantly twitched again.
passed.
"boom!"
"boom"
After receiving such a violent blow, the bloodthirsty tiger was knocked away without any surprise. After flying seven or eight feet backward, a deep hole was made in the ground.
The bloodthirsty tiger roared a few times, scratched the soil on the ground with its front paws, and seemed to want to stand up again, but this time, it failed to stand up again. Blood surged from the split head, mixed with