The Immortal Clan Camp is on a plain not far from the Fengxuetang Camp.
The two camps looked at each other from afar and restrained each other, but recently, the immortal camp suddenly had a deep late existence, which also broke the clever balance. In a fight, Duan Ting was captured in a bloody battle.
While Li Yang was desperate to go to rescue, he was planted a magic circle by those late-stage people, which led to the defeat of Fengxuetang.
This immortal camp is becoming more and more rampant, and of course, the incident that Wang Chong was chased to the door of his house happened.
Today, as usual, the Immortal Clan Camp tied a man on the black iron rack in the center. The man was covered in blood, and the whip marks were shocking, his lips were chapped. I don’t know how many days he had been whipped out of the sun.
The breath was extremely weak. If it weren't for being a person with deep roots, I'd probably have died thousands of times.
And this immortal clan is really hateful. In order to constantly torture Duan Ting and leave him as a hostage, he often stops whipping him to the rest of his breath.
It has been several days since the cycle has continued.
"Hehe, this is the most enjoyable every day."
A young man holding a long iron whip and a grim smile came up and looked at the dying Duan Ting, and a whip was slap.
Duan Ting's whole body trembled, but no sound was made.
The young man frowned: "Horse, I see when you can bear it until you have to. If you don't make a sound, I'm bored!" Slap, another whip: "You should beg for mercy, I'll feel good when I suck it, do you know!"
Duan Ting raised his face. The arrogance he had at the beginning had long disappeared. Now he is like a wounded leopard, with many scars on his face, which must have been accumulated over the years.
The severe pain eroded his body, but he gritted his teeth, his red eyes, and stared at the young man.
"See you!" Bang, another whip, this time it hit Duan Ting's nose bridge directly. There was a crisp sound, and the bridge of the nose was directly broken by the iron whip, and the blood instantly covered his entire face.
The inhuman pain made Duan Ting's whole body convulse.
Several of his teeth were broken, and even his eyes were turning a little white, but he closed his mouth tightly, but he refused to say a word!
"Damn, is this the hope of your Dragon God Realm!"
Bang!
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!! Fengxuetang, do you really think you can turn the world around?"
Bang!
"I see you are just a group of mobs!"
Bang!
"Are you still waiting for Li Yang to save you? Let me tell you that he will not be able to live for a few days, haha!"
The young man became more and more rampant as he fought, and even the iron whip was broken.
Duan Ting clenched his fists. What he felt most painful was that he could not fall into a coma. The spiritual energy kept entering his body and repairing his broken body, making him unable to fall into a coma. But undoubtedly, in this pain, being unable to fall into a coma is an extremely painful thing.
But when he heard about Li Yang, he raised his head for the first time. With a snap, the whip happened to whip his raised face, and a ferocious scar appeared, and flesh and blood appeared.
Duan Ting didn't move, looking at the young man tightly: "Who will die if you say?"
"Who! You will die, Li Yang will die, and you Fengxuetang will die!" The young man laughed and slapped over and over again.
But this time, Duan Ting didn't even tremble, his stern eyes were like a hungry beast.
The eyes trembled in his heart when he saw the young man's hand.
"I tell you, Fengxue Hall will not be destroyed, Li Yang will not die. As long as he comes back, as long as our hall master comes back, you will definitely pay the price you deserve!!!" Duan Ting roared wildly, and blood kept spewing out of his mouth.
"Noisy!"
Bang, another whip was snatched off the iron whip.
The young man panted heavily, and he looked at Duan Ting jokingly: "Master of the Hall? Do you think the boy in Tongluo Realm who disappeared for five years and was killed by Tuling Pavilion? I think you are really crazy. He had already died a long time ago. So what if he didn't die? Just Tongluo is a big deal!"
"I'm going to change a whip to educate you." The young man snorted coldly and hit Duan Ting.
Duan Ting clenched his fists, and no one knew that his heart was as uneasy as if it was overturned: "Die, haha, you are ridiculous, he will never die."
The light voice fell into the young man's ears, causing his walking body to stop suddenly, and then he turned back with a grin: "Are you arguing with me?"
"I said, he will not die, he will definitely not die!" Duan Ting suddenly looked up, and the veins on his hideous face were exposed, and he roared, and blood splattered on the young man's face.
"Damn it, it's so disgusting!"
The young man wiped the blood from his face and suddenly became angry. He walked over coldly: "It seems that he has to change his tricks with you today." He grinned, took out a dagger in his arms, and shone coldly, and slashed towards Duan Ting's chest.
"I want to hear you say in person, are your Fengxue Hall finished? Is that boy dead? I'll let you go?" The young man looked joking.
"He will not die, wind and snow will not be destroyed!"
"court death!"
A fierce light flashed in the young man's eyes. He did not dare to kill Duan Ting, but he wanted to use this dagger to leave a mark that could never be erased. The mark of the slaves of the immortal tribe made him suffer for a lifetime, letting him know the difference between them and the great immortal tribe!!
"I said he was dead long ago, haha!"
The young man suddenly scratched Duan Ting's chest.
"fart!"
Bang!
But at the same time, a sudden loud bang exploded in the sky like spring thunder. The man's whole body was shocked, and then he was bleeding from the seven orifices, which were shaken by the terrible pressure, and flew backwards. Then, dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
The man suddenly looked up and happened to see the two floating people in the sky.
One of them was Li Yang, and the other one was the first time he met.
"Enemy attack!!" He panicked. He was just a connecting link.
Chu Ming had red eyes and saw Duan Ting, who was no longer human, at first glance. He felt anger rushing into his mind, and the blood boiled. At this moment, all the authority and rationality were obscured.
In his eyes, there is only one idea, kill!!
"Bastard! Death!"
Chu Ming roared wildly, and he grabbed his right hand and rumbled. The spiritual energy surged wildly, turning into a spiritual energy line killing claw, grabbing the terrified man!
"Help, elder!"
The young man exclaimed.
"snort!"
At the same time, a cold snorted sounded in the tent, and a powerful spiritual energy fluctuated into a sharp knife, blasting towards Chu Ming's line of killing claws.
"Get out of Chu!"
Chu Ming roared, his long hair flew, and a huge sole condensed in the air. He appeared with a slight move and stepped on the sharp knife!
Rumble!
With the loud noise, the Claw of Line Killing grabbed the terrified man with a thunderous hand. Chu Ming waved his right hand and pulled him to his side, looking coldly: "You said, is Chu dead?"
The young man was trembling all over, and the power of the bone-shaped realm was so strong that he couldn't breathe. But he didn't understand. He had never said that this person was dead. Suddenly, he glared at him: "You, you are the legendary master of Fengxue Hall!"
Chu Ming's face was gloomy, and his right hand was pressed with force, and blood was scattered, and the man was pinched into a meat paste!
At the same time, the people from Fengxue Hall had just arrived and saw Chu Ming's crazy appearance and the minced meat falling all over the sky, they subconsciously shivered.
Duan Ting also saw Chu Ming, and his whole body trembled even more violently. He smiled faintly at Chu Ming: "I knew you couldn't die." Then, he fell into a coma and Chu Ming came, and he could finally feel relieved.
"Where are the messes? I dare to kill the people from my immortal clan!"
But at the same time, four fluctuations belonging to the bone-shaped realm burst out from the immortal crowd.
Four figures rose up.
Three men and one woman.
Among them, the woman's face was the most ugly. She condensed the sharp knife just now, but she had no resistance when facing Chu Ming's journey. The tent she was in had just been stepped on to peel powder by the foot.
The king Chong was in the crowd and looked at the strong man beside him. A trace of determination flashed in their eyes. They crushed the branded crystal, soared into the air, flew towards one of the middle-stage people, and shouted: "Master Li Yang, I will hold one of you, that young man, and the other two will be handed over to you!"
"go back!"
Li Yang was shocked, but as he watched, the two of them had already collided with a grim old man.
Chu Ming's face was as deep as water, and he was burning with anger, which was undoubtedly terrifying. He suddenly turned his head and roared at the old immortal clan facing Wang Chong: "If you dare to fight back, Chu will make you unable to survive today and die!"
How overbearing!
The old man in the immortal clan actually sat on the ground and waited for death.
The old man laughed furiously: "I have lived for so many years, and no one dares to speak to me like this, so I will kill them. What can you do to me?" After the words came, a spear suddenly appeared, and golden light shone towards Wang Chong and the others.
The sound of breaking through the air made Wang Chong and the others pale.
Only the woman in the late stage of the deep-rooted stage did not move because she felt the locked breath of the young man in front of her, as if she was staring at a crazy wild beast. As long as she dared to move, she would inevitably face the other party's crazy blow.
(It is easy to read books, but not easy to write. Maybe every author has a period of fatigue, and Knife has entered such a vicious circle now)
(This feels indescribable, but sometimes it’s painful for me to breathe, and it may be because I’m too stressed recently.)
(Tongtian continues, Chu Ming’s journey is getting more and more difficult. Just like a knife, the pressure on life is getting greater and greater.)
(Sometimes the knife is like, so many protagonists have traveled through time, why don’t I travel through time...)
(Hey, I won’t say much, I wish you all a happy reading. This strange feeling is that the knife will try to adjust it quickly.)