As soon as the figure flashed, Jun Wuyou was like an excitement, and he instantly plundered to Jun Jiuyou.
At this moment, Jun Jiuyou is completely at the end of the crossbow, and there is no power to resist.
The next moment, I saw that Jun raised his palm without arrogant, holding Jun Jiuyou's head with one palm, and the outbreak of the brutal power, a deduction, directly smashed Jun Jiuyou's head into the ground.
Bang!
With a bombing, the ground of the quiet room seemed to shake violently.
Jun Jiuyou immediately broke his head, his eyes rushed to Venus, and the strong sense of weakness swept away. He felt that he was really tired. He wanted to sleep like this, forever, forever ...
"Huh, good nephew, Jiang is still old spicy, you, it's too tender!"
Jun Wu shook his head, sneered, and his palm was slightly harder.
"Dare!"
At this moment, Jun Wufeng suddenly opened his pupils, a sperm of a mang, and shot out.
That Jun had no delusional eyelids, and felt a heartbroken force that struck, and quickly gave up Jun Jiuyou, plundered, retreated backwards.
Unfortunately, he was still slower. The essence was penetrated directly from his shoulders. A blood flower splashed, and Jun had no gullet, his eyes, with the color of anger and amazing.
But it turned out that it was at this moment when he was out of front, and he woke up!
Ling Feng wiped the sweat on his forehead. At the last moment, he finally helped Jun Wuding successfully integrate the god pattern.
Among this god's pattern, there is the sanctuary fragments of the Jiuyou family.
"How is it possible, you still have such strength!"
Jun Wu stared at Jun Wufeng, and Jun Jun Wufeng looked one by one.
"Jun Wuyan, you damn it!"
Jun Wufeng flickered and raised directly from the sick couch. He saw the dying son lying on the ground, a dying son, anger in his chest, and burning.
"Burning the wind and thunder!"
Jun Wufeng was angry, the same move, in the hands of Jun Wufeng, it was even more domineering, and there was no power.
"Huh, today's father and son are lucky!"
Jun Wuyan saw that Jun Wufeng actually had such strength, and he caught off guard. He was abolished with an arm. The strength was greatly reduced.
As a result, Jun did not make a decisive machine, and no longer loved, and immediately fled out. At the wound of the left shoulder, the blood still flowed, leaving the blood water in one place.
Jun Wufeng saw that Jun escaped without arrogance and did not chase out. He only waited for the monarch to go away from his unreasonable figure.
However, it turned out that Fang Jijun Wufeng actually raised a bite of Yuanli and supported him.
After all, he had just returned to his vitality, and immediately forced his shot when he woke up. It seemed that he had just become overbearing. In fact, he hurt 800 enemies and damaged one thousand.
"puff!"
Jun Wufeng spit out a few bites of blood, and then turned to Jun Jiuyou, and saw his son dying into a pool of blood, and he suddenly felt like a knife.
At this moment, Jun Jiuyou, the god pattern has been destroyed, and he is seriously injured. Even if he is cured, I am afraid that it will be just a waste after all.
"Silly child, why are you suffering!"
Jun Wufeng lifted up Jun Jiuyou, hugged in his arms, his eyes, tears flickered.
"Father, you're okay."
Jun Jiuyou smiled tragically, "All the efforts I have done, after all ... no waste."
Ling Feng sighed lightly, watching the father and son, shook his head slightly.
I have tried my best, but after all, I took a step slower.
Jun Jiuyou's god pattern has been destroyed, and he is helpless.
"Senior, let me treat you wounds."
Ling Feng stepped forward. The injuries of Jun Jiuyou and Jun Wufeng were extremely serious. If they were not treated in time, I am afraid there would be hidden dangers.
Especially Jun Jiuyou, he is now a waste person, and he will not be treated again. I am afraid that in the future, it will become disabled.
"Little brother, wait a moment."
Jun Wufeng took a deep breath and wiped the blood on Jun Jiuyou's face. It seemed to make some decision. He raised his palm and gently stunned at Jun Jiuyou's eyebrows.
"Child, you have to remember, you are my hope!"
The next moment, the god pattern on the forehead of Jun Wufeng kept flashing. Jun Jiuyou only felt a warm current and poured into the body from the eyebrows. The pupils suddenly shrunk, "Father, you!"
"Receive the mind, eliminate the thoughts!"
Jun Wufeng's face was serious, "Never give up this god pattern! Otherwise, immediately on the spot for the father!"
Jun Jiuyou trembled all over, where did he not know, his father wanted to pass his god's pattern to himself!
This is the god pattern that he finally repaired!
"Father ... no ... I don't want!"
Jun Jiuyou tears under the rain, he has no god pattern, and he can also be as ordinary people. It is not a problem to live a hundred and eighty years old.
I am afraid……
I'm afraid of life!
"Children, parents in the world are willing to pay for their children!"
The process of transmitting magic patterns is very fast. After a while, Jun Wufeng's face, quickly growing old, almost more than ten years old than the two monarchs.
Excessive and seemingly somewhat stingy body, the support of losing strength, fell heavily.
"Father! Father!"
Jun Jiuyou merged his father's pattern, and his strength recovered a little bit. He quickly hugged his father and cried.
"Stupid boy, use my god pattern well, and guard the responsibility of the Jiuyou God, just fall on your shoulder!"
Jun Wufeng patted Jun Jiuyou's back difficultly, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.
There is such a good son, even if he died, it is also gratifying.
"Why……"
Ling Feng only felt that his eyes were sour. He stepped forward to Jun Jiuyou, patted his shoulder, and said, "Brother Jun, let me treat my uncle."
Although Jun Wufeng's injury, I am afraid that it is already a medicine stone, but Ling Feng can at least continue for him for some time.
At least, let him have more time to accompany his children.
Jun Jiuyou looked up and glanced at Ling Feng. His eyes were already red and swollen.
"Uncle, a good father!"
Ling Feng touched a row of golden needles from his waist. With the current situation of Jun Wufeng, he can only continue his gas machine with a re -creation of the needle, but it is destined to not last long.
His vitality has been exhausted, and he has lost his original pattern, just like a duckweed without root, destined to disappear with the wind.
Jun Jiuyou wiped the tears in his eyes, took the extremely heavy footsteps, and walked out of the quiet room.
After a while, there was a burst of sounds outside the quiet room, mixed with a hysterical roar: Jun had no delusion, I would not kill you, and vowed not to be!