Ming Lanruo sounded something wrong, but turned around and there was no trace of him.
"Where is Xiao Yanko?" She couldn't help asking Chen Ning who was rushing to guard.
Chen Ning's expression was solemn and complicated: "That guy is gone."
He had never seen such a weird and weird body movement in the future, like a ghost and a god, and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
However, a mere East Factory commander Tongzhi had his martial arts cultivation reach such a terrible level?
Ming Lanruo looked around with some concern.
But at this moment, there was no trace of Hoshiko on the chaotic battlefield among the mountains and forests.
He was standing under a tall tree between the valleys, wearing a scarlet robe fluttering in the cold wind, like a bright red Hell Shura flag.
A group of bandits looked at the figures that appeared among them like ghosts in disbelief.
"How did he... come up?"
"Does he come up? A weak chicken slaughtered the wine!"
"Don't worry, he's more beautiful than the girls, hahaha!"
A group of tall bandits picked up swords and spears and rushed towards him.
Homoko looked at the group of murderous tall bandits indifferently, as if she bent her scarlet thin lips and the beauty mole on her eyebrows were strange.
His fair and slender palm flipped, and the cold wind in his robe gathered. Countless fallen leaves on the ground suddenly turned, and a strange fallen leaves condensed under his palm.
He raised his hand casually and pointed at the Lotus Flower Art, which was like a Buddha's seal, and waved his sleeves lightly.
The strange whirlwind of fallen leaves rushed towards dozens of bandits who were rushing nearby.
The moment all the fallen leaves touched the human body, all the bandits froze instantly, their faces were twisted instantly, their eyes burst out, and their mouths were like fountains.
They screamed and fell to the ground, and the blood in the mouths of dozens of people dyed the flying and treacherous leaves red.
The flying fallen leaves did not disperse, but instead spread into a terrifying blood whirlwind, rushing towards the other terrifying bandits like life.
"The Blood Demon King... We must have alarmed the Blood Demon King. He wants to swallow people's energy... quickly... escape quickly!"
Everyone screamed in horror and ran for life, but they didn't care about attacking the Qin King's convoy.
But they could not catch up with the bloody whirlwind, and soon the bandits fell to the ground in pain, with corpses everywhere.
Listening to the bandits calling him that, the boy in red seemed to be interesting. He enjoyed killing and screaming, but few people dared to make up these strange nicknames for him.
"Kill...I will kill you, the demon king!"
A bald bandit nearly two meters tall had red eyes. Seeing the brother who was blocking the blood mist for him die, he slashed at the red-clothed boy under the tree with unbelieving evil spirits.
"Crack!" The boy didn't even look at him, and raised his slender fingers and pinched his throat casually.
He gently pinched his fingertips, his throat shattered, and the bandit widened his eyes and spit out bleeding and fell silently.
The boy in red wiped his hands with a veil without any expression.
He narrowed his slender eyes and took a sip of the bloody smell in the air, and said impatiently: "Clean away the escaped garbage without leaving any living mouth."
His little lady was almost injured by the trash, and his good mood that he started last night was destroyed.
He is unhappy, so no one should be happy.
"Yes!" There were hundreds of dark ghostly figures wearing white uniforms behind him, and quickly dissipated in the forest.
The mountains and forests are empty and corpses are everywhere. This chapter has been completed!