The family that recruited Hu Zhihui did not know that Guo Twelve was the master who defeated Jin Daya and Jin Longqing, which is why Hu Zhihui was so confident. If he knew that Guo Twelve had the strength to pursue Jin Daya and
If Jin Longqing fights, then he will definitely try to avoid it instead of rushing straight towards Guo Twelve like now.
Guo Twelve was very happy to control the altar and ram it. Ever since he defeated Jin Daya, he had been very enthusiastic about this method of warfare. Anyway, his altar was extremely strong, and there was a handsome old man repairing it at any time. Even if it was damaged, he didn't have to do it himself.
Worry, in that case, why not make a big splash.
Hu Zhihui rushed over aggressively. He originally thought that Guo Twelve would get out of the way, but who knew that the guy on the other side was rushing faster than him. That posture made him feel slightly uneasy. He couldn't figure out what the other person wanted to do.
The speed of both of them was extremely fast. In just a flash of thought, Hu Zhihui had no time to avoid it. In a hurry, he raised the altar's defense, but it was only a primary defense and there was no time to activate a large-scale defense. The two of them fell head over heels.
Collided together.
A dazzling brilliance suddenly flashed in the dark night sky, illuminating the earth. With a loud bang, the two altars were thrown out at the same time.
Hu Zhihui cursed loudly, never expecting that the other party would dare to hit him with the altar. He is a wandering professional who has traveled to countless secret realms in the mainland. When he feels tired, he will work as a guest in a more powerful family, and then go to wandering after a while.
, for him, whether it is killing people or killing monsters, it is a very common thing, and he has extremely rich combat experience. Unexpectedly, he suffered a big loss this time, and the altar was covered with small cracks.
"You fucking bastard, how can you fight like this?"
Guo Twelve didn't answer at all. He stabilized the altar a little and hit it again. Hu Zhihui was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, cursing: "Madman! You bastard madman!"
Not to mention Hu Zhihui, even Luo Zhan, who was sitting on the altar of Guo Twelve, was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Guo Twelve laughed and said, "That's the right answer! Come again!" He hit him arrogantly.
Hu Zhihui has never thought about fighting for the Gujin family. It is not worth it. He is just the ancestor of Keqing, not the real ancestor of the Gujin family. Even if he is the real ancestor, he will not fight so hard. Just kidding, for
He is not stupid enough to risk destroying the altar to win or lose a battle.
Just when Guo Twelve's altar was about to hit him, Hu Zhihui teleported away and shouted: "I won't fight with madmen!" He vaguely understood in his heart that Guo Twelve was not an ordinary two-layer altar master.
.In this world, although there are few professionals who can leapfrog challenges, if one appears, their strength will be astonishing.
Guo Twelve watched Hu Zhihui teleport several times and disappear into the dark distance. After a while, he burst out laughing. Luo Zhan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Twelve, that person ran away and you scared him away."
The handsome old man popped his head out and said: "Smart guy, he is an idiot if he doesn't run away."
Guo Twelve stopped laughing and said: "There is an old saying in my hometown, the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the violent, and the violent is afraid of the desperate. Hey, let him see what it means to be desperate!"
Luo Zhan secretly wondered: Your hometown is my hometown, why haven’t I heard these words? How did he know that this was the hometown dialect of Guo Twelve’s previous life.
The handsome old man touched his chin, nodded repeatedly, and said: "Well, that makes sense, that's right. Hehe, your mission is completed. Now you have to complete the mission for me. No, you have to complete the mission for yourself."
Guo Twelve asked: "What mission?"
The handsome old man was furious and cursed: "You bastard, you don't know anything about yourself, and you still want me to remind you, you are a fool, you are careless in doing things, you are in a daze, you don't know what to say! Whatever you want, if you can't remember it,
, I don’t care what the hell, if you don’t rush me, I will!”
Luo Zhan sat behind Guo Twelve and laughed. Not only him, Ying Mo and Nan You also liked to hear the handsome old man scold Guo Twelve, and they all liked to see Guo Twelve look disgraced after being scolded.
Guo Twelve suddenly woke up. He slapped the top of the altar. The handsome old man was sucked by the altar and disappeared suddenly. In the blink of an eye, the handsome old man appeared again: "You bastard." Guo Twelve slapped the top of the altar with his palm again.
The handsome old man disappeared again. This time he waited for about ten seconds before the handsome old man appeared.
The handsome old man didn't scold again. He knew that if he scolded again, he would be sucked into the altar again. He said: "Oh, what a miserable life. Okay, okay. Let's finish my task as soon as possible. I'm very pressed for time."
Guo Twelve smiled and said: "Don't worry, the fight just started, there are no casualties yet." He sat firmly on the altar and waited quietly.
Because Hu Zhihui unexpectedly retreated, the top experts of the entire Gujin family seemed a little panicked. Fortunately, Guo Twelve had no intention of joining the battle, so they could still hold on and fight with the elders of the Gunan family.
There was a lot of back and forth, and the fight was lively. The offensive on the ground continued. The army of professionals from the Gujin family rushed over, and soon they were fighting in a melee with the army of professionals from the Gunan family.
Because Hu Zhihui failed to break through the Gunan family's defensive formation, the attacking party suffered a big loss. However, at this point, they could not stop and continued to attack, otherwise they would face a crisis.
A huge rout.
Nan Xiong is the commander here. He has been staring at the defensive talisman array nervously. When the professionals from the Gujin family arrived in front of the formation, the defensive talisman array was still intact. He said with great joy: "Give the order and launch a long-range attack immediately."
!”
Countless slender javelin-like things were shot out, drawing arcs in the air and quickly piercing them.
The professionals of the Gujin family let out a cry, their bodies flashed with talisman lights, and they raised their talisman shields at the same time, but everyone had a look of fear on their faces.
An explosion sounded, followed by countless explosions and explosions. Guo Twelve was high in the air and said in surprise: "This thing is so powerful!" This kind of javelin-like talisman can be used in
He had seen an explosion after contacting the target a long time ago, in the secret realm of Tongyou, but the power of that kind of javelin was very different from the one in front of him.
An overwhelming amount of javelins fell. This kind of long-range bomb-like attack is very common here. Since the Gunan family has a defensive array, but the opponent does not, the professionals of the Gujin family have suffered a lot. A professional
Maybe they can use their own armor or their own rune defense to resist one or two attacks, but facing the overwhelming bombardment of javelins, they will soon be unable to withstand it.
The commander of the Gujin family issued an attack order. If the bombing continues like this, the professionals will definitely not be able to bear it. So far, the casualties have not been too great. Most of the professionals are only injured, and only a few of the weaker ones have been killed. Most of them have been killed.
They are junior masters, or one of the few talisman masters mixed in the team.
The army of the Gujin family crashed into the talisman array, and the professionals began to attack the talisman array frantically, trying to break through the defensive talisman array, while the professionals from the Gunan family began to push outwards, and the two sides finally came into contact. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
.This is much more bloody than long-range attacks.
When the armies of both sides began to fight desperately, the elders and elders of the clans in the sky stopped their hands at the same time and retreated to their respective camps. These people are cutting-edge military forces and must return to their respective teams to help suppress the military formation. There are only
Guo Twelve still stopped there steadily, but he still didn't take action.
Guo Twelve knew that he must not take action. Someone on the other side had been watching him. This was a tacit understanding between high-level officials. Top professionals could not kill ordinary disciples. He knew this very well. Once he took action, this tacit understanding would be broken.
, then the other party will also start attacking ordinary disciples, and no one wants to see this result.
As the death toll increased, Guo Twelve had already felt the souls that began to dissipate in the air. More and more souls floated out of the corpses, turning into bursts of green smoke with the wind, and gradually dissipated.
The handsome old man stared down for a moment. He patted the altar lightly, and countless tentacles stretched out. This time the tentacles were very different from before. There were only about a thousand or so, and each tentacle was carefully refined by the handsome old man.
It's as thin as a finger, almost transparent, and you can only see some shadows if you look closely.
Guo Twelve said in surprise: "Hey, this feels very different."
The handsome old man bared his teeth and said, "It was re-refined by the old man. Hey, it happens to be night now. What a good opportunity, what a good opportunity!" He typed hundreds of spells in a row and shouted softly: "Come on, baby!" Those tentacles
It extended rapidly and explored downwards.
Guo Twelve couldn't help but want to lower the height of the altar. As soon as the altar was moved, the handsome old man noticed it and said in a deep voice: "Boy, no need, just stop here, we don't need to get close."
The finger-thick tentacles became thinner and thinner, and finally extended to the size of a hair, hanging down less than five meters above the battlefield, and began to collect the souls of the dead.
The handsome old man said: "Do you know why few people collect the souls of professionals?"
Guo Twelve asked: "Why?"
The handsome old man said: "There are two reasons." He raised his finger and said: "First, this is a taboo for professionals. Collecting the souls of the dead will easily offend most professionals."
Guo Twelve asked in confusion: "Then you still want to collect?"
The handsome old man ignored him and continued: "Secondly, even if the souls of professionals are collected, most people, well, 999 professionals out of a thousand people probably don't know how to use them.
A very small number of professionals know how to use it through special inheritance, and the best among them are the black rune people. Their unique soul flame can remove harmful things from the soul."
Thousands of extremely thin tentacles swept back and forth over the crowd, and a large number of souls were captured and swallowed by the spirit whiskers.
