Gan Luo stretched out his fingers and gently scratched the notch on the tip of the knife. The stinging feeling made his heart, which had been silent for ten thousand years, feel a pain. The expression was somewhat surprisingly similar to the expression on Mie Po Pain's face when he lost the Tiger Soul Knife.
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Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three figures flew out of the Mengqi army formation, and instantly landed beside Gan Luo. They were his three brothers.
One of them spread his palm and said in a deep voice: "Brother, do you remember this spiritual object?" There was a round black stone in his palm.
At first glance, Gan Luo couldn't help but gasped, and with a face as cold as frost, he said: "Is it that Shixiu..." He stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, and the unanimous nodding of several brothers confirmed what he was thinking.
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Now Gan Luo finally understood why he felt a sense of déjà vu when he first met the Silver-faced Man. The scene of the battle on the top of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain that day came to his mind again. When the four brothers were fighting with the golden dragon, it was clear below
There is also a man wearing a silver mask...
Zhou Da had already ridden to Liu Qiankun's side, turned over and dismounted, and was about to reach out to feel his breath, but found that his closed eyes slowly opened a crack.
"Help me up!" Liu Qiankun struggled for a moment, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he couldn't use any strength at all.
Zhou Da stepped forward quickly, leaned over and thrust his hand under Liu Qiankun's ribs, and helped him up. Unexpectedly, this move was seen by the Gan brothers in the distance.
The four of them looked at each other, no longer caring about shocking the world, soared into the air, and shot like arrows in the direction where Liu Qiankun was standing.
Hooray! Nearly a million troops from both camps fell to their knees, kowtowed to the ground, and the weapons in their hands were scattered on the ground. The strength displayed by the Gan brothers was far beyond the understanding of ordinary people. In the eyes of these sergeants, they were
God, the supreme existence that cannot be disobeyed...
Zhou Daqiang held back the shock in his heart, holding on to the shaky Liu Qiankun, looking at the four figures approaching in an instant, his mind went blank, and big beads of sweat fell down the bridge of his nose.
Liu Qiankun got the strength from nowhere and pushed Zhou Da away, saying in a deep voice: "Get on the horse and let's go!" His eyes turned red, and the Qingming Sword in his hand became heavier.
He did not fall down. He stood upright unsteadily. His eyes were bloodshot. He stretched out his tongue with difficulty and licked the salty blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. There was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he slowly opened a dark heart.
The ink-like beads were stuffed into his mouth.
The Gan brothers fell down in the air, pointing four black daggers at Liu Qiankun, their faces still dull, like four wooden carvings standing still.
Gudong! Liu Qiankun's throat moved, and he swallowed the Earth Spirit Bead in his mouth. He rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath. There was a sharp sting in his throat.
"Monster! I'll catch you if you don't show mercy!" Gan Luo shouted coldly.
Liu Qiankun didn't speak, and he couldn't speak. There were bursts of tearing pain in his throat that made him scream in agony, and the long sword in his hand began to tremble violently.
Phew! His legs softened and he fell to his knees. Liu Qiankun used his last breath of strength to insert the long sword in his hand into the soil, barely holding on to his crumbling body. He thought about releasing Heaven Devouring, but he couldn't.
Strong hands like the Gan brothers were not something that Xiao Xiantian could handle. The blood seeping from the corners of his mouth fell drop by drop on the soil, tick! tick! There were splashes of turbid blood...
The four brothers looked at the miserable situation of the silver-faced man, with a hint of unbearability in their eyes. After all, they owed Qionghong, the incarnation of the golden dragon, a huge favor that day during the battle at Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain. The silver-faced man in front of them had a very good relationship with the golden dragon.
It's shallow, but they have to face each other with swords and tell them how to attack!
"What is your relationship with that golden dragon?" Gan Luo asked in a deep voice.
"Brother!" Liu Qiankun said the two words with difficulty, his voice hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.
The Gan brothers were silent, but there was a bit of guilt and surprise in their eyes. If they didn't kill this silver-faced man today, they would definitely cause endless trouble in the future. But if they killed this man, wouldn't it mean that the four brothers would have to bear it?
The reputation of repaying kindness with vengeance?
For a time, the Gan brothers, who had reached heavenly cultivation, also fell into a dilemma.
Liu Qiankun felt a burst of sound in his chest, as if a ball of flame was burning, and violent heat waves washed through every vein in his body. The immature elixir in his dantian desperately absorbed the earth spirit energy that was spreading everywhere.
The air inflated several times in vain, becoming as big as an egg, spinning rapidly, like a non-stop top...
"Ah!" Liu Qiankun let out a shrill howl, and traces of blood seeped out from the pores all over his body, instantly turning him into a bloody man. The blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, dyeing the Qingming Sword dark.
red.
The earth spirit bead exploded in his body, and the earth spirit energy that had been accumulated for millions of years surged out. If he hadn't had an abnormally powerful body, he would have exploded and died. He was gambling, using his own life to do it.
A big gamble.
The four brothers looked at the silver-faced man covered in blood in front of them, and couldn't help but look solemn. The dagger in their hands was raised to the top of their heads with a bang, and a real murderous aura filled the air.
Liu Qiankun miraculously stood up straight, the silver owl mask on his face was covered with horrific bloodstains, and his hoarse and cold voice sounded like a deep pool.
"Zhou Da, let's go!"
With tears in his eyes, Zhou Da got on his horse and galloped away. He knew that the current battle was no longer something that he, a mortal, could get involved in. Staying here would only make Liu Qiankun unable to let go. It would be best to leave.
s Choice!
Liu Qiankun forced the earth spirit energy in his body to his lower body, stomped his feet heavily on the ground, and his whole body rose into the sky, leaving only two shocking blood-red footprints on the ground.
The four daggers turned into four black dragons and rushed forward. The cold murderous aura was as refreshing as frost. The four brothers had already made up their minds to kill the silver-faced man on the spot. The four of them clearly felt an order just now.
With their hearts palpitating and their crazy fighting spirit, the current Silver-faced Man has made them feel a trace of inexplicable danger, and they must nip it in the bud regardless of the consequences.
Liu Qiankun turned around, and the Qingming Sword in his hand buzzed, and the sword pulled out a dazzling white light strip. He also swooped down, grabbing the black sword like a meteor, his eyes were red...
The four daggers were originally spiritual objects that existed for thousands of years. Four black lights were seen converging into a beam of light in mid-air, rushing straight up.
Boom! Two light beams collided fiercely in the air, making a loud noise that shook the earth. A ball of dazzling light burst out, reflecting the sky like daylight. Circles of air surged up like water waves.
Ripple away.
Sand and rocks were flying, and a layer of the ground was blown away by the sudden air waves. The raised mud covered all five figures. Even the millions of troops a hundred feet away were affected by the air waves. They staggered this way and that, the horses neighed, and the soldiers
The sound of the blade hitting the ground is endless!
Rumble! There were bursts of muffled thunder, the sky suddenly dimmed, dark clouds rolled in and covered the sky, a golden light cut through the sky, roared in, and a clear and high-pitched roar echoed in the sky...
Whoops... all the war horses in the army fell to the ground, and the mournful screams made people feel confused...
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