"Xiaotang——!" Tianlan shouted. He was just concentrating on dealing with the enemy in front of him, and he didn't notice that Xiaotang was entangled by another dead tree man. Xiaotang's three-star strength was not enough to blow his head off.
After fighting for a long time, he was finally attacked by a Qingshan villager and knocked unconscious.
The man from Qingshan village was normal. When he saw Xiaotang's appearance, he knew that the village master liked such a girl, so he picked up the unconscious Xiaotang and ran back, preparing to claim credit.
Tian Lan became angry immediately, clenching his fists and his pupils red.
This is the first time in his history that he has been angry. No matter what happened before, he could maintain a calm attitude, even when his own life was threatened. But Xiaotang is his forbidden pet, and touching Xiaotang is equivalent to stabbing him.
Breaking his heaven!
"Go away——!" Tianlan was really angry this time. There were really few things in this world that could make him angry, and it just so happened that the thing about Xiaotang was one. What else does he care about the darkness now?
Warlocks are not dark warlocks. If you touch Xiaotang with one finger, you will have to pay for it with your life!
Countless whirlwinds were raging, and the four-star cyclone technique, no longer distinguishing between friend and foe, those Qingshan villagers and the mercenaries who did not escape were all turned into a pulp, and they could not die anymore. He had good intentions in the past and did not take action easily.
Taking people's lives does not mean that he is easy to bully. On the contrary, he is like a silent volcano. He is gentle, but this refers to his normal life. But now, he will be a nightmare for his enemies.
Kill without mercy!
These people deserve to die!
Qingshan Village! It’s doomed from this moment on!
The scattered whirlwind was not enough to deal with the dead tree men, and two dead tree men stood in front of him.
"I said, get out of here! You half-finished products!" Without hesitation, seven wind blasts were fired, blasting the heads of seven dead tree men with miraculous skills.
It's nothing to be distracted seven times. He has done such things as controlling seven hundred and fifteen whirlwinds at the same time. No matter how flexible the branches of the dead tree man are, they are still unconscious dead things. How can they compare with Tianlan's precise control?
Tianlan didn't even look at the pile of rotten wood that fell to the ground, and ran straight forward, even faster than his fastest speed.
"Tianlan!" Ye Yi escaped from the big whirlwind in embarrassment. He was about to curse a few words, but saw a tragic scene, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. It was dozens of times more terrifying than the previous scene! He suddenly
He was stunned on the spot, his stomach was churning. If he hadn't been mentally strong, he might have fainted when he encountered such a scene for the first time.
He just heard Xiaotang's scream and knew that the situation was critical. He didn't want anything to happen to that cute girl. However, just when he was about to step forward to help, he happened to see Tianlan kill all the dead trees in one go.
He was even more surprised. When he calmed down, Tianlan had already gone a long way. He had no choice but to scream helplessly and speed up to catch up.
The scenery on both sides retreated quickly, and Tian Lan was galloping on this road. He kept chasing Xiaotang with his mental strength, but because he was blocked just now, the man ran far away and could not catch up for a while. His mental strength could no longer catch up.
It is powerful, but its extended range is also limited. You must keep up quickly to prevent anything from happening to Xiaotang.
Every second, every second passed so slowly. The sounds in his ears as he galloped were gradually replaced by the sounds of fighting. There were no people to save in front of him, only people who deserved to be killed!
The murderous aura gradually rose... The pure green light on his body seemed to be dyed with a little black and red color...
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Qingshan Village is not far from the scene of the incident, only separated by a hill. It is said to be a mountain village, but in fact it is just a broken wooden village built by dozens of low-level warriors. There is a police post standing high up to guard.
Suddenly, a man from Qingshan Village carrying a woman on his back came flying towards him. The policeman opened the door for him and joked: "Scud, didn't you go to implement the plan? What? You slipped away to pick up a woman?"
The man smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is for the boss. I won't tell you more, I will go in first!"
Less than two minutes later, another person appeared on the mountain road. This person was dressed in white and had long flowing hair. He was unparalleledly handsome. The policeman's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that there was such a handsome man in the world. He was so surprised.
At the same time, I felt a strong sense of jealousy.
He was condescending and said: "Who are you? What do you do? If you have nothing to do, go away! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
The boy in white raised his head and glanced at the big flag with the words "Qingshan Village" written on it. His eyes were cold, as if the darkness buried deep in his heart was about to surge out and swallow up everything in front of him. The police whistle suddenly trembled for no reason, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.
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Two green rays of light flashed away, one hit the flagpole, the wooden flagpole was broken at the root, and the big flag with "Qingshan Village" slowly fell down; the other hit the police sentry's throat, and he didn't react at all.
His eyes widened and he fell straight down. The last scene he saw in his life was the slowly falling village flag. Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was not someone he had the right to be jealous of.
With a "boom", the door burst open.
"Who?" "What's going on?" "Why is the door broken?" A chaotic voice sounded. Everyone came out after hearing the voice, and saw a young man in white walking in with an evil spirit. He didn't have any weapons in his hands.
But everyone shuddered, as if they were being targeted by a demon.
Qingshan Village is a small village that was established recently. There are only a few dozen people in Qingshan Village. Most of them are low-level warriors with no background. It is difficult for them to beg for food in the city, so they started to work under the call of the village owner.
It's a business of robbing homes and homes.
Weak, too weak.
He glanced around and knew that most of the people here were warriors, not even warriors. It seemed that the group of people who had just participated in robbing the chamber of commerce were already the elite here. The remaining people were no more than old, weak, women and children.
Just a little bit stronger.
The murderous aura seemed to have spread out uncontrollably, and the air was filled with suffocating coldness. Tianlan did not use mental pressure, but the murderous aura he aroused was enough to make these people lose their will to fight. There was a clang, and he didn't know who it was.
The weapon was not held and fell to the ground. This was like a fuse. Soon many people abandoned their helmets and fled towards the exit. Some even couldn't even stand and sat down directly.
land.
But it's useless, because no one can escape!
Suddenly countless whirlwinds swept over, and the tiny wind blades in the whirlwind turned each wind into a murderous weapon. It was useless to hide anywhere. These wooden houses were like tofu when faced with a large cyclone spell.
In just an instant, the entire village was almost razed to the ground, and the livestock and people let out shrill screams. However, the heart-rending screams were drowned out by the violent wind in an instant.
The cyan wind gradually changed color, turning into a blood-red color, which is the color of blood... What caught my eyes were pieces of flesh and blood flying away, and red blood mist floating in the air.
The colors of blood and red were so delicious. The young man in white standing at the center of the cyclone seemed not to see the desperate eyes of the dying people, nor to hear their cries before death. The blood on the ground formed a red stream.
, the flying pieces of flesh turned into a rain of blood, and even the scorching sun dyed it a seductive red, losing its former luster. Only, his white clothes were still as bright as the moon, spotless, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, in this bloody
The scene is so abrupt and exudes a terrifying beauty.