Chapter 59 How many, how many to kill 2

The crossbow that stabbed on his body had been stained red by blood, and the blood fell on the ground. The cone-like pain made Qiao Yun's face red and swollen.

His blood-red eyes looked at the crossbowman. Qiao Yun held his shoulder and pierced the crossbow arrow, roared in pain, pulled it out, and blood shot out along the wound.

Forced to hold back the pain, Qiao Yun pulled out the crossbow that stabbed his body. The soldier's blood and the blood from the wound flowed out. At this time, Qiao Yun was like a living blood man.

" boss, are you all right?" When he saw Qiao Yun with scars, his dark little eyes were full of tears, and the black mandarin asked with concern.

"I'm fine, black man, get out of here quickly. Even if the boss dies, he will pull them to cushion his back..." After wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Qiao Yun shouted coldly.

"Big boss, I'm not leaving."

"Get out of here quickly, or the boss won't forgive you if he dies."

"Big..." Two lines of tears rolled down, and the black mandarin looked at Qiao Yun reluctantly, and then turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the Zhennan Palace. At the same time, a sad voice sounded in Qiao Yun's heart; " boss, I will definitely avenge you."

"The boss doesn't need you to take revenge. As long as you live well, the boss will be satisfied."

Looking at the departing black mandarin, Hong De hurriedly shouted, "Don't let that little animal go, stop it quickly."

However, the black wonton was only the size of a fist, and it quickly escaped from the door of the mansion before the soldiers could react.

Qiao Yun saw that the black man left safely and took a long breath, but he did not drive the power of the dragon horn, because he sensed that there was a strong man above the seventh level lurking in the dark.

The soaring fighting spirit became thicker, and the fire waves soared into the sky and swallowed uncertainly. Under the injection of fighting spirit, the dragon sword in his hand was like a fire dragon, and the low sound of the sword could be faintly heard. Qiao Yun shouted loudly; "The flame fell from the mountain."

As the shout fell, the fire suddenly filled the whole Zhennan Palace, and the former mansion was also destroyed by Qiao Yun.

The deafening explosion and screams were intertwined, and the soaring flames seemed to illuminate the whole emperor.

"Damn, it seems that you can't clean up the remnants of the Joe family if you don't take action." The dark shadow cursed angrily, and then remembered the muffled sound of the foots, and a figure shot out of the night and floated in the sky.

The strong fighting spirit surged out of the body, and the palm fiercely patted out several palm prints with vast energy, scattering the sea of fire.

The soaring flames were extinguished, and thousands of soldiers avoided the tragedy of being burned alive by the fire.

"People of the Su family?" Qiao Yun, who was embarrassed, looked up at the middle-aged man in the floating mid-air, which was the Su Lang he met last time he went to the arena.

The death of Fubo made Su Lang grieve and threatened to find Qiao Yun for Fubo.

Su Lang, who was floating in the sky, glanced at the embarrassed soldiers below and said with a sarcastic smile, "The strength of a fifth-level position not only did he catch it, but also fell into such a mess."

"You..." After hearing this, Hong De's face turned pale with anger, but due to the deviation in strength, he had to endure it and say slowly: "Song Chief Su, we are here to arrest Qiao Yun by the order of the king. I hope you have a large number of you so that we can go back and have an explanation."

"Well, since it's the king's order, I dare not offend the king. It's very simple that I just want his arms." Su Lang said lightly.

The dusty face sneered sarcastically, and Qiao Yun sneered; "Very good, very good... It's all here."

After saying that, the dragon sword in his hand stood on the ground. On the left side, an ancient dragon horn appeared out of thin air. The dragon horn emitted a faint light, and the ancient pattern engraved next week also flashed with faint light folds. It seemed inconspicuous, but everyone on the scene faintly felt a strong pressure.

The pupil contracted slightly, and his cold eyes fell on the strange things in Qiao Yun's hand. Immediately, Su Lang didn't care at all. His old face sneered with a sarcastic smile and shouted for forgiveness; "When he is about to die, his mouth is still hard here..."

"Come on, even if you die, I will pull you to cushion your back." Qiao Yun shouted loudly.

"Arrogance, take your life." Su Langshu shouted, stepped twice in the middle of the air, and grabbed Qiao Yun's shoulder with his claws like steel pliers.

"Go to hell..." Looking at the attacking Su Lang, Qiao Yun's face was ferocious, and he shouted loudly, and the dragon horn in his hand waved fiercely.

Powerful energy surged out of the dragon horn like a torrent of water, and the energy enveloped the whole mansion in less than a second.

All the buildings in the mansion are shattered by powerful energy, and the screams are continuous, and the waves are more tragic than the waves.

When Qiao Yun waved the dragon horn, Su Lang's face was also suddenly shocked. When he was about to escape a hundred feet away, he was fiercely attacked by powerful energy.

"Puff." Blood spewed out, Su Lang flew several feet, and his body fell rapidly, directly shaking the ground into a large pit.

At this time, Su Lang was hit by a powerful force and broke the meridians, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

And thousands of soldiers, including Su and Germany, were even more tragic, directly into a pool of meat foam.

"Damn, I'm finally dead." Looking at the shocking foam on the ground, Qiao Yun also took a long breath, took back the dragon horn into the space ring, smiled coldly on his dusty face, and walked to the collapsed pit with difficulty.

Su Lang, who was lying in the pit, also stood up tremblingly, but his deep pupils were filled with unconcealed horror. He immediately smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect to be so embarrassed by a fifth-level teenager. It seems that I underestimated you. I didn't expect that the strange horn in my hand had such a strong power... The winner is the king, the loser is the bandits, and now I fall into your hands at your disposal. However, if you kill me, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, the Su family will not let you go.

"Are you threatening me?" Qiao Yun snorted and asked coldly.

"Threat?" Su Lang sneered and said slowly, "If you think I'm threatening you, then take it as a threat."

"I, Qiao Yun, never like to fall on my hands, and my mouth is so hard. Then I will kill you today. Let's see how the people of the Su family will do to me? Qiao Yun knew very well that if he wanted to let Su Lang go easily, he would not give up.

The corners of his eyes hesitated fiercely twice, and Su Langshu shouted; "Qiao Yun, you..."