Chapter 82 Inspire the tiger body!

"No, no." Xiaojiu shouted numbly, and the blood flowed from his hate mouth again with the dazzling stepping, but the blood at this time was no longer a bright red color, but dark. It seems that after a while, even if he is not empty, the hatred will be poisoned alive.

"Isn't it painful, haha..." With a smile, he stepped on the hate's head. Xiaojiu's body did not know what strength he had. He jumped on the hate, and his heavy fist suddenly hit like raindrops.

"Chen'er, have you seen it? Dad is going to avenge you!"

The rest of the sergeants of the wolf pass looked at the monster in front of him and dared not lean forward. The dazzling sky is like the master of this battlefield, and every soldier in the wolf pass on the battlefield will be a lamb to be slaughtered in his hands.

Ao Twelve did not have any strength in his body. Looking at Xuankong, he felt that he had reached the edge of death. He had killed so many good brothers, and the wolf Guan would also be invaded by Li Jun the next moment. He wanted to die, because it was not interesting to live now. Even if he lived, what would he do? How to meet the people who have the face to meet their fathers who believe in their own.

"It's over, it's all over." Ao Twelve muttered to himself.

"Stepping you to death, stepping on you to death!"

Xiaojiu suppressed the severe pain and did not make a trace of pleading.

"What a backbone. It seems that your hard injury is still your brothers. Okay, let you enjoy it!" The six empty strange hands clenched their fists at the same time, clicked, and suddenly mentioned a soldier in the camp, which was crazy with a punch.

"Beast!" Xiaojiu had red eyes and cursed in a low voice.

"Go to hell!" Xuan empty-footed and kept killing the brothers in the camp. The soldiers were thrown into the air or kicked into the distance by him. Blood kept floating in front of Xiaojiu like rain, dripping on his face and flowing to his cheeks.

Dazzling seemed to be tired, and slowly walked to Xiaojiu's side and smiled, "How's it going? It's more interesting for me to kill than for you!"

Xiaojiu is silent.

The dazzling air stopped laughing and suddenly kicked the hatred lying next to Xiaojiu. The hatred quickly slid forward. Xiaojiu shouted bitterly and continued to climb forward step by step.

The traces of Xiaojiu with blood are constantly printed on the ground.

"Dazzling, I'll fight with you!" Ao Twelve stood up at some point and ran over quickly.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at him proudly, "You, the little marquis of Cangyun, don't measure your ability. It's ridiculous to learn from others at a young age."

The wolf purple flame of Ao Twelve's body is no longer as strong as it was just now. He suffered a heavy punch from the air, and he was also seriously injured. However, looking at the tragic and continuous sacrifice of the camp brothers, he also woke up. He had to fight to fight for the last trace of strength of his body.

Now Ao Twelve has no threat in Xuankong's eyes. Looking at Ao Twelve running, Xuankong rushed up at a faster speed and pinched his throat. The remaining five hands of his body hit Ao Twelve's body.

Ao Twelve opened his eyes wide, and the corners of his mouth kept overflowing with blood. He dazzled and threw him aside and said coldly, "Don't be in a hurry to die. No one here can run away today. Play slowly!"

"Twelve, get up!" Xiaojiu said softly that his whole body had no strength, and his brain seemed to have been emptied. He was dizzy and fainted.

"Child, wake up!" A kind voice came from Xiaojiu's ears, which was so familiar. Xiaojiu woke up and found himself in an idea space that had not appeared for a long time.

"Grandpa!"

"You finally woke up!"

"Grandpa, save the eldest brother, save the twelve, they are about to die." Xiaojiu hurriedly pulled the old man and grabbed him, but it was illusory.

"I'll save them, children. You are the only one who can save them. Believe in yourself. Only you are the real savior."

"No, I can't beat the air. He has reached the realm of beast body. I'm not his opponent at all."

The old man's eyes were shining and snorted coldly, "No, what about the animal body? He has a beast body, don't you?"

"My animal body?"

"Yes, how can you climb to the elegant hall? The blood of the god of war in your body is hundreds of times stronger than him. Defeat him only in your mind. Remember, you can only rely on yourself to save your brother and your friends!" After saying that, the old man suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Xiaojiu turned his body quickly and could see the shadow of the old man in the space.

"How can I save them?" Xiaojiu grabbed her hair crazily and chattered endlessly.

"The blood of the God of War is good. Grandpa said that the blood of the God of War is better than the dazzling sky." Xiaojiu quickly tore his clothes and the blood-red tiger pattern on his chest appeared in front of his eyes.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Looking at the tiger pattern in front of him, Xiaojiu still has no clue, and the tiger pattern is still tiger pattern, and there is no change at all.

Suddenly, Xiaojiu opened his eyes again, and the sky still appeared in front of him. Looking at Xiaojiu wake up, he seemed very excited. It seemed that he was more eager to torture Xiaojiu. Sometimes it is easy to die alone, but it is difficult to make a life worse than death, especially this kind of physical blow, and Those who want to torture him mentally.

"Bad boy, have you ever seen 50 people's heads together?" Xuankong said a vicious sentence that made Xiaojiu's hair stand on end. It can be seen that he is going to really kill people. He can get better after suffering internal injuries, but once he loses his head, he can't save the immortals.

"What do you want to do?" Xiaojiu couldn't help panicking and wanted to kill him. At worst, he closed his eyes, but he couldn't stand to kill all the brothers in the camp in front of him.

"Didn't I tell you about killing people? I'm going to put all these people's heads together for you to appreciate slowly. Well, let's start with him!" After saying that, Xuankong stretched out his hand to hate.

"Hate big brother!"

"Get out of here!" Xuankong shouted loudly, pushed Xiaojiu away, picked up a handful* on the ground like electricity, and cut it off his hateful neck.

"No!" Xiaojiu roared with strength, and his body had a cool feeling and quickly swam all over his body. At the same time, his body rushed to the air uncontrollably. This time, he directly hit the air and flew up.

He was shocked and quickly got up from the ground.

"What a lot of strength!" Xuankong said, and when he said the last word of anger, he could no longer speak.

Xiaojiu slowly stood up in front of him, and his clothes were opened, revealing the blood-red tiger pattern on his chest. The tiger pattern sparkled, and the blood inside couldn't help flowing. Then Xiaojiu's eyes turned red, and then his hair also seemed to be immersed in the blood pool. The blood blew through the wind and fluttered, reflecting Xiaojiu's face. The cheeks look very scary.

"You, you..." Xuankong was a little surprised. Everything about Xiaojiu proved that he was already moving towards the realm of the beast.

The 'sneer' sounded constantly on Xiaojiu's cheeks. Xiaojiu seemed to be in great pain, and his hands and feet began to tremble constantly. After a moment, his cheeks also became abnormally rough.

And the dazzling air clearly saw a blood-red word 'Wang' in the heart of Xiaojiu's eyebrows.

King of beasts, tiger!