Chapter 81 Despair!

Xiaojiu was kicked in the air and rotated several times in the air, and then fell to the ground with a 'poof' sound. Then his body glided more than three feet and stopped. The yellow sand on the ground was full of blood. Ao Twelve Wangli kept hitting the dazzling body, but he put the Buddha like a copper iron poured Similarly, without humming, he strode to Xiaojiu.

"Hate big brother!" After falling, Xiaojiu still maintained a trace of sobriety. Looking at the unknown hatred of life and death not far away, he tried to move his legs and slowly crawled on the sand. The hatred had completely lost consciousness and remained motionless. The four sharp arrows on his body were fiercely inserted into his abdomen and chest facing up to the sky.

"Dazzling, kill us too if you have the guts!" Ao Twelve roared crazily, and Xiaojiu and Hate were both beaten and have no power to fight back. At this time, Wang Li and himself could not cause any harm to Xuankong. This is the most unforgivable thing for Ao Twelve. Brother, what is a brother? Live together, die together, die together, such as the wolf pass, what vicissitudes, now Ao Twelve morning Having left them behind, the only thing he wants to do now is to save the lives of hatred and Xiaojiu.

Xuankong ignored Ao Twelve at all. Looking at Xiaojiu, a more vicious light flashed in his eyes and took a big step in front of them.

Wang Li and Ao Twelve jumped up at the same time, and the beast flame in their bodies had reached the limit. The blue flame of the wolf and the blue dragon were tightly wrapped in their fists and smashed into the sky together.

He suddenly turned around, and his body did not dodge against their fists, 'Bum, bang!' In two tones, Ao Twelve found that his fist was like hitting the iron wall, and there was no response. Looking at the surprised Wang Li, there was no mercy in the sky. The six strange hands on their bodies suddenly hit, and their bodies suddenly flew to the distance like yellow sand on the battlefield.

"Don't worry. After cleaning up this arrogant boy, it will be you." Xuankong said and never looked at Ao Twelve again, but his eyes looked at Xiaojiu and hate lying on the ground. At this time, Xiaojiu had climbed to hate's side and tightly grasped the clothes on hate's body with his blood-stained hands.

"Hate big brother! It's all Xiaojiu who hurt you. Hate big brother. Wake up!" Xiaojiu choked his voice, and tears kept flowing out.

"Bad boy, this is the price you have to pay for killing my Chen'er. Today, one of you can't leave this wolf pass alive. I want all the descendants of your four mythical beasts in Cangyun to perish today."

"Hate big brother! I want to avenge you!" Xiaojiu struggled to bend his legs and wanted to stand up. As soon as he got up a little, the severe pain in his body came quickly. A feeling of fragmentation of his legs made him kneel on the sand again.

"Bad boy, it's very good. You won't die after so many punches, but you don't have the ability to do it anymore, just lie down and meet my Chen'er!" The dazzling skin followed his words and couldn't help showing horrible wrinkles, and the ferociousness on his face made people feel a trace of vitality.

"Give up, haha..." Dazzling and laughing.

Ao Twelve and Wang Li were also knocked to the ground fiercely by Xuankong. Looking at Xuankong, they felt a trace of despair.

"Little Marquis, here we are!" With the continuous defeat of the Li army, the brothers of the camp gradually approached the dazzling sky. Looking at the four people lying on the ground and the dazzling sky with six hands, everyone felt a burst of scalp numbness. Many people saw the animal body for the first time, and the real power of the beast body could be known by Ao Twelve and others lying on the ground. On that day, Xiaojiu fought against 5,000 Li army. Ao Twelve killed the arrogant Xuanfei for a month. In addition, he has been repeatedly meritorious, extraordinary skills, and has the hatred of having a bow and eight arrow skills. They are all one of the best masters in the wolf level. Any one of them can be proud of the world when he goes out. Now the three people have joined hands and one Wang Li, the blue flame of Qinglong, is not a dazzling opponent, and he has lost the ability to fight. Now he can only use horror to reflect the strength of the sky.

Knowing that there was a tiger in the mountain, he leaned towards the tiger mountain. Seeing that his young camp teammates were about to die under Xuankong, Yang Hei did not think too much, so he bravely rushed to Xuankong.

Before he approached, he was greeted by six strange fists. A series of beatings sounded, and a blood arrow spewed out of Yang Hei's mouth and flew out on his back.

'Kka!' Yang Hei wanted to struggle to get up like Xiaojiu. Suddenly, there was a sound of broken bones in his chest. His sternum was fragmented by the dazzling and powerful heavy boxing. As soon as he struggled, he fainted.

"Brothers, I don't believe that one of our magnificent camps can't beat this devil." Qin Zhan looked at Yang Hei's tragedy and shouted with the determination to die.

The rest of the brothers in the camp rushed up desperately, crowded, piled up people, and clamped the dazzling sky tightly.

'Bum, bang.' The continuous boxing sound sounded on the dazzling body. No one knew how many punches he had hit. He smiled slightly, but his smile was many times worse than crying. Looking at this group of futile soldiers, after receiving hundreds of punches, he finally counterattacked, and the thick black gas in his body kept coming from him. The hands gushed out, and the brothers in the camp next to him suddenly felt dizzy, and their bodies involuntarily softened. The empty strange hands got rid of the bondage and hit the crowd around them. The circle of 40 or 50 people was suddenly disintegrated, and the people hit by the dazzling air lay on the ground, motionless.

"Haha..." Xuankong looked at the crowd like a devil, "Those who block me will die!"

Xiaojiu has held his cold hands and looked at the dying hatred. He is already angry and hates to the extreme, but there is nothing he can do. Now he can do anything but tears.

"Hate big brother! Don't die. Xiaojiu hasn't learned your archery yet. Hate big brother!" Xiaojiu kept crying, and Xuankong stood behind him coldly.

"Is it painful to see your relatives die?" Xuankong asked Xiaojiu.

"You kill me." Xiaojiu looked at the sky and his eyes were blood red. "If you don't kill me today, I will kill you another day."

"Kill me, do you have this strength?" Xuankong hummed softly, "Don't worry, you will never see the sun tomorrow, but before you die, I will kill these people one by one. I will make you suffer and let you enjoy more sad things than death."

Xuankong pulled away Xiaojiu and stepped on the hateful body fiercely.

"Haha..."