Chapter 1550 (1/2)
”Brush!” Dongfang Hong's figure flashed. After killing two temple Knights again, all the people began to panic.
Faced with Dongfang Hong's overwhelming strength, they have almost no room to fight back!
”Run!” I don't know who shouted. All the temple Knights gave up the attack, turned and ran away.
”Whoever retreats will die!” A cold voice came from my ear.
Luo Yun and the sandstorm angel came, and it was Luo Yun who spoke. He was holding the sword of Chris, and his momentum also put a lot of pressure on the temple knights.
”The man who killed my dragon group, this account is a debt of blood! Even if I fight this old life, I will fight with you to the end! ”
Dongfang Hong looked at Luo Yun and the sandstorm Angel chasing after him. His killing intention burst out in his eyes and tried his best to attack
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Before the ruins, Luo Yun fell to the ground, covered with blood, and there was a penetrating wound in his left shoulder. The wound was deep with bones, only less than five centimeters away from the internal organs.
The sandstorm angel with him was no better. His armor was broken, covered with sword marks, and the middle of the mask was almost split.
If the mask is split, it is completely fatal.
All around were the bodies of the temple knights, and only two of them were left in the whole bloody temple.
In the deep pit not far away, Dongfang Hong lay face to the ground in the center of the pit, and a black crystal was inserted in the back heart.
This black crystal is in a sharp cone shape, shining with dark light and a mysterious atmosphere.
Although Dongfang Hong had long lost his breath, he held a long sword tightly in his hand.
At this time, the long sword had been broken, and it was obvious that it had experienced an extremely fierce battle.
The sword broke, and the owner of the sword died
”Shit, the old miscellaneous Mao's strength is really tenacious. If he didn't have the secret weapon given by his master, he wouldn't be able to kill him for a while and a half.” Luo Yun struggled to sit up, covered the wound on his shoulder and scolded angrily.
”This Chinese is really too difficult to deal with.” The sandstorm Angel gasped. Just now he was almost sent to the west by Dongfang Hong.
”That's right. This is the deputy leader of the dragon team. Isn't it difficult to deal with? Killing him is just the beginning, and more people have to pay for Shen Feng's blood! ” Luo Yun looked at Dongfang Hong's body with a sneer on his face.
”I think we'd better go quickly. Such a big news may come soon.” The sandstorm Angel whispered to Luo Yun.
”Wait a minute.” Luo Yun went to the pit and took Dongfang Hong's broken sword in his hand. Then he said to the sandstorm angel, ”deal with his body. Don't let the Chinese find it first. We'll send the broken sword back when we evacuate China.”
If you let the dragon group know that Dongfang Hong was killed immediately, they are bound to face the overall pressure of the dragon group, and even the mysterious Lord Feihong will participate in the interception.
Since the death of the Chinese sword saint, Lord Feihong is the only Tianjie master!
If the leader of Feihong came after them, they were not rivals at all, so they had to hide it from the sky and cross the sea first, and then tell them the ”good news” after it was safe.
”I see.” The sandstorm angel smiled across the mask.
As he spoke, energy burst out of his hands and suddenly pressed them on the ground.
”Sha Sha...”
Dongfang Hong's body became quicksand. The quicksand kept sinking. In the twinkling of an eye, Dongfang Hong's body was buried by quicksand... Disappeared in front of him
”Ha ha, well done, let's go!” Luo Yun took Dongfang Hong's broken sword and quickly left the land of right and wrong with the sandstorm angel
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Feihong sword lived in a wide inner room, and an old man in white sat cross legged.