Chapter 220 (1/2)

”Little castle master, run away!”

The middle-aged man yelled, the sound of thick roar came out, his body, began to grow thick black hair, the body forward, turned into a tall black bear, the pressure is amazing.

At the same time, Lin Ruhu finally wakes up from the state of loss of consciousness. His whole face is already pale without any blood color. Without saying a word, he runs madly towards the distance.

”Can you escape?”

Chu Xingyun's eyes flashed a trace of cold, palm empty shot, endless beast fire roared, into a fire streamer, locked in Lin Ruhu's body.

”Zhang Zhen Shan Chuan!”

At this time, the middle-aged man rushed to Chu Xingyun in front of him. Under a fierce drink, his arms burst into bloody light. From top to bottom, he smashed down and scattered the fire.

Boom!

The fire was scattered completely, like a rain of fire, shooting at the middle-aged man. As soon as he came into contact with the Yin evil spirit, the two began to collide madly, bursting out bursts of muffled noise.

”What kind of flame is this? It's so terrible that it can't even suppress the evil spirit.” The middle-aged man's heart was beyond the limit of surprise. His body kept retreating, glancing at his hands, he found that the hair on the top had been burned off and bare.

Just now, if he hadn't recovered his strength in time, I'm afraid he would have been completely enveloped by the fire of beasts, and he would have been in a dilemma.

”The cultivation of this son is still shallow, and it is impossible to control this flame for a long time. As long as I keep procrastinating and killing it, it should not be a problem.” The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind suddenly gave birth to a plan.

But at this time, the middle-aged man seems to feel the crisis, the body, suddenly shaking.

A chill suddenly came down and frozen his body. Then, a sharp sword light approached him in an instant, and stabbed into his heart under his terrified gaze.

”No!”

An extremely frightened voice was uttered from the middle-aged man's mouth. His eyes were full of disbelief. It seemed that until now, it was hard to believe that he would have died in the hands of a young man who gathered seven spirits.

They want to kill the powerful sword, and they don't know how to kill them.

But in the end, they all died in the hands of Chu Xingyun.

The most ridiculous thing is that not long ago, they saw Chu Xingyun suddenly appear in front of them. They were overjoyed and thought that Chu Xingyun had come to die. Everyone was making a lot of ridicule, showing extremely proud and arrogant.

Now, those mocking words are still ringing in my ears.

Every word, every word, is a great irony, which makes the middle-aged man feel extremely miserable, and his cry becomes more and more shrill. Finally, in the endless pain, he loses his last trace of vitality and becomes a cold corpse.

From Chu Xingyun to the death of the middle-aged man, only a moment passed.

At this time, Lin Ruhu has not gone far.

He heard the sad cry of the middle-aged man, his eyes were about to crack, a pair of pupils were dyed red with blood, and he looked up to the sky and roared: ”brute, you have killed me many times in the split tiger hall. I am like a tiger. I will never die with you in this life!”

The sound mixed with spiritual power reverberates clearly in the space, waking up the sleeping warrior.

”Who is so bold that he dares to attack the split tiger hall?”

”This voice seems to come from Lin Ruhu. What's going on here?”

The crowd ran towards the sound source. When they saw that they were about to arrive, there was a figure in the woods ahead, which was falling rapidly.

Poof!