Chapter 735 (2/2)

“shua shua 唰~”

The other five Ziyue Dongtian’s disciplines have drawn swords. If they look at the black blood mercenary group, they are ready to fight with these people.

“Oh, a few small bugs still want to struggle, yes, I like it, go up and give them all to me!” middle-aged man face killing intent, gloomy forward hooked the finger.

The instructed members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps immediately rushed to rush to Xiao Luo.

“It seems that I chose to die, okay, fulfill you!”

Looking at the members of the black blood mercenary group that rushed up, Xiao Luo went straight to the knife and cut it cleanly.

“嘭~”

A fierce knife with a length of more than a dozen feet is arbitrarily slashed, and the Void falls straight down. The wind and thunder in the forest are raging, the wind is raging, and the members of the black blood mercenary group under the knife are instantly Burst open.

“pu 噗pu~ ”

Just with the huge bombs of formidable power, they exploded in the body, flesh and blood, and turned into blood, while the people on the edge of the band were shot by this force, and the body broke. A few big trees, all of them fell to the ground at the end, blood spout from mouth, did not struggle a few times and then broke.

The only thing that survived was the middle-aged man. The whole body was lying on the ground with blood. The clothes on his body were broken and the arm was broken. The blood was coming out from the broken mouth “gu gu”. The painful snoring came from him. Out of the mouth.

hiss……

In the Ziyue Cave, six people poured cold air, and they were dumbfounded and full of shock.

A knife, just a knife, actually killed dozens of black blood mercenary groups, the cultivation base quickly broke through to the Martial King realm guys were seriously injured, leaving only a breath.

How can this be?

Is this Xiao Luo not a realm of Martial Master?

“What is cruel? His duck mother, this is cruel!” The duck king couldn’t help but shivered, and it was really shocked by Xiao Luo’s cruel means.

Xiao Luo didn’t say a word, step by step to the middle-aged man on the ground.

“You…what are you?”

Middle-aged man staring at Xiao Luo, his eyes full of horror, the young man turned this into an Asura field.

“Don’t you say it, either roll or die, unfortunately, you chose the latter!”

Xiao Luo expressionless, after finishing this sentence, the result is a middle-aged man.

At this point, more than a dozen members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps died.

The left-right Ming entire group couldn’t believe his eyes. A Martial Master-level guy actually killed more than a dozen members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps two or three times. This is simply unimaginable.

They looked at Xiao Luo stunnedly, and what kind of beasts and monsters were weak. This is really blasphemy. The three black blood mercenary groups were killed by this god.

“Shaw… Xiao brother…”

Zuo Xiangming greeted what he wanted to say and was interrupted by Xiao Luo.

“Do you remember what I promised before?”

“Remember… I remember that our Teleportation Formation of Ziyue Dongtian is always welcome to Xiao Brother. In addition, I will also sort out a detailed road map to the Guangli Holy Land.” Zuo Xiangming should bear the road.

“That’s good, when the day is bright, go to your purple moon.”

Xiao Luo nodded, then walked back to his position and sat down, leaning back against the trees to keep their eyes closed.