Chapter 345 (1/2)

Zhang Xingyun made plans at the beginning, but the fact made him even happier.

He did not expect that such a big fish was caught in this fishing.

The hand of Ming blood has always been very strong. Under normal circumstances, people who are on the Ming blood will generally walk around and come to Zhang Xingyun directly in accordance with their old nest.

Because Zhang Xingyun and the dead world are always like this. There is nothing they dare not do. Besides, Mingxue and the dead world are enemies.

Baiqi, the God of killing, is still hanging in the taskbar of Ming blood.

Zhang Xingyun, if not, will never bypass them in practice.

For today's two Garou zero, I'll give you a reward.

Sarigal's eyes are regret, but more fear, no matter where he fled today, this man did not intend to let him go.

So he not only lost his life, but also exposed the stronghold of Ming blood thoroughly.

”Can all kinds of dogs and cats create my branch of Ming blood?”

Just as sarigal fell into self blame, there was a voice of anger in the sky.

When he heard the sound, there was a look of worry in his eyes. He struggled to raise his head and looked at the figure flying out of the building.

His lips and teeth moved, but his voice could not be conveyed. ”Be careful...”

before sarigal finished his last words, he swallowed his breath.

He wanted to join hands and kill the boy behind him. However, when he understood all this, he didn't even have time to say how to let the ice dragon escape.

The ice field Raptor was dressed in silver armor, only attached to the front of his chest. His arms were covered with dense scales, which were shining cold in the night.

His appearance, inexplicably let the night a bit more cold.

The ice dragon heard the sound of sarigal, but came out to meet him, it was the scene that shaligar was penetrated through his chest.

The black remnant knife was pulled out of sarigal's chest, blood splashing everywhere.

”Sarigal!” The ice field dragon roared and let out a roar.

Ming blood's three zero werewolves, from the very beginning into Ming blood, stay together.

Whether they are undergoing human transformation or going out to perform tasks, they have survived successfully from hundreds of people, leaving behind not only their lives, but also their friendship.

They are not friendship, but brotherhood. Otherwise, ice dragon would not give his unique skills to shaligar.

A person's famous skills are most taboo to wear, but for him, just want to let the strength of sarigal up.

They had been inseparable from each other for a long time, and now he saw his brother fall to the ground without any resistance.

But after all, he had experienced countless lives and deaths. After a short period of manic anger, he soon calmed down and stared at the man with a bloody knife.

Even if he didn't say a word and did not move, the ice dragon still felt invisible oppression and a sense of crisis without reason.

He narrowed his eyes. ”Name it.” He did not dare to belittle the man who could beat him in such a mess. He also did not believe that he was an unknown person.

”The dead world.” Zhang Xingyun shakes two remnant knives. When she lifts her face, her silver mask has already covered her face.

”The dead world? You, are you the God of death Ice field dragon's face immediately became cold and his pupils shrank.

Death world and Ming blood have always been wrong, so the opponent's news has always been very fully understood. In the dead world, only Yuhuang Yuhan can fight with Shalikar like this.

But that person's appearance is too prominent, the recognition is very strong, and this person, in terms of body shape, is just the appearance of ordinary people.