Conceited Immortal On Campus

The empty suddenly lift Mou, see Ni black tribe's person, already killed in front of the body.

He was like a wild animal, like cheetah's sensitivity and lion tiger's lethality. When he was empty, he would have to escape. However, in the next moment, his eyes were dizzy.

Poof!

A pair of daggers, like fangs, ran through the empty throat in a flash.

"What

"It's mean to have poison on the weapon!"

"It's empty!"

On the Chinese side, some aristocratic families and even the strong people in the clan saw the empty neck and the blood, and if there were a spring, the whole person was even more lifeless and fell into rage.

But some of the strong, the older people, have only regret in their eyes, not anger.

The world will fight, which itself is a battlefield. As a battlefield, it is doomed to life and death.

Whether it's a Chinese family or a warrior, it's too prosperous to know that life and death are fighting in many places in the world.

Poison!?

It's just a way to survive. The power of human is better than that of snake spiders. However, the most poisonous snake spiders only need one bite to kill people.

No one cares whether the means are mean or not, whether it is war or wilderness. Only the winner lives, the loser dies, and even the winner and the loser die.

This is the world, not the flourishing age of China.

The people of the NEH tribe stood up slowly, and even he pulled out a tooth from his empty mouth and put it into his pocket.

He looked back at the people in the dark church, waiting for a sign.

Linming river slowly out, his big sleeve move, there is real force out of the body, will be empty body away, move again, there is soil turned up, covered with empty blood.

"Taishenzong, Li Changhe!"

Lin Ming River's eyes were a little heavy. He gave a low drink.

In the audience, a middle-aged man about 30 years old, dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes, jumped down.

He looked at the people of the NEH tribe, his eyes full of killing intent.

Li Changhe didn't even open his mouth. He suddenly burst out to drink, and then rushed to the people of the nanihe tribe.

The people of nihei tribe are staring at Li Changhe. If he is a wild animal, he sees Li Changhe come to kill him. He steps back a few steps. When Li Changhe is exhausted, he suddenly takes a step. The poisonous dagger kills Li Changhe again.

However, at this time, Li Changhe is a sleeve shock, only to see the sleeve, there are sleeve arrow burst.

Poof!

A sleeve arrow almost runs through the right arm of the people of the NEH tribe.

However, this person seems to have never felt pain in general, a pair of daggers, still to kill Li Changhe.

Li Changhe's face changed slightly. He suddenly rose and retreated, but then, it was the other party's frenzied attack, which made Li Changhe have to use his strength and skillful force to retreat.

Just when Li Changhe retreated to a certain point, he took out a soft sword at his waist. In the other side's flaw, the soft sword directly penetrated the other side's chest.

In Li Changhe's eyes, Sen Han said, "die!"

He spat out two words and looked at the bleeding opponent on his chest.

However, the next moment, I saw the dagger in the other side's hand as if he had accumulated all the strength of his life and hurt li Changhe's chest.

Poof!

Li Changhe was too confident. He never thought that the other party's vitality was so strong. He could not prevent it. He was pierced by the dagger directly in his throat.

Even if he was dying, there was a trace of disbelief in Li Changhe's eyes. He couldn't believe that he would be killed by a dying man.

They fell to the ground almost at the same time.

This kind of fierce fighting makes all the young people in China, even the middle-aged martial arts strongmen in their 30s and 40s, look in horror.

It's where the hundred countries are. Some people laugh. For them, this battle is more like a performance in a Colosseum.

Lin Ming River looked at the bodies of these two people, he sighed.

Two lives for one, is it a win?

There is only one person left in China. If we lose again this time, the first battle will be won overseas.

Even though Lin Ming he didn't care about the first war in his heart, he was defeated in the first war, which was a great setback for the Chinese people who took part in the war.

He took their bodies away, and then spoke again, "Tianfu gate, what's the matter with Lin?"

In the audience, beside Huang Xiao, a young man in Tianfu's Taoist clothes was about 28 years old.

He was in a bun and leaped from the audience.

Lin Youhe looked up at the overseas countries, waiting for his opponent.

Among the hundred kingdoms, a man came slowly in the direction of the temples.

This is a graceful woman with red lips, blue eyes and a charming smile on her face.

"Huaxia, tianfumen, what's Lin got?"

What does Lin say? He tells his family.The other side seemed to know Hua Xia's words, and said with a smile: "the temples, the king of hell, mostima!"

Mostima's words make Lin Youhe frown slightly.

Lord of hell, he doesn't know the Western divinity.

However, Lin Youhe still maintained the courtesy and nodded. Then, he started to move the Yellow amulet with his fingers, and the charm started, and a fire rushed to mostima.

The woman laughs, like a silver bell. Then, in Lin Youhe's eyes, the woman's figure seems to disappear.

What's more, Lin felt that the temperature of his body suddenly rose.

"Magic!"

Lin You's face changed. He was a disciple of Tianfu sect, and painting talismans was his strong point.

His mind was also much better than that of the martial arts. Immediately, he recited some meditation mantra, and his eyes became clear.

See his charm, at the moment fell in the space, mostima is slowly toward her.

The other side's blue eyes, I don't know when, turned into red hair dark color, in the eyes, more like burning this hell fire.

Lin Youhe's face moved again, but he saw the other side's figure flash and appeared in front of him.

A pair of eyes, such as hell, the next moment, what seems to be completely dull in place.

Only in each other's eyes, he seems to fall into the fire of hell, suffering endless torture of hell.

No one knows what Lin you saw in each other's eyes.

It's just a matter of counting the breath. Lin Youhe is like a wooden man and falls back.

See his eyes, there is a red flame burning, vitality in this moment, is annihilation.

Many young people in Huaxia are stunned, as if they can't believe this fact. What's more, they don't even know how to win.

"The Lord of hell, the fire of hell, is some kind of spiritual attack."

"The other side burned Lin Youhe's soul with the fire of hell."

"How can we live when all three souls and seven spirits are gone?"

In the audience, an old man slowly said, "the seven lords of hell are the people who do not want to be recognized by the gods, that is, the bottom man. Mostima is also the weakest of the seven lords of hell, if it is according to the throne."

"The weakest one, however, easily killed my carefully selected practitioners."

The old man had a young face and shook his head slightly. "Huang Xiao, you are not as good as your master!"

The words of the old people make many people turn their heads and look at them. Most people look at the old people with strange faces and don't know their identity.

But Huang Xiao's face suddenly changed. His face changed several times. Finally, he said in a deep voice: "what Ji Lao said is very true. Huang Xiao knows his mistake."

He stood up slowly and bowed deeply to the old man. As the leader of the Chinese Buddhist sect, he had great prestige in China, but he was so respectful to an old man.

After Huang Xiao saluted, someone finally recognized the old man's identity.

"There is a prince in Mount Tai. He is the descendant of the prince in Mount Tai, elder Ji!"

"It's said that it's the immortal monk who entered the Tao!"

"What, Xiufa Xianjun?"

In the audience, there was a lot of discussion, but Lin Ming he was calm and announced: "first war, overseas win!"

As soon as the words came out, the voice of discussion gradually subsided in the whole stadium, and all the people's faces were not good-looking.

This is the result of the first World War. The first World War is lost

Three dead in a row!