Medical Sovereign

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Another wingman alliance member dragged two black men on the road.

He Xiang was inspired in an instant, not to mention that he was now hit hard. Even if he wanted to kill eight traitors during his heyday, it was not so easy. Anyway, he died, why not maximize the benefits.

Thinking of this, He Xiang swept the sword and repelled the joint attack of eight traitors.

Even if he has already had a death record, he has to take care of the overall situation. His position is too close to the lock dragon star array, lest the self-destruction spread to the base to release the spider god, he will be away from the far point and then blew himself.

"He wants to escape, stop him."

Henian and others mistakenly thought that he wanted to escape. He was shocked by his heart and shouted in his mouth. His hand accelerated the pace of attack.

He Xiang is a god-level powerhouse. If he wants to escape, they may not be able to stop.

Unexpectedly, this sentence reminded He Xiang, suddenly he secretly said that he was an idiot, but he could escape, but he stupidly fought with them for so long.

He didn't really want to escape, but wanted to rush to the side of He Ling and take her to kill a **** road.

Immediately screamed, it was like a mad tiger and launched a stormy storm.

When the Eight Years of the Year of the Rooster did not dare to scorn their front and back, the mouth shouted and the white shadow flashed, and it was already at the side of He Ling.

The five black men who besieged He Ling’s people thought that He Xiang would suddenly kill him. He couldn’t help but be killed by a sword. The remaining two black men turned and ran, Datun and other years. It is waste, and eight people can't stop He Xiang.

The year of the crane and other people was iron-blue, and the sword chased it up.

"father!"

He Ling sees his father's chest blood flow as a note, his face pale and scary, tearful eyes crying, ignoring the attacks of other people, waving his ancient sword to attack the madness of the year of the crane, she hates this traitor, Vow to kill him.

He Xiang was shocked, and quickly took out the sword to block other people's moves. He was helplessly sighing. He Ling had been blinded by hatred, and he did not want to listen to his instructions and fled, missing the best chance to escape.

No, let's let our two men die here today, but before the death, you must kill a few traitors.

Thinking of this, He Xiang was calmed down, and he couldn’t take control of the injury. The shot suddenly became fierce, and the seven traitors forced to rush and retreat.

Although the strength of the Year of the Crane is equal to that of the Crane, the first is because of the betrayal of the guilty conscience; the second is that He Ling holds the hatred of the same, and does not care about his own safety, recruiting and reinstating his life; Retreat, danger is born.

"go to hell!"

He Ling roared, and the ancient sword suddenly came out of his hand, turning into a horrible stream of light to the year of the year.

When the Year of the Crane was scared, the soul of the dead was so big that it was hard to pick it up. I know that this is the trick that the Hezu people used when they were desperately trying to use it.

The wolf's insults smashed the sword several times in a row, and the frightened climbed up. The heart couldn't help but the sword was in the hands of He Ling. How can she see her?

Suddenly, he found that the face of He Ling’s hatred showed a smug smile. His heart could not help but sink, and he screamed badly. He stayed forward, but it was already late. He only felt a pain in his heart and bowed in horror. Looked, I saw a little cold sword tip on the chest, still dripping blood drops.

The Year of the Crane looked up and looked at He Ling. He shook his head in disbelief: "No, this is impossible. You just got into contact with Yu Jian. How could you succeed in Yu Jian?"

"You can only say that your talent is too bad. You can't learn from you. I just learned a few days and I can barely succeed Yu Jian."

He Ling looked at his eyes without ridicule, and did not like it. There was only endless sorrow and hate. He said with stern sorrow: "I don't want you to be honest. I can only succeed once in ten swords. One chance is that it will succeed. Hahaha, this is probably retribution. Even God thinks you are damned."

At the corner of the crane, a bitter bitterness and despair are revealed, and a sigh is silent, and the footsteps are quiet and then retreat. I want to get out of the battlefield and find a way to help, perhaps to save my life.

He is not like He Xiang, who is already a god-level powerhouse. Even if he pulls out the blade that penetrates the heart, he will die for a moment. If he pulls out the ancient sword, he will die immediately.

"I want to go, it is already late. From the moment you betrayed me, I will swear that I must kill you personally."

There are no more innocence in He Ling’s black and white scorpion, only the ruthlessness and indifference of the decisive: "Year brother, go on the road!"

puff!

The ancient sword that penetrates the heart of the Year of the Crane is like a spirituality that suddenly smashes and smashes the heart of Heling.

噗通!

The year of the year of the crane fell to the ground, and the eyes of the dead eyes looked up to the sky, full of remorse and unwillingness, and the eyes gradually became bleak and turned into a dead gray.

The eyes of He Ling flashed a sorrowful color. After thousands of years of dying, the love and care of her in the past year was still vivid. How could she not have a soft heart, but the rebellion of the Year of the Tiger also sneaked on her father. Sin can never be forgiven.

"Well, Linger, doing well, hahaha..."

He Xiang laughed happily, but there was a grief in the laughter that could not be concealed. The Year of the Crane was his apprentice with a big hand. The two were in love with the father and the son, but the apostle betrayed him as a master, which made him How can I not feel sad.

"Kill, kill your traitors."

He Ling took back the long sword and rushed to the other seven traitors. Although these seven people are relatively heavy without the pain of the betrayal of the Year of the Tiger, the same people of the Hezu betrayed the patriarch, sin Nothing to do!

"Our father and daughter have joined forces to kill these traitors today."

He Xiang saw a cute and lovely daughter. If she changed her personality, she quickly matured. Although she was somewhat distressed, she was more gratified. This is the price of growth.

Wan Yaoling has been in chaos, and if He Ling still maintains the innocent and innocent nature, he can't survive in the chaos of the world. Only when he grows stronger can he survive better.

The seven traitors were a little scared. Before the eight-on-one and He Xiang were unbeaten, there were only seven left, and Heling participated in the war, which made them feel scared.

Coupled with the fact that the father and the daughter are fighting for the battle at the moment, they are ready to die in battle. Each stroke is replaced by a life, which makes the seven people who have absolute superiority suppressed, and falls into an absolute disadvantage.

It’s not that they are too weak, but they are too ruthless. They don’t have the courage to break the boat. It’s just a moment of effort. They are caught by He Xiang, and they are holding the left shoulder and smashing a sword. The sword once again killed one person.

He Xiang’s attack was successful, and the two fathers and daughters became more and more war-torn. If they were as sharp as the tigers, the six players would be defeated and there would be no effort to fight back.

"Hey!"

Just as He Xiang and his daughter took the upper hand and prepared to cooperate again to kill one person, the lock dragon star suddenly burst into a fierce crack.

The two sides in the melee battle invariably broke away from the battle circle, nervously looking at the Locking Dragon Stars that are collapsing.

The black man is ecstatic, and the heart of the winged ancestors instantly sinks to the bottom.

Although the local small-scale circle wing people have a slight advantage, most of the battle circles are falling into the wind, and they are struggling to support them. If the spiders come out at this moment, it will be worse than nothing, and there will be no chance of winning any more. .

hiss!

With the gloom of the star, the giant body of the spider **** proudly appeared with the world, and the endless Zerg army screamed like a tsunami.

The worms worshipped, and the horrible power made the winged coalition lose face and gave birth to deep despair.

"Ha ha ha, spider god, fast, kill them."

The black man’s head screamed with a loud voice, and his face was filled with pleasure.

I thought that these defeats would not be enough to fear, but did not think that they were so difficult, even with self-destruction, this time, the loss of a hundred elite, which made him very angry, can not wait to kill these **** immediately Guy.

The seven traitors of the He nationality were more happy and shouted: "First, help us kill the crane father and daughter, kill them, and others will deal with it."

Some of the black-collar leaders are not happy, but when they think about it, they do make sense. They curse a waste, and they are reluctant to say that He Xiang, proudly telling: "The spider god, to kill the father and daughter."

hiss!

The spider **** moved eight horrible spider legs and rushed to the crane and father.

He Xiang's face was dignified, and the panic-stricken He Ling was pulled behind him, just as she was about to flee. When she fled, there was a mosquito-like voice, and her expression was slightly wrong, and then the eyes flashed a touch of joy.

"Kill, kill them, haha!"

"It’s still crazy to see you here."

"The two unlucky ghosts of Henian and Heshan, if they stay for a while, they will not die."

"That's what they should do, there is no such blessing."

......

Seven crane traitors smiled openly and unscrupulously.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Just as they were arrogant, there was no change, and the eight spider legs of the spider **** penetrated their bodies like lightning, and they provoked them as if they were showing off.

The seven traitors, like the candied haws, are all unbelievable in their faces, and the screaming desperate screams: "Why?"

The Winged Alliance has a big open mouth. I don’t know why the spider **** will suddenly turn his back. The black man is even more panicked. I don’t know why there is such a drastic change.

"You idiots, non-family, do not understand the truth of their hearts? And the cooperation with black blood hybrids is tantamount to fighting with the tiger. They are now sure to win the dissident."

A clear voice rang out.

Ding Ning's figure did not know when he appeared next to He Xiang, took out a bottle of medicinal herbs and handed it to He Xiang to let him take time to heal, and the figure flashed. The next moment has appeared in the wing of the Alliance member, one person A bottle of remedy.

The heavenly medicinal medicine is useful for the injury of the god-level powerhouse. If he did not get the ghost valley book, he always collects the corpse body of the genius in the big scorpion, plus the old medicine with sufficient vintage in the medicine ring. Can not produce a heavenly remedy for He Xiang healing.

Fortunately, He Xiang is a long-established He nationality in Shouyuan. It is unimaginable that blood and vitality are abundant. If there is a heavenly medicine treatment, even if it cannot be recovered immediately, life-saving is still no problem.

If you change to other races that are not full of vitality, the damage that penetrates the heart is fatal. Even if Luo Jinjin is here, he will not be able to save him.

"Ah, black blood, you are betrayed, shameless."

"Hybrids crossing the river to break the bridge, I hate it!"

"You must not die, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost."

"I regret it, black blood hybrids, I curse you all die."

Six dying Hezu traitors or desperate remorse or hate of the black blood plague, let everyone hate and mourn.