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Flames are burning.

In the hot air, a giant tree fell slowly, slammed on the ground, and the splashing Mars caused more chaos.

The eight-legged spider's head made a sharp howling, which was about to pierce the eardrum.

This is its territory, its home, but now it is burned out. Everything in front of him made it very angry.

Is different from ordinary eight-legged spiders. It is not afraid of flames. At the same time, the spider silk also has a qualitative change and is completely afraid of burning.

The culprit is in front of him, and he will pour all his anger on these two people!

Zidi has been trapped by the cobweb, and she is just a black iron breath, not to worry about.

The only thing that can be considered is needle gold.

The breath of this teenager-the head of the eight-legged spider is also a bit inexplicable.

The eight-legged spider leader covered all the killing intentions on the body of needle gold.

More and more spider silk shot at the needle gold.

At first, only the spear and the hands of the teenager were bound by the spider silk, and soon the layers of spider silk wrapped around the body of the needle gold, and even began to cover the ear and nose.

If at this time, there is a dagger to cut the spider silk, needle gold can get rid of such a dilemma.

but none!

Yellow algae has the opportunity to throw a dagger, but he does not!

Therefore, Jin Jin was in a desperate situation.

Sharp weapon is the key to getting out of trouble at this moment.

Or if the long sword was in Jin Jin's hands, facing this situation, it was easy to solve.

Even if there is no long sword, a machete will do.

Anyway, it is not a war spear.

Jin Jin suddenly exerted force in the cobweb, he has not given up yet!

Although his strength increased, he was far from reaching the limit of the cobweb and could not break free.

The result of the trial made Pin Jin feel a little desperate.

If you can't break away with all your strength, there is basically no hope. Struggling indiscriminately will only make the spider silk tighter and tighter, as if it is stuck in quicksand, a worthless attempt, but will make death come sooner.

The needle gold stayed still, and his thoughts flashed, trying to find a way out of trouble.

Layers of spider silk wrapped up, looking at the teenager who seemed to admit his life, the eight-legged spider head was deliberately close to the face of the teenager. At the upper end of the sprawling mouthparts, there were a total of a dozen eyeballs piled up densely.

The spider's eyeballs are staring at the needle gold, and the mouthparts slightly open and make a squeaking sound, as if the spider leader is sneering at the needle gold!

It has to ravage the teenager well, it has to pierce it and let the blood drain, and at the same time, it also injects the poison of the spider into the needle gold body, watching the venom erosion, watching the teenager from the inside out, It started to rot a little bit, and finally it decayed into a pool of teenagers who took all the food, and did not save any drops, and filled them into its belly.

This is the end of offending it!

Pin Jin didn't struggle, biting her teeth, and was forced to stare at the spider leader.

The two sides are face to face, close to each other, only a few steps away.

The head of the spider lifts up the two frontmost contact feet. The slender front ends of the contact feet are as sharp as a sword, easily piercing the cobweb.

Immediately, Jin Jin groaned, and he felt that the two tentacles were like daggers, trying to penetrate from his back.

Chain armor played a role, resisting these two tentacles.

Such obstacles angered the spider chief even more.

It pulled the spider silk fiercely, the distance between the needle gold and it was shortened instantly, and there was almost the width of a palm between the eyes.

Creep——!

The mouthpiece of the spider's head was wide open, and a strong sour odor was sprayed on the needle's face.

At the same time, a large amount of green viscous liquid, like saliva, flows out of the mouthparts.

Jin Jin's eyes widened, almost thinking that the spider leader would swallow his mind!

But at the next moment, the spider leader relaxed slightly again, the mouth organs converged, and shook his head at the needle gold.

Jin Jin saw the joking and brutal smile from the spider's face.

There was a chill in his heart, and he immediately understood that the spider in front of him was purely trying to intimidate him, torture him, and slowly cook him up so that he could fully enjoy the pain. Listening to his screams and crying, watching him struggling, step by step into death!

The pressure on the chain mail is increasing, and finally reaches the limit. The chain mail can't support it, and it is penetrated by the spider's sharp contact feet.

The latter successfully penetrated into the skin of needle gold.

The boy first felt cold, and then the pain struck.

In addition to the intense pain, there is also the incisive fear.

Pin gold can clearly feel the subsequent path of these two contact feet. After they pierced the outermost skin, a tentacle went deeper, very slowly, and began to endanger the internal organs of the teenager. And the other one encountered obstacles and ribs.

The spider's head continued to exert force, and the ribs of the needle gold only slightly blocked and broke.

"Ah!" Pain came, and needle Jin couldn't help but let out a low roar, his handsome face twisted in an instant.

The flame continued to burn, and the fire reflected on the needle Jin's face. The young man at the moment was like a devil.

The spider leader admired quietly, and a dozen eyeballs perfectly reflected the youth's expression at the moment. But what disappointed the spider chief was that it did not notice any cowardly and pleading emotions in Pin Jin-only anger and hatred!

The flame in the heart of the needle burns more vigorously than the surrounding forest fire.

"Ahhhh!" Under the torture of the spider's head, he made a continuous growl.

His head seemed to explode, and a new memory suddenly appeared.

The periphery of the contest is full of people.

The matchup in the martial arts field also came to an end.

"Sure enough it was the great aristocrat in the south!" A teenager was forced into the corner.

He had wounds on his body, and some of the wounds showed bones deep, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Is the Templar Qing Kui.

And his opponent is a middle-aged man with two slender beards, unscathed. He raised his head slightly, leisurely, almost pacing to Qingkui's face.

Zhen Jin found himself in the crowd, watching the two of them nervously.

His eyes mainly focused on the middle-aged man.

Because this man is his father, the patriarch of the Baizhen family!

And beside Jin Jin, there were also many Templar knight colleagues who were all familiar faces.

"Qingkui, admit defeat if you can't!"

"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, it is not shameful to lose."

"Think of you and a sister, Qingkui, don't be stubborn."

The young Templars were shouting.

Qingkui's sister was also off the court. At this moment, she was pale, without a trace of blood, her body shivering, like a poor little flower in the storm.

Qingkui took a deep breath, stood upright staggeringly, tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand, and greeted the Baizhen patriarch again.

"Ah!" A heavy sigh was heard from the crowd.

"This duel was initiated by Qing Kui. It would be harder for a guy like him to admit defeat, than to pull a dragon back."

"This is how to do?"

"Even if Qing Kui voluntarily admits defeat, it depends on whether the Baizhen Patriarch will let him go."

"Yeah, Qingkui's father and grandfather both died in that battle, and both died in the hands of Baizhenjia. The two families have too much hatred."

Qingkui shouted, and launched a useless charge again.

The Baizhen Patriarch dodges easily, and the sword in his hand gently stirs, stirring the sword in Qingkui's hand.

锵.

The long sword flew into the air, and immediately fell to the ground. Qing Feng cut into the marble and inserted behind Qing Kui.

The contrast between strength and weakness is very obvious.

Qingkui ’s sister could n’t bear it anymore. She begged the old knight who presided over the duel on the field: “Uncle Chief, please look at our two years of affection, please help, save me Brother. "

This old knight is the head of the Templar's Fifth Regiment.

He sneered, looking displeased: "This is a sacred showdown between knights, fair and just, and never partial!"

He looked at Qingkui's sister with a sharp gaze: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he didn't even listen to the words of my regiment leader and insisted on challenging the Baizhen patriarch. "

"Hum, how old is he, how much strength? How much actual combat experience? He didn't even practice the Qingkui's signature fighting skills, the bronze armament, and successfully dared to challenge the Baizhen patriarch."

"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of the knight? This is blinded by the idea of ​​revenge, it is unbelievable!"

"So, you have seen it too. The Patriarch of the One Hundred Needles exhibited a fighting skill with a thousand stitches, and completely destroyed your brother's bronze arms."

"Thousand Needles is an advancement of the One Hundred Needles family's signature fighting skills. It is a skill that can be used by gold cultivation. The Empire Knight who once died under this trick, there are not thousands and hundreds of people. Even me, back then Also fell under this trick, pierced the heart by the sword of the Baizhen family! "

"Your brother Qingkui, he did not abide by the Templar Knight's creed, he gave up bravery and violated patience. This is his way to death!"

"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. This is the price he should pay-even if this price is his life."

The old leader's merciless words made Qingkui's sister completely powerless and immediately sat on the ground, covering her face and crying.

The angry young knights around also fell silent because of the reprimand of the old commander.

It's just that their teeth bite tighter and their fists squeeze harder.

The Baizhen patriarch took a deep look at the old head, and approached Qingkui again. He said in an arrogant tone: "Patriarch Qingkui, what else do you want to resist? Do you still have a grudge?"

"Then, I'll take your life in the next move." The Baizhen patriarch slowly raised the sword, with the tip of the sword straight up, almost against the tip of his nose.

"This will be the last scene of your life. So, just open your eyes and look at it."

"You can rest assured that you can use thousands of needles to kill you. You are too much to lift you up. You are far worse than your father and grandfather. The hundred needle wind is best for burying you."

"Take this trick, you are still lucky, then I forgive your life, why not?"

Finally, the sword in the hands of the Baizhen patriarch suddenly turned into a bright sword shadow.

Qingkui roared, he had been waiting for this moment.

The only remaining grudge in his body was urged out by his brain. Between the flashes of blue light, a knight's spear vaguely formed.

Boom!

The two sides collided together ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Then they passed each other.

One arm flew in mid-air, and sprinkled with dripping blood, and fell outside the court.

This arm also holds a sword in his hand.

That is the hand of the Baizhen patriarch holding the sword!

The audience was shocked.

Is dead.

Thumped, and Qing Kui collapsed on the ground, motionless.

The Patriarch of the Hundred Needles covered his almost shoulder-shouldered wound with his left hand, and his face was unsightly.

"Father, Father!" The pin-out hair exclaimed, his voice trembling violently.

The old head went into the venue at this time, standing between the Baizhen patriarch and Qingkui, separating the two.

His eyebrows were deeply frowned, and he looked at the middle-aged nobleman with a severed arm very seriously: "Patriarch Hundred Needles, all the words in the duel are sacred vows. The duel between you is over."

Middle-aged man's pupils contracted, staring at the unconscious Qingkui, clenching his teeth, letting the wounds bleed, his face was full of anger and hatred.

For a while, he nodded slowly, and walked down the competition platform with a thick shadow and unwillingness.

"Father!" Pin Jinfei ran over and helped the Patriarch Patriarch.

Surrounded by cheers, Qingkui's sister was crying with joy, the young Templars shouted, and many passers-by shouted incredible.

Middle-aged man looked around for a week and put all the surrounding scenes into his eyes, but his expression was restored to calm: "My son, looked up at me. Tell me, what is the family training of my family."

"You cannot overestimate or underestimate people." Jin Jin barely raised her head, her tone choked with sobs.

"Good, remember it, remember it firmly!" The Baizhen patriarch gritted his teeth and said fiercely.