Time was quietly lost, and there was more than an hour before dawn. There were only ten people left in the team of more than thirty people, and everyone's face was filled with fear.

"Elder, I can't hold on."

A disciple of the Wan family suddenly pulled out his weapon and placed it on his neck. He swept his sword and kissed his neck to commit suicide. Lao Gao, who was spraying blood, would rather commit suicide than bear the pain of being hunted.

This is a psychological tactic, which Liu Wuxie interprets to the fullest. There are still a few people who are on the verge of being crazy and will go crazy at any time.

Seeing the family disciple committing suicide in front of him, the elder of the Wan family roared angryly.

"I don't care who you are. Kill my disciples from Wanjia, and I will tear you into pieces."

Elders of the Wan family rushed out with a quick step, and the innate spirit swept across the fields, trees collapsed, and the fields followed, and the two of them were back to back.

"You are only allowed to kill me, but you are not allowed to kill you. Your two families are really domineering."

This time they heard it clearly. The sound was not far from them. On a tree trunk ten meters away, there was a pitch-black shadow standing. The knife light in their hands emitted a faint luster. With the help of the knife light, we can judge the specific position.

"Who are you? The voice is very familiar, do we know each other?"

Tian Lie made a judgment from the voice. He must have heard this voice and could not remember it for a while.

A sneer came from a distance: "Of course we know each other. You have worked hard to chase me for so long, and you don't even know the ones who killed you. It's really ridiculous."
Chapter completed!