Chapter 59: Retreat the Enemy

The crystal clear flute was as bright as a bloody color on it, and a crisp sound rang out.

The invisible sound wave suddenly spread from him as the center, and the masked warriors who wanted to pass through paused and their eyes became confused.

The second-rate warriors still struggled in their eyes, but after all, there were not many second-rate strong people.

The face of this kind of masked warrior changed drastically.

Because he saw an incredible scene, those confused men, whose eyes were filled with blood spurted out like a fountain, were not only them.

Even those second-rate pores are bleeding all over the body without knowing it.

Obviously, all this comes from the weird flute.

How dare you hesitate! He shouted loudly and rushed forward.

However, the blood spurted out had already poured into the bloodthirsty magic flute.

Looking at the first-class master who was rushing towards him, Lord Zhou had a sarcastic expression on his face and blew hard.

It was only then that he used all his strength, which was very simple because he had the essence and blood supplemented at this time.

Even if he activates the bloodthirsty magic flute with all his strength and consumes essence and blood, he will damage his vitality.

The second-rate bloodthirsty magic flute, coupled with the first-class master's full power, suddenly burst out with the strongest power.

The bloodthirsty demon flute instantly turned red, emitting a charming blood light, and a blood-colored eye could be seen.

Yes, I felt that Xiaodao, who was in contact with the fluctuation, took the opportunity to beat the autumn wind again.

I can't bear to leave my own experience, steal some blood and qi to activate my blood eyes.

These blood-colored eyes were staring around, but were hidden by the blood light and were not discovered.

"Is this the Lord Zhou? And these are my 80,000 taels of silver?"

"A first-class expert escorts? How dare you hijack me? My goodness."

Xiaodao feels something wrong?

At this time, the sound emitted by the bloodthirsty magic flute was no longer pleasant, but harsh.

Crackling!

Most masked warriors who have lost too much blood fall directly to the ground.

These worst third-rate warriors were all dead, and their exposed arms were like mummies, which looked chilling.

Even the second-rate warrior, blood from the pores of the body flew out, forming thin blood lines, flying towards the Lord Zhou strangely.

And they themselves, their bodies shaking, as if they were struggling, and their bodies were flashing with the luster of internal strength. Maybe they had enough time to break free, but would there be time?

The first-class masked warrior was stunned, and then let out an angry roar like a wild beast, and rushed forward with a desperate attempt.

First-class martial arts, wind and rain sword.

A unique skill "Storm and rain from all directions!"

The swords with both hands flashed through golden light, hitting like a heavy rain.

"It's you, Fengyu Sword, you shouldn't be able to hold a knife." City Lord Zhou sneered, calling Po Xingzang, but he was not careless at all.

The sword in his hand moved slightly, and the cold light flashed directly.

How dare he be careless when facing a first-class opponent?

A first-class master, Fengyu Jian, thought that the goal was achieved, but the other party was indeed unable to distract himself and stopped blowing.

However, the two of them fought fiercely, and the strange flute that emitted blood-colored light was still ringing.

He just floated next to Lord Zhou's head, making a harsh sound without any interruption.

"Huh!" Fengyu Sword stopped, and there was an additional sword injury on his shoulder.

Lord Zhou was not much stronger, and he also had an extra knife wound on his body.

"If I hadn't had one hand missing, I wouldn't have been injured." Lord Zhou was not satisfied with the results of the battle.

"I admit defeat, how can I let us leave without moving?" I glanced over there and saw that those were all his elites.

Sorrow flashed in the eyes of Fengyu Sword, and these words appeared bitterly.

"Okay!" Lord Zhou said without hesitation, and the sound of flute floating above his head suddenly stopped.

"Ah!" Those living second-rate masters reacted. While their internal strength was moving rapidly, they retreated in a panic and horrified manner, leaving a large number of mummies on the ground.

After glanced at their subordinates, they were scared out of fear. More importantly, their breath was unstable and they could not exert half of their combat power. I guess even if they survived, they would be seriously injured.

Sighing, he suddenly started to whistle.

The masked people who were robbing silver over there were stunned and retreated without hesitation.

The long whistle sounded again, one long and two broken.

The masked people's faces changed and they looked over in disbelief.

Seeing a large number of corpses over there, their faces changed again.

"Take it! Put down the money and we're going to fall." The first-class expert also spoke.

Seeing this, the five second-rate players who formed the Five Elements Battle Formation breathed a sigh of relief.

They were all injured at this time.

First-class, this is a first-class warrior, too strong.

With that speech, the masked warriors were also very straightforward, throwing the silver directly and retreating quickly.

It disappeared soon.

"After half an hour of repairing, cleaning the battlefield, and burying the body." Lord Zhou Chenggong spoke.

He had a flush on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

Sitting alone cross-legged.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Lord Zhou stood up. His face was still light flushed, his eyes flashed, and his chest was undulating, indicating an uneasy heart.

"Ten years? In this short period of time, I have increased my cultivation for ten years, just like a dream." How could Lord Zhou not be excited?

He swept over his subordinates, and many people couldn't help but tremble, and some even subconsciously took two steps back.

They had just buried the corpse, but they saw the strangeness of the corpse. Now their eyes are full of murderous intent, how could they not be afraid?

Shocked, Lord Zhou put away the murderous intent in his heart.

"What a big temptation, I must be careful, otherwise there will be no good ending." He tried his best to calm himself down, and then said coldly: "Get off."

After the convoy left, two gangs of masked men soon gathered again.

They quickly dug up the corpse pit.

Looking at the dry corpses, each of them looked ugly.

"The King of Zhou actually gave such a strange treasure? We will not blame us for losing." The first-class warrior sighed.

"Will the King of Zhou give this thing easily? Let's inquire about it before talking about it."

"We have failed here and suffered heavy losses. I wonder how it is there?"

"I'm afraid it's not optimistic there, but we are not our own people, just die if we die."

…!

Outside the fog, with a tight guard, several temporary warehouses built were storing a large amount of blood-line corn.

Master Wang happily led his team of third-rate warriors to take charge, as well as a huge number of heads and constables.

However, these people were panting at this time, as if they had just experienced a big battle.

"What did you feel?" Wang Sizhu looked over.

A group of masked people appeared and strided towards them, with more than a hundred people.

"Damn it! It's really here." Master Wang's face changed.

"This is the blood-line corn. If you don't want to die, just let it go." The leader waved his sharp blade in his hand, and a yellowish true energy flew out, leaving a deep gap in the ground.

"First-class!" Wang Sizhu's face changed drastically.

Not only him, but everyone else is the same.

shock!

Among the masked people who appear casually, there are actually first-class people?
Chapter completed!