Chapter 1669

When the man saw that Nianwen had saved the woman from landing, he was so angry that he roared, "who will let you save her? Who asked you to save her? She should have died, this bitch she would have died! "

Under the joint efforts of wankun and Zheng Zhongwen, the men had fallen into the downwind. At this time, a distracted man gave wankun and Zheng Zhongwen a good opportunity.

Their swords stabbed him in the back.

The man spits a mouthful of blood out of his mouth, grabs two long swords with his backhand, breaks them with force, and cruelly pulls out the broken swords inserted in himself.

He slowly turned around and stared at Zheng Zhongwen and WAN Kun with blood red eyes. "If you don't let me live, let's die together!"

He threw away the broken sword in his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. Then, his face began to change. On his originally black and red face, it suddenly turned scarlet, and his eyes were as bloody as blood.

"Ah -- ah --"

the man roared, his clothes were broken and scattered, showing his body full of scars. On the originally very strong body, muscle after muscle seemed to grow up, like someone blowing air into it.

Wan Kun frowned and said to himself, "this, he is burning blood?"

Zheng Zhongwen nodded, his eyes also shocked: "yes, this is burning blood, he is the spirit blood clan."

The spirit blood clan, which is almost forgotten by the world.

"Wener, run, run!" Wan Kun shouted

The man has stopped burning blood. His figure seems to double in an instant. Standing in front of them, he is like a giant.

"Want to run? I'm afraid it's not that easy. "

His voice, as if from the hell hell of the hell, grim.

The constable and the bodyguard were frightened to step back.

The woman with soft legs started to run to the horse eating grass.

The man's eyes looked at wen'er and sneered, "want to run?"

He raised his hand, and the palm quickly gathered the strong vitality. Wan Kun and Zheng Zhongwen saw the situation and rushed to it.

The man waved, and a huge force overturned them in an instant. "I can't help myself. I'll kill those two bitches first, and then I'll clean you up slowly."

Wan Kun covered his aching chest and asked, "Lord, how long can his blood burning skill last?"

Zheng Zhongwen shakes his head: "I can't say clearly. The strength is different, so the holding time is different. This person has a strong ability. I want to be able to hold on for at least half an hour."

Half an hour, enough to kill all of them.

They struggled to get up and tried to fly up again to stop him from hurting and reading. However, they suffered from internal injuries at this time, and could not stop in front of the man before he took his hand.

Seeing that Nianwen is about to fall into the hands of the maniac, a white shadow suddenly falls from the sky, stands behind Nianwen, and blocks the power of the maniac's fist.

The pupil of the maniac is so small that he can't believe his eyes. Someone can stop his life-threatening blow. He is still a young man. But in his early twenties, is his skill so deep?

"Who are you? I advise you to mind your own business. " Roared the maniac.

"Business? I don't think it's business. She is the woman I want to protect. You dare to hurt her. It seems that you are the one who is tired of living. "

At this time, the clouds and sky, like the God of the world, suddenly appear, saving the world in danger, bringing people hope.