"It's not certain who dies."

Chen Xing stared at Wu Meng fiercely, and the blood-red demonic aura gathered rapidly on his chest and grew a sarcoma on his chest. He burst out and a mantis knife stabbed into Wu Meng's chest.

The mantis pierced the flesh and blood and produced several purple pipes, absorbing Wu Meng's blood and continuously pouring into Chen Xing's body to repair his skin burned by the fire.

Wu Meng's eyes widened and felt his physical strength and spiritual power flowing wildly. He gradually relaxed while holding Chen Xing's arm tightly.

Mu Xueru, who was in the distance in the lightning, quickly swung a sword light to try to cut off the mantis knife that pierced Wu Meng's chest.

As expected, Chen Xing used his arm to pull Wu Meng inward. The sharp sword light not only did not cut off the mantis knife, but left a sword mark behind Wu Meng's back.

"Well... I used to consume too much spiritual power before, so I have no strength."

Wu Meng's face was pale and his heart gradually became deep. The previous battle with the Cangxiao Wolf King consumed too much energy for the two of them. Even after a while of rest, it only made up for some.

"But even if I die, I will find someone to take care of it."

Wu Meng, who understood the steep situation, did not choose to try to pull out the mantis sword in his chest. Instead, he burst out all his spiritual power to increase the temperature of the flame, just like a real flame, like a wild grass, wrapping Chen Xing.

The crackling sound of flames lingered in my ears, and the fragrance of flesh turned into white mist and drifted.

“It’s too late.”

The surface of Chen Xing's skin quickly cracked in the flames, covering the flames with the flames falling on the ground, revealing a hideous face that looked like a mantis. His fangs pierced the flesh of his lips, and his barbs suddenly opened his mouth and bit Wu Meng's head like a pocket.

In the mouthparts, a slender flesh-like thorn shot into Wu Meng's eyes.

"Wu Meng!"

Mu Xueru looked at the tongue that was stabbing at Wu Meng in horror, and threw the chilling cicada sword in her hand without thinking.

At this moment, Mu Xueru felt that the connection with the Hanchan Sword became closer and closer, and each person and the weapon were in one form. The Hanchan Sword that flew out felt the spirit condensed by Mu Xueru turned 90 degrees in the air and avoided Wu Meng, who was blocked by Chen Xing, and stabbed Chen Xing's temple directly.

But facing the fleshy thorns that were less than twenty centimeters away from Wu Meng's cheek, even if Mu Xueru and the weapon spirit broke through again, it seemed that they could not save Wu Meng from Chen Xing.

"No, no!"

Mu Xueru's eyes burst into tears. If she had not followed Wu Meng's words and suppressed the internal injuries just now, but went up with Wu Meng, that would not have been the case.

At this moment, there was nothing but pain in her heart.

Feeling the whistling coming, Wu Meng tried his best to break free from his hands that were captured by Chen Xing, but was weak and powerless to break free.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters...

Just as the flesh thorn was about to penetrate Wu Meng's head, Wang Du, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his hazy eyes and burned out the last spiritual blood in his body. His palm slapped heavily on the ground and left two traces deep into the soil. His body instantly appeared in front of Wu Meng with the help of the reaction force.

He cut off the attacking thorns and mantis knife with his right hand, and closed the left hand vertically into a gun, wrapped around the blood and soul-catching claws and tore open Chen Xing's chest, pinching his heart and clenching it tightly.

puff…

Accompanied by the sound of liquid, purple and black blood gushed out from Chen Xing's chest and fell on Wang Du's whole body.

Wang Du did not pause when he succeeded with one blow. His bloody white teeth opened and bit Chen Xing's neck and throat. He closed his teeth and tugged and bit off a piece of flesh and blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Meng flipped his wrist and broke free from Chen Xing's restraints. The muscles of his right arm collided rapidly and ignited a red flame fist to avoid Wang Du and punched Chen Xing's waist and penetrated a blood hole the size of a basketball.

The Hanchan Sword on the left also drew a ray of light through Chen Xing's temple.

"Wang Du, you..."

Blood kept gushing out from Chen Xing's mouth, his pupils opened wide and stared at the figure with bloody hatred in front of him. Before he could say anything, he fell into a pool of blood. His eyes widened until he died, and he could not believe the fact that he died.

puff…

The meat in the spit out, Wang Du's mouth, which was covered in blood, rose strangely and then a complicated laugh came.

"Hahahaha, Baimu, I avenge you, Baimu... I avenge you, Baimu!"

Wang Du's expression on his back was gradually unable to suppress his expression from joy to extreme grief. He laughed wildly and cried heart-wrenchingly. Dried tears mixed with blood slid from the corners of his eyes.

My eyes gradually dim...

In the darkness, he seemed to see the stray dog ​​lying on the roadside corner of Baimu Street, the little guy chasing behind him, the figure who burned all his blood to protect himself.

"Baimu, in my heart, you are no longer the dirty stray dog ​​on the roadside."

"But the most important family in my heart..."

"Bai Mu...you...you won't...lonely, I'll be with you..."

Recalling the familiar barking of dogs in his ears, Wang Du raised his palm with a smile and tried to touch the familiar figure in the sky.

The eyelids became heavier and closed, and they were trapped in darkness forever.

"Still hold on, cough...stick..."

Wu Meng covered the wound on his chest and half-kneeled beside Wang Du, squatting next to Wang Du and transferred the remaining trace of spiritual power into Wang Du's body to try to save him.

But a few minutes later, Wang Du's completely dissipated breath and his gradually cold body made Wu Meng realize that it was too late.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Looking at Wang Du who died in front of him, Wu Meng punched the ground angrily.

Before this, he was like saving Wang Du, in addition to the Ghost and God Sect, there was a big reason why he wanted to take advantage of this to attract Wang Du to join the Tiger Hunting Group.

But after Wang Du fought to save himself and the last laugh of joy and extreme grief, he only wanted to save him.

Because he believed that such a person was definitely a worthy person to save, but he was still one step slower.

"Let's find a place to bury him."

Mu Xueru carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on Wu Meng's wound and sighed slightly.

"Take him back and worship him in our tiger's mourning hall."

Wu Meng took off Wang Du's ragged coat with a solemn expression, then fired a flame and took out the white jade box from the ring, like members of the tiger hunting group who had died in battle, prepared to take Wang Du's ashes and clothes back to the tiger for burial.

"I understand, I support you no matter what decision you make."

Mu Xueru leaned lightly on Wu Meng's shoulder and did not hesitate at all about burying Wu Meng's stranger into the tiger's tomb.

Although the Tiger Mausoleum is used to bury the tiger members who died bravely, she will respect Wu Meng's decision.

"Thanks."

"Go back first, I'm really tired."

Wu Meng hugged Mu Xueru hard and smiled. This time, the two hunting elites suffered such heavy casualties, which made him feel extremely sad.

Those members trusted themselves to entrust their lives to themselves but fell asleep here forever. For a moment, they felt so tired, really tired.

After reorganizing the team, Wu Meng led the team carefully to slowly leave along the map toward the periphery.

In the ring space, no one noticed the unobstructed pattern in the blood-stained jacket.
Chapter completed!