As soon as Song Bo walked into the underground fortress, the three young men were stunned on the spot.

"Master Song?"

"Why did Uncle Song come out?"

"He, why did he be with that kid?"

As soon as they finished speaking, Song Bo waved his hand and the remaining burning flames disappeared without a trace. Several mercenaries who were approaching the old man were easily slapped onto the roof of the shed, and then smashed back to the ground and died.

"Let's go!" Xiaohu called Reed and he grabbed Dapeng in the middle, and threw the magic medicine at Song Bo as a distracting life-saving talisman.

"Hey!" Tianhong wanted to stop him, but found that the three of them had disappeared in the fortress.

"Run quite fast!" Song Bo didn't care and walked straight to Tianhong.

"Aren't you messing around?" Tianhong almost beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"If I don't come in, your kid's mana will be sucked away, but you still don't know?"

Even the remaining mercenaries rushed towards him, Song Bo did not stop his steps. Seeing this, the sickle man rushed over and threw his weapon out, but Song Bo was clamped into his hand with only two fingers.

The black sickle was almost taller than Song Bo's, but he was still easily clamped in his hand. No matter how hard the big guy pulled it hard, he could not see any movement.

"Bang"!

During the two of them, the chain suddenly broke. Song Bo was fine, but the big guy leaned over directly.

However, this guy was very agile, just rolled over and stood up again. As the long bellows of a long bellow, the big guy seemed to be helping him, dancing the remaining iron chains to the fullest.

The remaining length is just enough, like a multi-section whip, directly thrusting towards Song Bo's thigh and forehead, attacking the vital points every time, without any mercy.

Song Bo hid symbolically for a few times, and found that there was no meaning, so he had to shake his head and grab the other end of the chain again. It seemed to be deliberately angering the Chang and the big guy in front of him. He even looked down at the black sickle under his feet and smiled disdainfully.

Tianhong took this opportunity and rushed towards the chief of rites who controlled the big guy. Capturing the thief first, and if the big guy completely loses his combat power, there is probably only one way.

But before he could get close, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him. Tianhong hurriedly leaned back and found that Zhu Jiu's sword was peeling against his belly.

"Be careful, I'll play with this guy for a while!" Song Bo smiled at Tianhong, just like an old naughty boy in a TV series.

Although he was in a transformation state, he still glanced at the old man. The wounds on his demonized arms and neck had completely recovered, and it was time to easily deal with the remaining enemies.

Just two polite people, who were completely ignored before, did not expect that they would let them delay for so long today and let those three bad guys run away.

Tianhong gritted his teeth and shouted at Song Bo: "I borrow the sickle to use it. It's a loss if you don't have a weapon!"

"It's so many things!" Song Bo was slapping the big guy's avatar like he was educating his children. Unexpectedly, when he was so happy, he had to pass on weapons to Tianhong.

He took the big guy who was stunned and walked back a few steps, picked up the long handle of the giant sickle with his feet, and then kicked it on the other heel, and kicked it out.

"Buzz"!

When the sickle flew up, it made a vibrating sound of cutting the air, and then it smashed its head to the ground, and another 180-degree flip, with a long handle flying towards Tianhong.

Tianhong sighed inwardly, if a guy like the old man was asked to play football, he would really get back from the Hercules Cup.

Holding the long handle and tentatively tentatively in his hand, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The weight of this weapon was just right, about five or six hundred kilograms, which was very handy, and it was more than a little stronger than the nine-toothed rake.

Tap the Wuyang Pan to wrap your head. The moment Tianhong raised the giant scythe, it seemed as if the god of death had arrived.

Fortunately, this time I transformed, I didn’t have a ghost horn, otherwise I would have become inappropriate.

Tianhong swung the giant scythe and started the horizontal harvest. Whoever is close to him will use this weapon to swing him. Whether it is Zhu Jiu, two gift masters, or a few mercenaries who are not afraid of death, Tianhong will divide it into two like a cross-cut saw.

However, most of them could still see the advantages and disadvantages of it. They mainly used evacuation and launched an attack while Tianhong was empty. However, they did not notice that Tianhong had never completely retracted the strange fire, but kept a little flame under his feet and danced as he rotated.

"when"!

Zhu Jiu's slender thin sword once again blocked Tian Hong's powerful and powerful attack. However, Tian Hong deliberately stretched the elbow of the sickle forward this time. When Zhu Jiu blocked it, he immediately pulled the giant sickle towards him and tried to kill it directly with the inner blade of the sickle.

The idea was good, but the other person was not stupid. With the control of the chief polite master, Zhu Jiu immediately realized Tianhong's intention. The moment he put away the knife, he immediately flashed and retreated fifteen or sixteen meters.

Tianhong was not discouraged and glanced at him, and found that the Li Chang who was controlling the big guy was waving his limbs in a hurry, as if he was sucking a sheep's horns, and his body was extremely inconsistent.

Now is the time!

He immediately rotated again, but threw the sickle out in the direction of Zhu Jiu. Then he rose from his feet and rushed directly towards the crazy chief of rites.

Zhu Jiu easily avoided the flying giant scythe and found that it was too late for Tianhong's real target. Tianhong instantly broke the speed of sound and collided with a circle of sound barriers.

"Bang"!

Tianhong seemed to have not even touched the long-term, so he knocked him out dozens of meters away. Before the boy could stop his attack in the air, he wiped his hands on the soles of his feet, almost using the method of pulling away the strange fire quickly to the shape of a giant river clam.

He grabbed the tribute to the fallen prince.

"ah!"

A wail came, and the gift of being wrapped in dumplings was instantly wiped out.

"puff"!

Zhu Jiu, who followed, directly penetrated Tianhong's abdomen with a thin sword and stirred it up.

Tianhong just felt a chill in his stomach, and then he realized that the heart-wrenching pain came.

"Bastard, sneak attack behind your back! I wonder if I don't want to take your trick!"

He turned around and grabbed Zhu Jiu's hand, and in the shocked gaze of Li Chang, he grabbed Zhu Jiu's neck with one hand.

The Bo Jian was too soft and was pulled into an arc by Tianhong's reversal body, making it even more difficult for Zhu Jiu to pull it out. It tried several times but failed, so there was a little more fear in his eyes.

Tianhong used his hands to pinch Zhu Jiu and quickly walked towards the remaining chief of rites. When it was panicked, he also held its neck with his demonized arm.

"It's so unlucky, I haven't had enough fun yet!" Song Bo looked at Tianhong, and his face suddenly changed, "Little brother, be careful!"
Chapter completed!