One after another, ghost-like figures followed closely. They were shrouded in black robes, only revealing a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. They raised and lowered their knives, all stabbing at the vital parts of the Holy Son, with vicious moves.
Show no mercy!
"Chichi!..."
"Bang bang!..."
These men in black robes are like tarsal maggots, there are more than a dozen of them. They are not afraid of death. Even if they are missing arms or legs, they still charge forward with swords...
Amidst the screams, blood surged, and the Holy Son was cut into pieces by these dozen men in black robes. His body was chopped into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground. He was killed on the spot!
At the same time, more than a dozen men in black robes also paid the price of more than half of them!
And such things did not only happen here. In the scene, every Holy Son was attacked and killed by more than a dozen people. As the Sun Divine Body, Holy Son Langye also fell into a trap with dozens of black-robed men.
In the midst of a bitter battle!
Surprisingly, Feng Hao and his party, the Blood Demon Remnant, and the King Kong clan were not attacked and killed by these black-robed men. It seemed that the purpose of these black-robed men was just like the saint sons of major holy places.
!
"Those people are...?"
Looking at the dead-breathing men in black robes, Feng Hao slowly stood up and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Could they be the puppet killers of the hell organization?"
That day, the scene at the Pharmacist Guild in the Ancient Holy Medical City was still vivid. Feng Hao could not forget these puppet killers who were not afraid of death!
And the men in black robes in front of us now are exactly the same as the puppet killers at that time!
Each of them has no regard for the wounds on their bodies. Their purpose is to kill the target in front of them. Even at the moment when their heads are broken, their bodies still maintain a forward posture!
"So disgusting!"
Looking at the puppet killers who were still rushing forward with their intestines hanging, Yan Qing's pretty face turned slightly pale, and she turned her head and didn't look again.
"Hell Killer Organization?"
Looking at those puppet killers who were like puppets and only knew how to kill, Samsara on the side, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes.
This feared hell puppet killer seemed not worth mentioning at all in his eyes.
"These people are all strong men who fell in ancient times..."
Xue Yan withdrew the stars in her eyes and spoke slowly with a slightly calm tone.
The hell organization collected the corpses of some strong men who had fallen in ancient times, trained them into puppets, and then used them to attack and kill all kinds of talented and beautiful people. His purpose is unknown!
Just like this time, the hell organization has undoubtedly directly offended all these holy places...
What benefits does this have to the hell organization? Is it just to gain a reputation?
This is obviously impossible!
"Damn guys!"
The Holy Son of Beidou was surrounded by more than thirty puppet killers. He couldn't react in time, and a corner of his clothes was cut. He suddenly became furious and sprayed out holy energy from his body. Like a stormy sea, it swept around crazily, killing the puppets one by one.
The killers flew out directly, and some of the closest ones were directly smashed into blood mist by the tide of holy energy, leaving nothing behind.
"Fuck them all to death!"
Holy Son Beidou shouted loudly, and his whole body was filled with holy energy. He was like a holy god who came from ancient times. He could shatter the world with every move he made. He pinched his fingers, and a spear condensed by holy energy appeared in his hand.
With a quick sweep, all the men in black robes who were attacking around them were swept into two pieces as if they were made of tofu, and then were directly smashed into pieces by the surging tide of holy energy.
Although he is an acquired saint, the power of the holy power inherited by the ancient great sage is still extraordinary. He killed dozens of hell puppet killers with one shot, making him look like an invincible god with awe-inspiring power!
"Chichi!..."
After a period of confusion, Holy Son Langxie reversed the situation. He kept poking with his fingers, and beams of incandescent light shot out, smashing the heads of the puppet killers and falling down one by one.
The work was coming to an end in other places, and each of the Holy Sons looked a little embarrassed at this time, with anger mixed in their expressions. This actually caused disaster to the wild beasts who attacked them regardless of life or death.
No one expected this attack. A total of more than a dozen Holy Sons were attacked. In the end, at the cost of losing three Holy Sons, hundreds of puppet killers from the hell organization were killed.
clean!
The price is too heavy!
Even if each of the Holy Sons is not an innate holy body and does not have divine power, they are all extremely talented and beautiful people, and all of them have the hope of becoming a saint. At this time, it undoubtedly represents the death of three saints!
"hiss!..."
Everyone near and far couldn't help but take a breath of cold air!
This hell organization is too bold and reckless, which makes everyone very uneasy. Everyone does not know which force is supporting the interception and killing operations of this hell organization. By doing this, he will undoubtedly bring down the major forces.
The power has been declining, and it has become lonely from now on!
This is destroying people's hope and is absolutely unforgivable!
The saint sons who survived the disaster were all gnashing their teeth, and anger was spreading in their hearts.
Obviously, after the Zhantian Ancient Tomb is released, there will be another major earthquake in the entire Tianwu Continent!
At this time, except for the major holy places, everyone from all the forces present could not accept the existence of such a killer force.
"Everyone!"
A soft voice resounded so loudly that it could be heard almost in the entire jungle.
When everyone heard the sound and looked around, they saw a very gentle-looking but somewhat angry young man hanging high in the sky.
"It's the Holy Son of Beimang!"
"I heard that he also inherited the inheritance of an ancient great sage, but he didn't show much publicity and was very low-key..."
"I think he should not be inferior to Beidou Holy Son..."
From everywhere, some comments reached Feng Hao's ears, and his brows frowned slightly.
"The Holy Son of Beimang...should be from the Alliance of Light, right?"
Feng Hao murmured softly and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This Holy Son of Beimang is handsome, very sunny, and his aura is extremely gentle, without any killing aura. He is really like a Son of Light and a savior.
"I think the hell organization came well-prepared this time, just to catch us, the sons of the Holy Land, in one fell swoop!"
Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the whole audience, Beimang Shengzi shouted with a somewhat indignant voice, "It is unbearable. This hell killer organization has reached a point where it must be eliminated. If they exist for one day, then,
All our forces will have no peace!"
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