Qin Lang finally broke out and began the first grandmaster-level massacre in decades.
Only tens of seconds passed. At this time, in the valley, apart from the four dark masters, only the night elf Ben Shaming and two master masters ranked in the middle of the cloud list were left.
And Umanfu!
Wu Manfu was so excited by Qin Lang's bloody killing that he showed great power. His opponent had already been killed by him.
The two middle-ranked masters had no intention of fighting and took advantage of the chaos to run out of the valley.
"Want to run?"
A murderous intent appeared on Qin Lang's face: "I have already said that whoever enters the valley will die, are you taking my words as a joke?"
After finishing speaking, Qin Lang raised his hand and slapped it.
In mid-air, two huge palms appeared, and they forcefully slapped the two masters back, causing them to vomit blood and die!
Kill the Grandmaster with just one palm!
Qin Lang killed these two masters, and no one else stopped him. In front of these bloodthirsty strong men, the only way to deal with the betrayers was to kill them without mercy!
"He doesn't have much strength left. He's at the end of his strength. Let's all try harder!"
Ronin Michael is now covered in blood marks cut by ice crystal daggers. No matter how powerful his recovery ability is, he cannot withstand such wear and tear, and he is the most seriously injured.
Next is Sir George. His pair of black wings are covered with blood stains, with several blood holes penetrated. The blood has solidified in the cold wind and snow, and the whole person is swaying. However, as a vampire, he has his own recovery ability.
That is swallowing blood.
The corpses of the two tragically dead masters on the ground became his food. This Eastern European aristocratic vampire lay on the body of one of the masters like a greedy parasite, sucking his undried blood for recovery.
The wings are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Faced with this cruel scene, although many people despised his behavior, no one stopped him.
In comparison, although the Tengu God was in a sorry state, her situation was much better. Her clothes were ragged and her beautiful figure was exposed to the air, attracting the attention of several dark powerhouses.
But this tough woman doesn't care about her image at all, she just hopes to kill Qin Lang.
In comparison, the one who had the least impact was the night elf Benshamin.
He relied on an extremely powerful teleportation technique. Although it didn't have much effect, he managed to save himself.
Several people were gasping for breath, waiting for the final blow against Qin Lang.
Qin Lang looked at a few people with disdain. Just now, more than a dozen master-level masters could not seriously hurt him. Now there are only these few left, so how can he be afraid.
What's more, as a strong man in the Condensation Realm who has condensed seven Void Pills, Qin Lang still has the last Void Pill trump card that is useless.
And to kill these people, he would not use Xudan at all!
"Come again!"
Qin Lang hugged Ronin Michael in the air with both hands: "Heaven and Earth Martial Arts, the fourth style, Tianfeng Roar!"
'call……'
A powerful tornado rose from the ground, and the wind was stronger on this ice sheet, carrying a blizzard and rolling towards Michael.
Kim Rong Mastiff, the national master of the Kimchi Kingdom, was sucked into the atmosphere by this move, and his life and death are still uncertain.
Michael was stronger than the Golden Mastiff, but he still couldn't withstand the power of Tianfeng Xi. In just a blink of an eye, the werewolf was swept into the air and headed straight for the sky.
"Werewolf bloodline, fallen!"
Michael launched his ultimate bloodline move and controlled his body in the strong wind. Although he escaped the fate of being swept into the atmosphere, countless wind blades scratched his original wounds again.
By the time Michael landed again, countless steel hairs had fallen off the entire wolf's body, with patches here and there, all mottled.
There is no trace of the majesty of a bloodline werewolf here, just like a bald dog.
"Fight him!"
Duke George sucked up the blood of a grandmaster, opened his bloody mouth, and revealed a pair of bloody fangs. His pair of wings was intact again.
Duke George, who was almost uninjured, flew into the air again, and slashed hard at Qin Lang with his bloodthirsty sword.
"Supernatural power and secret technique, control the sky wood!"
Qin Lang was a little bit on his ribs, and a line of true energy went straight to the ground. On this vast ice field, the sound of the earth cracking sounded, and a towering giant tree suddenly emerged with a large piece of ice and snow. There were more than a dozen people in this giant tree.
It was so thick and grew so fast that in the blink of an eye it reached the sky!
Looking up, you will see that this giant tree has penetrated the zenith. Poor Duke George was lifted up into the sky by the crown of this big tree before he even touched Qin Lang. He was about to reach the atmosphere and be crushed.
After being exiled, Duke George flapped his wings and flew down from the tree crown.
Even so, one of his wings was also scraped by the rapidly growing tree crown, and the strong growth force caused that half of the wing to break with a 'bang' sound.
Duke George could not maintain his balance and fell upside down to the ground.
Qin Lang's figure moved and appeared directly next to Duke George. He grabbed his other wing with one hand and swung it hard, rounding Duke George's body and hitting Cain's left hand!
Originally, Duke George was still wielding a blood-red sword, but this sword struck Cain's left hand fiercely. A sunken wound immediately appeared on Cain's left hand, and black blood flowed across it.
Duke George's body was trembling uncontrollably. The power of Cain's left hand could only make Qin Lang's body slightly numb, but it made Duke George's whole body shake violently and he instantly lost consciousness.
Although this paralysis process is very short-lived, it is enough for a master like Qin Lang.
In such a short period of less than a second, Qin Lang broke off the other half of Duke George's wings and tore him in half. At the same time, he grabbed the bloody sword and slashed it suddenly.
on the head of the tengu.
This Tengu was beaten to death countless times today, which can be said to be the most unlucky day in his life. Every time the Tengu dies, the Tengu Master will spurt out blood, and his strength will become weaker.
After three or four times in a row, her strength had dropped to about the same level as Wu Manfu, and her threat was limited.
The night elf Ben Shaming lurking in the air poses no threat to Qin Lang at all.
Qin Lang's Kryong Body Refining Technique can completely resist Benshamin's attack without feeling any pain.
At this point, the four powerful men of darkness, Duke George, are dead, the Tengu God is greatly weakened, the Ronin Michael is dying, and only the Poison Duke Cain is left to fight!
Cain is the strongest among the four. In addition to having a divine arm, his own body refining skills are also extremely powerful. Qin Lang originally cut four wounds on his body, but these four wounds are now
They have almost recovered.
There is no blood flowing in Cain's body at all. He is like a pile of carrion. The injured wounds are rolled over and covered with gray flesh. He is not a living person at all. Even the well-informed Qin Lang does not know that this guy is a
What is it, I am quite curious.
"Grandmaster Qin, I think there is no need for us to continue fighting. You have already won. I have decided to withdraw from this robbery of this elixir."
Qin Lang fought with more than 20 of them, using various methods. Cain knew that if he continued to fight, Qin Lang might have some unpredictable methods. When the time came, he wouldn't be able to resist, and it would be unworthy to die here.
"Want to run? Do you think I will let you go?"
Qin Lang sneered, and the ice stick fell from the sky again, hitting the werewolf Michael hard. The werewolf who fought fiercely to the end was finally smashed into meat cakes by the ice stick.
"run!"
When Cain saw this scene, his pupils shrank, turned around and ran towards the mouth of the valley.
With the arm of God, he can resist Qin Lang a few more times. It is not impossible to use this opportunity to escape. Qin Lang is focused on guarding the elixir and will not chase him too far.
When the Tengu God saw Cain running away, he cursed inwardly, and suddenly fanned the transparent palace in the valley with the fan in his hand.
The strong wind swept through the transparent palace, making a rumbling sound. However, the Tengu God used the reaction force of this strong wind to float to the mouth of the valley first, running faster than Cain!
"Smelly bitch!"
Wu Manfu cursed, but was too late to stop him. He quickly ran to the transparent palace and released his inner strength to stabilize the shaking palace.
Qin Lang also quickly released his true energy and stabilized the seven crumbling transparent palaces.
"ah……"
At this moment, a shrill scream sounded, and the Tengu God had just rushed out of the valley, and suddenly flew back. (To be continued)