Chapter 418 (1/2)

The battle field, the hero's road!

Although King Qiao felt the ditch capsized, it was more sad. At the moment when black Shouwu put down his fight, Lord Qiao suddenly had a lot of nostalgia for the world and didn't give up. Looking at the sky in the distance, the sky began to dim gradually.

More than an hour has passed since the beginning of the attack. According to Qiao's energy, support has already appeared, even if he did not contact him.

But now not only did not have support, but the enemy's attack was more fierce. Only he understood the sadness in King Qiao's heart.

The battle is going on mercilessly. Dozens of strong men leaping over the black head crow rush to Lord Qiao. Compared with the powerful black head crow, Lord Qiao is the man they want to kill and their target today.

Everyone's eyes are the most fundamental and pure ferocity, only bloodthirsty can calm their restless heart.

King Qiao stood there with a knife, as if he were going to the last battlefield of his life.

After a shout, the old man in his nineties burst out the potential of life. At the moment, there is only one thought in his mind, even if it is to die, he should die in a dignified manner, so that no one dare to underestimate the underground emperor of three provinces.

The battle of sublimation, the flying of hot blood, and the whistling of cold wind perfectly outline the unique songs of life.

If it was a few decades ago, even if King Qiao could not kill all the people, he was confident that he would fight his way out. But now that he is old, he only wants to kill two more people. As for breaking through, it is difficult to do without the cooperation of black head crow and white ginseng.

And I don't know if there are hidden enemies.

At the moment, Lord Qiao's heart only has the intention of killing, without any emotional fluctuation and color. Every knife will take away a fresh life. Even though he has been scarred, he seems to know nothing about it.

That thin body does not know how terrible the power contains, so that those who kill more and more scared.

Two hundred fifty, two hundred, one hundred and fifty, until one hundred, the fighting continued. The number of people who died in the hands of black Shouwu and King Qiao was also increasing, showing the extreme cruelty.

Although many people died, black Shouwu and King Qiao also paid a heavy price. The scars on their bodies, large and small, had completely drained most of their strength.

Both of them are very clear that if there is no miracle, this piece of snow will become the falling place of their lives.

After killing, Lord Qiao and black houwu stood back-to-back. Both of them gasped gently. Lord Qiao was still coughing and his body was already bad. After such a fight, it could be said that he was burning his life.

Helpless, he had no choice but to kill.

Nearly 400 people were killed, but at the moment, less than 100 people were left. The awe on everyone's face has gradually turned into fear. So many people only wanted to kill three people, but paid hundreds of lives. At the moment, Lord Qiao and black Shouwu were still standing.

Although it seems that they are all at the end of their tether, they are all very clear in their hearts that they can not be killed without losing dozens of lives.

And from the beginning of the fight to now, no one is afraid, and no one wants to die. Maybe they are not afraid when they don't see it, but when it really happens, they still have other choices between life and death.

If you can survive, who wants to die like this?

The situation was so anxious that Lord Qiao and black Shouwu gave up their plan to break through the encirclement. There was no such possibility at all. In their eyes, they only had the intention to kill, crazy and unyielding.

Those who surrounded and killed were waiting. They were not waiting for their support or fearing Lord Qiao's support. They were just waiting for who would rush forward first, because they all knew that whoever went up first must be the one who died first.

”Shouwu, I'm sorry.”

Taking advantage of this gap, King Qiao, who eased his breath, said quietly: ”when you followed me, I promised that you would be rich and prosperous all your life. But now that ginseng is estimated to have died, you should accompany me to the old bone to go to the yellow spring. I am sorry for many people, but I feel most sorry for you.”

White ginseng and black Shouwu are the top of the red list. As long as they want to, they will not be hard to live in. However, twenty years ago, they were put under the command of King Qiao and became their generals.

”Lord, you have given us 20 years of wealth and enjoyed things that others can't enjoy all their lives. That's enough!”

Black Shouwu held the cold knife, and the blood had made his hand and frozen machete completely stick together: ”moreover, if it wasn't for the Lord, we who didn't join the Huangfu family would have been killed by the old Huangfu monster. We owe you a wife and have children for us. We owe it back to you today.”