Just now, the evil formation opened up, and those people from the world who had learned unknown skills were immediately deposed. One-third of the hundreds of people from the world were screaming and exacerbated, causing severe pain to become useless people.

The rest were stunned. Seeing that the seven hundred war troops collapsed in an instant, they immediately fled.

But the force of grabbing cannot be stopped.

If the martial arts are weaker, the true energy will dissipate after less than a mile or two, and turn into a sagittarius old man, and can only wait for death on the spot.

Those with stronger martial arts skills can only last ten miles to the limit. People with pure skills like Yang Fu can feel that the stable true energy in their bodies is dispersed when they run fifteen or sixteen miles away.

Along the way, there were Japanese and evil ghosts blocking them.

"roll!"

There were dozens of Japanese people screaming like evil ghosts in front of him. Yang Fu felt angry and stabbed in front of him with a long sword in his left hand, dancing with a sword, and attacking with anger, like a strong wind swept over, leaving only a broken corpse on the ground.

Blood shone into the sky.

With this knife, Yang Fu's true energy in his body was unstable. He gritted his teeth and leaned on his body with the knife, saying to the brother behind him:

"It's almost time, we'll rush out. Hold on for a while, Lao Wang, I'll take you to Mount Tai. Taoists will definitely have a way to save you!"

There was no response behind him.

The warrior who was taken out of the Jedi with his back was destroyed, his dantian was gone, and his true energy was drained together with his true energy, and his essence was already in aging.

The only time left is the last little.

"Let me go, Yang Fu."

The warrior called Lao Wang behind him said in a weak voice:

"Leave me behind, run away quickly, the secret of Penglai is true, those evil ghosts deserve to die!

If you run out, you can still save me, I'm gone."

"Nonsense! Shut up!"

Yang Fu gritted his teeth and continued to move forward, trying not to look behind him.

"You and I will definitely go back together."

Yang Fu said something and fell silent. He knew that the dozens of people who ran out with him could survive until now, probably one out of ten.

"Bang"

The old Wang gritted his teeth, pulled out his fork from his waist, cut off Yang Fu's rope tied to him with a knife, and fell to the ground. Seeing Yang Fu turn around, the old Wang leaned against the stone and put his hand on his neck.

There was a distorted smile on my abnormally aging face.

He stretched out his hand to stop Yang Fu from coming.

He said:

"Don't be stupid. We all saw the scene just now.

Seventy thousand people died in an instant. That evil power cannot be dealt with by those big guys. Over the past year, after hearing the Taixing thing, there have been rumors that demons want to mess with the world.

We always listen to jokes, the real and fake world is true and false. Who knows, the Taoist priest sent a message to warn the Beggars' Sect and we just acted as a warning.

But unexpectedly, today I, Lao Wang, also experienced the taste of scattering souls and scattering souls.

It hurts, it hurts so much."

Lao Wang's body was trembling. His arms, which were once as hard as King Kong, were soft like noodles. He put his hands on his neck, took a few breaths, and looked back at the back.

Except for two or three people who could barely stand, the others were already like him, sank on the ground, emitting more air and inlet less air.

"Yang Fu!"

Lao Wang gritted his teeth and raised his head. There was a hint of determination on his wrinkled face.

He said:

"I have been practicing martial arts for most of my life and think I am a righteous person. Although I have done bad things, at least most of the things I do are the right way.

If you really treat me as a brother, then get out of here and go back to Jinan Mansion, and take my old and young family, your wife and children to the Central Plains, the farther you run, the better.

Look at the evil ghosts on earth, everywhere, Qilu is so unbearable."

"Old Wang"

Yang Fu's lips moved. He leaned on the knife and lowered his head, and said to his brother in a guilty tone:

"Actually, I've known it a long time ago."

"Well?"

Old Wang widened his eyes in shock.

Yang Fu gritted his teeth and said in a complicated tone with regret:

"Shen Qiu reminded me more than a year ago.

He said that the world was in chaos, and he asked me to help him do things in Qilu, and to use the martial arts of a warrior who had experienced adventures like you, just like what he did in Taihang Mountains.

But I thought he was a demon, but if I agreed to him that day, if I believed what the Taoist priest of the Jade Emperor Palace said, if I could make up my mind and nullify your skills, you would not have the disaster today.

I have seen clearly that those Qilu border troops who do not cultivate true energy have nothing to do, but we, those who are self-administered in martial arts, cannot escape such an evil place.

Without true qi, the essence cannot be leaked, so there will naturally be no disasters."

He raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said:

"Old Wang, it's my stupidity and stubbornness that has harmed you and us Qilu knights."

"Then why are you still standing here!"

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, and then cursed:

"Since you have a way, you can escape. Go and search for the autumn. He will save you and have a way to save people. You have missed it once, how can you miss it again!

Get out! Get out quickly!

Escape!”

His voice was hoarse. Seeing that Yang Fu was still thinking about coming, Lao Wang felt a sense of heart, and he pierced his hand into his neck, cutting his throat.

Blood gushed out, and he could no longer speak.

But his eyes were staring at Yang Fu, driving away his brothers and leaving this killing Jedi as soon as possible, the faster the better!

"Old Wang!"

Yang Fu stepped forward and knelt beside Lao Wang. He smashed the knife in his hand to the ground. He gushed his blood, and he wanted to help Lao Wang up again, with a shrill roar.

But man is dead, and he cannot turn the world back.

despair.

Despair came like a tide, flooding the bearded man with everyone around him.

The fate of Lao Wang committing suicide here seems to indicate the future of all of them.
Chapter completed!