Chapter 377 White Bone

"How did you see it?"

In a messy woods, the young and indifferent young man stood expressionlessly on the edge of the messy woods. Behind him was a well-trained but incredibly equipped army, with more than 300 people, all looking at Kahn with resentment.

"See it? I didn't see anything!" Kahn slowly retracted his arm and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's just that you appeared at the wrong time. Unexpectedly, you were hit by accident."

As he said that, Kahn looked at the pair of soldiers behind the young man, his eyes lit up: "A very elite unit, whose subordinates are you? Are you interested? If you are interested, I promise, I can give you the treatment that satisfies you."

"Including your head?" the young man said softly, with his light words, but his intention to kill.

"It seems impossible? Such a murderous intent, such an elite soldier, are you Faor's son?" Kahn looked at the young guy who was a little overly stunning, his eyes were bright and his wisdom flashed.

"Yes, I am the son of Marshal Faor, Ares Faor!"

Ares was not surprised that Kahn could guess his identity, because at this time, it was no longer a matter of not guessing it. For Ares, the only important thing is to kill Kahn!

"I didn't expect any traitor to have a son like you." Kahn looked at Ares's resolute and paranoid face, and raised an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said sarcastically: "It's so sad!"

"kill!"

As soon as Kahn said this, the three hundred soldiers standing silently like stone sculptures behind Ares instantly burst into anger and murderous aura. The Chinese said that the king was humiliating and the ministers died. Although they had never heard of this, the meaning of this sentence had long been integrated into the blood and souls of the three hundred soldiers. For them, the young master was their belief. A soldier made of steel would never allow anyone or anyone to desecrate his own belief.

"A good team of soldiers, what a pity!"

The murderous intent of more than 300 soldiers who have experienced countless storms cannot have any slight impact on Kahn. The only thing that makes Kahn feel a pity is that an elite soldier died in his own hands today.

"kill!"

Next to Ares, the hammer suddenly blasted the huge hammer on his shoulder toward Kahn. A thick and passionate roar came from his thick voice, and he led the way and pounced on Kahn!

The three hundred elite soldiers turned into a torrent in the roars and slaughtered towards Kahn. Although there were only three hundred people, the momentum they produced was no less than that of tens of thousands of soldiers.

"Kill? OK!"

Kahn looked at a torrent of momentum, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Another scroll appeared in his hands. The ancient aura declared the extraordinaryness of this scroll.

The shock brought by the previous "snowstorm" did not make the soldiers panic at all under the intimidation of this scroll. Some of them were just burning blood, and they were covered with calluses. They held hands tightly with weapons that had experienced more than a lot of killing, and rushed towards Kahn without fear.

"What a pity!"

Their outstanding performance not only made Kahn sigh at once, but his movements in his hands did not diminish at all. With a light pinch, with a "pop", countless thin purple lights rose instantly, instantly dazzling the entire valley.

After the light disappeared, three hundred soldiers had died, and only more than a hundred thick white bones were left, lying quietly on the way to Kahn. The process took only a few seconds, so fast that many people could not react.

At the edge of the small forest, Ares stood blankly, his eyes filled with confusion. He never expected that things would change so much in an instant. Three hundred soldiers who had been with him day and night for several years and had suffered in common trouble were just in a burst of light. Thinking of the thick bones, even the hammer that had brought him out of danger in countless times was not spared. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little scared, looked at Kahn, and retreated involuntarily.

However, his steps had stopped after only three steps, because when he retreated, there were three hundred gentle and heavy sighs in his ears. His eyes were clear and three hundred pairs of disappointed eyes, and the familiar three hundred pairs of eyes. Ares could even recognize their masters by his eyes alone.

Ares suddenly felt that behind him was an endless abyss. In the abyss, there were countless people who died for him. The endless disappointment made his footsteps stop at this time.

He suddenly felt that the more than a hundred white bones lying quietly there were indescribable tragedy and indelible hatred and beliefs.

Ares suddenly took a step, looking at Kahn fearlessly, revealing hatred that even in pure water could not be washed away. For the first time in his life, he was rude: "Come on, miscellaneous, come and kill me!"

The smile on the corner of Kahn's mouth was gradually smoothed out, and he looked at Ares, who seemed a little crazy, "As you wish!"

The next moment, a blue light flashed. Ares, who was only as powerful as the golden level, was frozen into a plastic ice sculpture. Finally, he fell down slowly and pierced on the ground. With a "bang", the flesh and blood condensed into ice, shattered into pieces, leaving only a thick white bone.

"I have to admit that Faor is really unmatched in training. At least I have never seen a better soldier outside the troops he left behind. But it's a pity that he blocked my way and I gave him a chance, but he doesn't want it."

Kahn looked at the thick white bones all over the ground, and after a long time, his eyes gradually became clear and murmured.

To be honest, Kahn has always admired the talent of that marshal. Unfortunately, his loyalty as outstanding as his talent has become Faor's death talisman.

But no matter what, everything seems to have passed. From today on, everything about Faor seems to have been erased from the world by himself.

Kahn withdrew his gaze a little tiredly, as if he wanted to restore his consumption.

However, his eyes closed and immediately opened again, full of vigilance.

In front of him, a skeleton led a pink and cute little girl and walked slowly.

On one side is a hideous skeleton, and on the other side is a pink and cute little girl. There is such a conflict between the two simply visually, but when they held hands and held them together, a faint warm feeling rose in Kahn's heart, as if they were just a pair of close brothers and sisters.

"Skeleton, you..."

Kahn looked for a while and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but as soon as the words came out, his neck had fallen off.

"Uncle Strange Skeleton, why don't you save them?"

The little girl was not at all uncomfortable with Kahn's death. Instead, she looked at the thick white bones, bit her fingers, and asked timidly, for some reason that she always felt that Yan Xiu's clone had changed a little.

"Why should I save them?" Yan Xiu clone led the little girl and walked slowly. He raised his idle right hand gently and caught Kahn's things in the air without falling to the ground. Without even looking at it, he put it in the space ring. Then, he fell in love with the thick white bones on the ground.

After a while of silence, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the corner of Yan Xiu's mouth, full of smiles. With a wave of his hand, he put all the thick white bones on the ground into the space ring.

"Uncle Skeleton, what are you going to do?" Perhaps Yan Xiu's smile made the little girl feel at ease and made her ask boldly.

"Don't ask more children."

"Hate, Uncle Skeleton is also a big bad guy!"

Yan Xiu pulled the little girl and walked slowly towards the direction of Aureste City in the afterglow of dusk.

"dark!"

The Orest City Wall, a building that was not originally hard, was destroyed in the battle between Cheng Yaojin and the others and Nan Xiaotian. On the broken wall, Nan Xiaotian's deep voice came.

An inexplicable dark aura surged out, and immediately followed, Cheng Yaojin and Bai Gu retreated.

They couldn't help but refuse. They knew very well that this move "dark" was a low-level emperor. Although Cheng Yaojin and the others did not feel the aura of attack, they knew very well that it would be very troublesome if they didn't dodge.

"Nine Thunder Nine Lost!"

"Chaolong Kill!"

Cheng Yaojin and Bai Gu retreated, and the muskets behind them and No. 9 were tacitly increasing the offensive strength, trying to control the rhythm of the attack in their own rhythm.

But unfortunately, they did not succeed this time. Nan Xiaotian did not dodge or dodge. Just the black aura that surged out of his body, he forced the nine purple thunders falling from his head and the green Western dragon that was bombarding his face.

This was not a surprise to Cheng Yaojin and the others. After all, the lower-grade level of the emperor was there.

"Chloe!"

After Nan Xiaotian received the attack from muskets and No. 9, he retreated. The black lion behind him who had been watching the battle quietly before limped under Nan Xiaotian at this time, lowered his body and carried Nan Xiaotian up.

"Can you win and get out of here?"

Cheng Yaojin looked at the limping and a qualified and cumbersome black lion under Nan Xiaotian, and said contemptuously.

"snort!"

Nan Xiaotian snorted coldly, clamped his legs, waved the giant sword in his hand, and exuded a deep and strange aura all over his body.

"Silly skeleton, today I will smash your bones one by one!"

"boom!"

When the black lion under Nan Xiaotian carried Nan Xiaotian, his shiny black hair flashed, and an extremely terrifying aura burst out from his majestic body. With Nan Xiaotian's aura tightly combined, he pushed Cheng Yaojin and the others backed down for a while.
Chapter completed!