Chapter 447: Crazy killing spree I don't know how many lives were lost in the hands of these bandits, but seeing the scene in front of me at this moment, infinite fear rose from the bottom of my heart.
Sang Zhulan and Sang Nuannuan used just one move to completely defeat the psychological defenses of these bandits.
The shadows cast by the two crocodile warriors on the ground were like two burning brands burning into the hearts of these bandits.
"Who said they are just for the brute force?"
The robbers now have such a cry in their hearts.
"Kill, kill," Triangle Eyes shouted hoarsely.
His throat was burned by the wretchedness that came up, and it hurt so much to breathe now, but he knew that there was no way out when he led this group of people out.
He just regretted now why he didn't bring out nearly a thousand of his men.
Huo Wuluo, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also surprised and spat out a mouthful of saliva.
His eyes were bigger than bells.
Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the two brute men only used one move each to harvest a large number of heads.
The scene of a row of heads exploding together was so shocking, it was like a punch hitting Huowuluo's chest hard, making his heart beat uncontrollably.
"Don't they still have people coming together?
Let them go to support immediately."
Huo Wuluo stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead and said to the people around him.
After receiving the order, the remaining four hundred or so people under Triangle Eyes quickly rushed towards their boss.
Because these people were in the middle of the team, they didn't see the tragic scene of a sudden explosion of people.
Now they thought they had a chance to beat up a drowned dog, and they all felt very relaxed.
The blue light flashed on the trident in Sang Zhulan's hand, and the white light converged towards the end of the handle.
As if gathering energy, the end of the trident erupted with light that could rival the sun.
With the long handle of the trident as the center of the circle, a huge blue cyclone is slowly gathering and rotating.
The gravel on the surrounding ground slowly rose up as if being pulled by some force, and all of them actually hovered in mid-air.
Sang Zhulan held the trident flatly, and the cyclone became larger and larger, becoming more and more obvious.
Soon, not only he and Sang Nuannuan, but also more than 500 scattered bandits were wrapped in it.
From the outside, they looked like they were wrapped in a big blue cocoon.
Triangle Eyes squinted hard, and the strong wind kept pouring into his nose, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
He opened his mouth to shout, but when he opened his mouth, a strong wind entered his mouth.
This strong wind was like a rotating blade.
As soon as it entered his mouth, it smashed the teeth of Triangle Eyes, completely turned his tender gums into minced meat, and cut his tongue into more than a dozen pieces.
The force of the wind blade continued unabated, and it was covered in blood foam and thrust straight into the throat of the triangle eye.
The windpipe was easily cut into pieces.
Severe pain stimulated his triangular eyes.
His eyes kept widening, and a big hole was ripped open in the eye socket.
The eyeball suddenly burst open and the eye socket protruded.
The whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
They were full of unwillingness and fear, and the blood flowed smoothly.
Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, and sobs came from his throat.
He held his throat tightly with both hands, as if this would alleviate the pain a little, but the surface of his throat swayed slightly like waves, and the wind blade rolled around the muscles in his throat, constantly pressing into his alveoli.
Got in.
The pain of large amounts of blood and minced meat being forced into his lungs made Sanyanyan's mind go blank.
A pair of hands tightly clamped his neck, and veins popped up on the back of his hands.
There was a sudden click, and his neck twisted.
At a weird angle, his face was pressed against his back.
Before he died, he saw his back for the first time in his life.
The robber behind the triangular eyes was already panicking, but suddenly he saw his boss turning his head straight to stare at him, his eyes filled with blood.
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He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he fell over as soon as he rolled his eyes.
On the ground.
In this moment, the fighting spirit in Sang Zhulan's hands was also gathered.
The trident in his hand became three or four times as big as before.
It was a mixture of blue and white, and the ground around him kept making tiny clicking sounds, and it kept sinking.
With a bang, a large area of the ground collapsed, revealing the shape of a trident.
The surrounding ground was centered around the trident, surging like waves.
Small pieces of gravel continued to bounce up from the broken surface.
When he reached midair, he was immediately crushed into powder by the air blades swirling in the air.
The robbers had long forgotten to resist.
This was the first time in their lives that most of them saw fighting spirit.
"This" Huo Wuluo in the distance felt cold sweat coming out on his forehead.
He turned his head suddenly and roared to the men beside him, "Isn't the ancient totem pole already turned on?
Why can the other party still use spells?"
Everyone around was silent, no one dared to speak.
The bandit leaders who had just been vying to kill these two brute men all lowered their heads at this moment, feeling very happy in their hearts, otherwise they would be the ones who died now.
Only the man wearing the silver mask raised his head, looked at Huo Wuluo with his dark eyes and said: "The opponent should be using fighting spirit.
Ancient totem poles cannot affect the use of fighting spirit."
Huo Wuluo stopped talking, his eyes were swollen and flashing fiercely, staring at the trident that burst out with light in the distance.
Sang Zhulan looked disdainfully at the bandits who were trembling in front of him, then looked at the bandit reinforcements that were still running in the distance, and suddenly raised the trident in his hand high. boom The dust around them was raised high, like a hurricane blowing.
The robbers' bodies fell involuntarily in all directions, and the dim yellow smoke reached more than ten meters in the air.
The huge trident in the smoke and dust was filled with cold air.
Following Sang Zhulan's movements, the trident came crashing down.
The thunderous momentum caused the ground under the robbers' feet to tremble continuously.
Large pieces of salt-alkali land were shattered, the ground swayed left and right, and two huge cracks appeared at both ends of the robber team.
The robbers coming from behind stopped in panic, looking at the trembling ground under their feet with fear in their eyes.
But before they could react, two huge cracks quickly passed by them with a click.
There was a buzzing sound that almost shattered the eardrums, and the blue and white flashing war spirit trident slammed down towards the bandits in the two cracks.
The violent vibrations in the air made even the tens of thousands of bandits watching from a distance feel their heartstrings tremble.
But before they could recover from the violent shock, they saw a huge figure leaping high.
The brute force who had just held up the hammer jumped into the air.
The sledgehammer in his hand was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling blue light, and he hit the trident that was falling rapidly in the air, causing the trident to fall even more. strength: