"Hei Bao, you are playing those monsters again!"
Just as Heibao was so interested, there was a sudden smile in the sky.
Uh……
Boss is here!
With a click, Hei Bao broke the pig's neck and threw it aside.
"Ha ha! Just play ..."
Hei Baoyu smiled.
As the words fell, Zhang Xing led more than 10,000 people to fly down from the sky.
The remaining 60,000 thorn pigs immediately became nervous.
Zhang Xing didn't look at them at all, and stared directly at the 5,000 people at the entrance of the mine.
Fortunately, I finally arrived in time.
Although the number of people is a little bit less, it is a little that can be saved.
"Ren Tangzhu, you distribute some clothes and food to them, let's go to the next clan base!"
Ren Qianshan has been appointed as the host of the Tianlong Sect, responsible for managing the other peoples gathered.
Those people know that the young man in front of them is the legendary (sha-sha) **** Zhang Xing, and they knelt down and expressed their thanks.
Zhang Xing waved his hand without saying much.
They looked at Zhang Xinghe's smiles and approachable words, and could not feel a little (killing) gas.
It seems to be inconsistent with the legend!
But the next word of Zhang Xing made them tremble and immediately changed their views on Zhang Xing.
"All (kill sha), don't leave one!"
Zhang Xing's words fell out, and (body sh n) came out of more than one hundred fiercely powerful men.
They directly (kill sha) to the thorn pigs.
At the foot of the mountain there was a howl of crying father and mother.
The blood was raining, the limbs were broken, it was like a **** on earth.
The human races seen in such scenes are not shaken by their legs, and their faces are pale.
The fighting power of more than a hundred men is too strong, and one person can stand up to a thousand pig demon.
They hit with a single punch, whether it was a stinger or a stinging elder, all bursting.
In less than ten minutes, all the 50,000 stinger pigs were slaughtered (sha-sha) and (dry-gan) cleaned.
These more than a hundred men did not use any fancy martial arts, but just ordinary fists.
The few Elder Elders in the Stinger Pigs tribe, despite changing their bodies and exerting their most powerful combat power, could not stop one of them from punching.
Zhang Xing didn't go to see the ant-like pig demon of Qunlong (kill sha).
When Heibao they started, Zhang Xing had flew out of the mountain with more than 10,000 people.
Sure enough, it is (kill sha) God, and he is not soft to the demon!
Although more than 5,000 people were shocked by this **** scene, they felt extremely happy!
That's right!
Needless to say the old history, it is said that their generation, under the chase of the demon (kill sha), all the (ri) sons have never been called individuals.
(Kill sha) Good!
While wearing new clothes and new shoes, eating roast ((rourou) rou), watching the **** scene, the evil spirit in their heart finally disappeared.
"Brothers, let's eat while walking. There are still many people on the edge of life and death. We dare not delay!"
Ren Qianshan greeted them and followed other peoples from behind.
"Ren Tangzhu, Zhang Zongzhu left Ziyu Mountain, is there anyone there?"
The lean old man couldn't help asking.
"No, we are all going down the mountain with Zhang Zongzhu.
Hey! Zhang Zongzhu is also helpless. He lacks skill and cannot take care of both sides. He can only abandon the original plan. "
Ren Qianshan shook his head and sighed.
"Zang Zongzhu is too difficult. The remaining tribe of Triple Sky is all on him!"
The lean old man's eyes were red, and he moved with tears.
These human races are basically hindering them, and they can't help at all. Zhang Zongzhu totally rescues the human races against his own demon!
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