It's blood. The smell of blood comes from the field

Everyone looked at the front of the battlefield, eyes are straight, just because see the field of belle, finally hurt!

At the moment, the palm of BEI'ER's hand has been pierced by the long sword, and the blood trough on the wind demon's long sword is leading BEI'ER's blood to drop. The low blood presents a very strange crystal purple, dreamy, and full of the demons of hell.

At the last moment, even the demon Belle couldn't escape the sword. She could only summon the whole body armor in a hurry, but she was still pierced by the wind demon's sword.

The wind devil was stunned for a moment, and looked thoughtfully at Belle's purple blood. His eyes touched, his pupils shrunk, and there was a trace of gloom in his voice.

"How can you have an affair with the demon clan? Oh, no matter whether you are a god Buddha or a demon dragon, under my wind devil's sword, you can only die! "

The wind devil doesn't know BEI'ER's racial identity, just knows that BEI'ER is not a human race, but the wind devil has a preconceived idea to put BEI'ER into the ranks of the demon race.

At the moment, the atmosphere in the field became warm, and the army of the netherworld, who had not gained the advantage, finally saw the hope.

All the people of the netherworld army are looking at BEI'ER whose palm is bleeding, but they are expecting more.

The wind devil, the first deputy general, was successful.

As long as you kill BEI'ER, everything will become much easier. This is Lin Hao's last card. Killing BEI'ER means that Lin Hao will lose his strongest strength. At that time, Lin Hao will fall here.

The naive netherworld army didn't realize BEI'ER's strength ranking in Lin Hao's team, but simply took the words of the wind devil as the golden rule. After all, Lin Hao's accomplishments are only level 6 Wuling. No matter how strong he is, can he compete with the high-level Wuling?

"Go to hell, witch!"

The wind devil raised a grim smile at the corner of his mouth. He twisted his sword and drew it out. The blood was sprinkled out with pieces of meat.

The breath of powerful spirit power belonging to the high-level Wuling surged on the wind devil, and the furious spirit power condensed to his sword again.

This sword will take BEI'ER's life!

However, to the wind devil's surprise, at the moment, BEI'ER is very calm, too calm!

Belle's head is low, and the horns on her head are black. A very terrible smell is coming from her.

The wind devil has an uncertain premonition in his heart. In front of him, BEI'ER looks like a volcano about to erupt. His intuition tells the wind devil that if he doesn't stab the sword, he probably won't have a chance to do it again!

"Go to hell!"!!! Two flashes of wind devil

The wind devil roared, the sword in his hand turned and stabbed BEI'ER with great momentum, and the air was shaking with the indomitable force of the sword.

However, the wind devil didn't succeed in this sword. On the contrary, he saw the most terrible scene in his life.

The sword stabbed out, but stopped in the air. On the hilt of the sword, a hand covered with black armor was particularly eye-catching.

This hand holds the sword hard, even the wind devil can't move with all his strength, just like a vise.

The wind devil's heart was filled with fright, and his hair stood up behind him. In the panic, he didn't even let go of his sword hand for the first time, but suddenly raised his head. It's ok if he didn't look up.

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