Chapter 1330

This guy is just a cultivation maniac!

The waist pendant used for weight-bearing training is usually worn on the body. It weighs 40 kg! Many people take a breath of cold air and are also surprised at the night leopard's persistence in strength. This is not willpower, it is madness at all.

Lightly jumped on the ground, night leopard satisfaction nodded, stretched out a finger hook: "three moves to solve you, to try."

The little deacon sneered. For fear of losing his mind, he never provided enough blood for himself. The ring on the ring finger of the left hand moved slightly, reached out the tip of a tiny invisible needle, stuck it into the finger, and gurgled enough blood.

This is the latest way to enhance the power of the night eaters. Each of them has a ring in their left and right hands, which is not easy to be noticed when they wear it on their hands. In the left hand ring, there are enough blood essence, which can be injected into different doses according to the needs of the people. The right-hand ring is a tranquilizer, and the people who can control the action are used to eliminate the state of madness.

Not all clansmen can use the ring of their right hand. After all, less than one-third of the clansmen can remain rational after becoming crazy. Most of the time, they can only rely on instinct.

Young deacons are already elites, and they need to be cultivated vigorously among ethnic groups.

Of course, the little deacon who has released all his strength is frightening enough.

The night leopard and the little deacon, who collided with each other again, burst out with amazing fighting power. In the pouring rain, they collided with each other crazily. Other people wanted to avoid the rain, but they didn't want to miss such a wonderful fight. They found shelter one after another, put their clothes on their heads, and watched all this.

It's the first time for many people to see the battle mode of the night eater. It's really reckless and doesn't care whether they are injured or not. They even deliberately trade injuries for injuries in order to kill the enemy with maximum efficiency.

It's not that night leopard hasn't seen the deadly play before, but it's only limited to a few times. Most people will lose their fighting capacity after one or two heavy injuries. For them, there is only stimulation but no danger.

But the little deacon broke his expectation again and again, and the gap between them was still very big. Impolitely speaking, the night leopard had already killed the little deacon several times in a row. Everyone could see that he had been fatally wounded.

But that guy is just like Xiaoqiang who can't fight to death. After falling to the ground, he will stand up again in a few seconds, roaring and rushing up to continue his deadly attack.

After several times in a row, the night leopard's face finally became dignified. When his abdomen was cut by the little deacon, the night leopard finally got out of his anger, roared and punched the little Deacon's nose, and then rushed to the little deacon, trampled on the little deacon, splashing with dazzling blood light in the pouring rain, The eyes of the people around you are jumping.

At first, the little deacon was struggling, but later he lost his voice and stopped moving. The raindrops slapped on the body and rushed down to make blood color.

The night leopard gasped for breath and stopped. He sneered and stopped his chest. He licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth and murmured: "a small minion is so hard to deal with. The night eaters are really a group of monsters. Boss, why are you sending me to take revenge on this kind of ghost... "

Step on

In the heavy rain, a figure came slowly with a black umbrella in his hand. He came to the scene of the battle and had a indifferent look. He first went to see the two night eaters who had been killed by the blow. He snorted and then turned around, Go straight to the night leopard.

The night leopard's body suddenly becomes tense, and the pupil stares at the person instantaneously. The training of life and death makes his body automatically sense the threat of the comer, which is the strong one that can threaten his death.

Who is it?

The night leopard stepped back half a step, and his whole body muscles instantly entered the battle preparation, just like the leopard who was about to fight with his mortal enemy. He believed that the moment when he shot was the moment when his strongest power burst out.

The man came slowly to the little deacon, ignored the existence of the night leopard, leaned down and explored the little Deacon's breath. With a sound, a bright red pill rolled out of his hand and put it into the little Deacon's mouth.

The night leopard sneers, even if you put it into God's holy water, it's useless. Just now, he has almost trampled that guy's viscera into meat mud, and the immortal can't save him.

At the entrance of the red pill, the little deacon moved his body and sat up abruptly after two seconds.

The night leopard's pupil suddenly shrinks, and he can't believe that he is biting his teeth. The onlookers around him also scream. I feel that this scene is really incredible.

Just now the night leopard's feet were dying. The two hostile sides didn't mean to keep their hands. What was the red pill just put into the little Deacon's mouth? Is there really a magic medicine to bring the dying back to life in this world?The visitor laughed and patted the Deacon's head: "it's good. At least one life has been saved. Go back. There's something in the lab that will keep you alive. "

The little deacon climbed up and ran back behind him, but what the great deacon just gave him was the essence of the blood purified by the night race, enough for him to maintain his life for ten hours. In this period of time, as long as he returns to the crazy laboratory, he has hope to continue to live.

The night leopard snorted coldly. Just as he wanted to make some moves, he suddenly felt the murderous air coming from his face, which made his scalp explode instantly. He dodged fiercely towards the side with conditioned reflex. A dry white palm suddenly looked at his left shoulder and pierced his shoulder like a sharp blade.

"Ah!" The night leopard screams in pain, and suddenly pulls the trigger on the right side, which uses all the desperate guys.

The big deacon let out a sound and dodged like a ghost. The night leopard's body also twisted. The severe pain from the wound made him howl like a wounded beast. His hoarse voice roared: "Damn, do you dare to kill me?"

Just now, if he didn't escape, the big Deacon's hand would directly pierce his heart, obviously for revenge on the little deacon.

"Mr. night leopard, the last thing you should provoke is the night eaters. We will repay you if you want to. We will never let anyone who is hostile to us go." There were two bullet holes in the left leg of the chief deacon, but his face was calm as if he was not injured. He slowly pulled back his palm from the night leopard's left arm, stretched out his tongue and licked his bloody hand, which made everyone's scalp numb.

"What do you want?" Night leopard has never met this kind of enemy. For the first time, he was afraid from the bottom of his heart. The last means he used just now was to hurt the other party. He didn't think that his close combat was the opponent of the other party.

"It's easy. Just die." The Deacon had no expression