Chapter 427 Pink 13 Devil

Teach someone a lesson, and moreover, kill them directly.

The surrounding warriors couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. At the same time, mixed with anger, they glared at the figure in blood-clothed robes on the hero's stage. "What an arrogant Skeleton Abyss! The battle ten years ago did not wipe out all the evil demons like them. Now, do they dare to come out and do their bidding again?"

"Be careful. Skull Abyss dares to show up at the Heroes' Meeting. He must be prepared." The angry eyes also wiped away the solemnity for a while.

"Unexpectedly, the Seven Abyss Evil Sect, which has been dormant for ten years, has come out again. I'm afraid... there will be another bloody storm in the martial arts world."

All eyes were focused on the hero stage.

Deng Buyuan's eyes were filled with anger.

He had just been humiliated by Luo Feng today, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. Now he came out of the abyss of skulls to provoke him. He even killed a disciple of the Xingyi Sect while talking and laughing, and then spoke shamelessly in front of him.

"The Skeleton Abyss, it seems, is no longer willing to remain silent." Deng Buyuan's eyes flashed coldly.

Thirteen men in blood-clothed clothes, headed by a woman.

Both eyebrows were painted a seductive red, and she laughed when she heard this. Lan Hua pointed at Deng Buyuan and chuckled, "If I say, Skull Abyss, it is precisely through this Heroes' Meeting that I will declare Come back, what will you do to me?"

"Take your life to pay homage to the spirit of my Xingyi Sect disciple in heaven." Deng Buyuan let out a long roar, and his figure rushed out, as fast as a stream of light, and went straight to the woman in blood-clothed clothes at the front.

Phew!

Roar!

As soon as he takes action, he becomes a snake and a leopard, going all out.

The dozen or so people in blood-clothed clothes in front of him gave Deng Buyuan a feeling of extreme danger. He had to use all his strength when he made a move.

In front of all the heroes in the world, Xingyi Sect has already been embarrassed once, and it must not appear a second time.

The fist wind rises.

The face of the woman in blood-clothed clothes at the front showed a strange smile in an instant, and the twelve people behind her waved their sleeves at the same time. In an instant, a faint pink mist filled the hero stage, pink. In the mist, there is a faint evil skull pattern.

"Pink skull!"

Seeing this scene,

In the audience of the heroes, Fu Jingheng suddenly blurted out, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes suddenly trembled.

At this moment, Deng Buyuan's face changed drastically.

The pink skull represents a kind of poison, but also represents... an identity that once dominated the world of warriors.

"The Thirteen Red Pink Demons!" Deng Buyuan exclaimed with a horrified look on his face, and his face suddenly changed. In that catastrophe ten years ago, countless warriors died in the hands of the Thirteen Red Pink Demons in the Skull Abyss.

The name of the Thirteen Red Pink Demons is like a demon lurking deep in the hearts of many warriors.

Many people's faces suddenly changed, and they took out the air-conditioning.

The poisonous red pink skull struck, and Deng Buyuan subconsciously raised the wind in his palm. He held his breath at the same time, and then the snake fist suddenly struck out with lightning and rushed towards the leader of the woman in blood.

The woman in blood-clothed clothes laughed ferociously, and as she waved her hands, the wind from her palms rose at the same time, and she faced Deng Buyuan head-on.

Peng!

In an instant, Deng Buyuan's body was knocked out and he fell heavily on the hero stage.

The warriors around him couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts.

Their eyes stared at the Thirteen Red and Pink Demons in horror.

The big devil who was all-powerful back then actually appeared here.

"Don't worry, these are not the Thirteen Pink Demons from back then." At this time, a figure stepped onto the Hero Stage, Xiaoyao Sect, Fu Jingheng.

Deng Buyuan was defeated in one move, and his opponent was Skeleton Abyss. As an elder of the five sects, Fu Jingheng could not stand idly by.

Fu Jingheng stared at the thirteen people in blood-clothed clothes in front of him, and finally fixed his eyes on the leading woman. He then spoke slowly, "The Thirteen Red and Pink Demons of the past, when they joined forces, were infinitely powerful, comparable to the Eight Cauldrons." Strong. However, in the final battle that year, the Thirteen Red Pink Demons were defeated by a peak strongman from my Xiaoyao Sect. Almost all of the Thirteen Demons perished. Those who were lucky enough to survive probably only became A useless person. Now it seems that there is another fish that has slipped through the net." Fu Jingheng's eyes stared at the woman in blood, "Yin Wuniang, what I said is correct."

Hearing this, the blood-clothed woman's eyes suddenly burst out with a surge of hatred, "Fu Jingheng, old man Gu Ming killed my thirteen pink demons back then. This debt will be settled on you today, and you still have to pay for it." There is...this lovely second princess of the Xiaoyao Sect!" Yin Wuniang, a woman in blood, laughed coldly and stared at the little Loli in the audience like lightning.

The little Loli's face turned pale and she subconsciously took a step back. At this time, a figure came over and patted her shoulder.

The little Loli turned around and looked, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Crazy brother, she is scaring me."

"It's okay, if she dares to touch you, my crazy brother will beat her up." Luo Feng smiled.

The little Loli suddenly burst into laughter.

On the hero stage, Fu Jingheng glanced at Yin Wuniang coldly, "My master could destroy you, the Thirteen Red Pink Demons, then, today, I can also destroy you, the so-called Thirteen Red Pink Demons, who just pieced together things and made them again."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Wuniang's eyes became filled with murderous intent.

"So, you are still Gu Ming's disciple. It just so happens that I want to take your head to pay tribute to the heroic spirit of my Red Thirteen Demons." Yin Wuniang waved her arm, and in an instant, the other twelve people flashed out and surrounded Fu Jingheng directly, with murderous intent in their eyes. "Red Thirteen Demons, although they are no longer the Red Thirteen Demons of the past, it is not a problem to kill a mere disciple of Gu Ming. Go!"

Yin Wuniang's sleeves shook violently, accompanied by a burst of Red Skull's poison, and in an instant, the red mist enveloped the hero platform again.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Twelve people, almost at the same time, took out a dagger in their hands.

The dagger was sharp, flashing with purple-red cold light, and the poison smeared on it was enough to kill with one blow.

Step! Step!

Fu Jingheng did not have any contempt in his heart. He took two steps back slowly, staring at Yin Wuniang in front of him with vigilant eyes, and listening to all directions at the same time.

Although Yin Wuniang was the only one left of the 13 Red-Pink Demons, after ten years of lurking, no one knew how much the strength of the Skeleton Abyss had recovered, and the 13 Red-Pink Demons in front of him had the power of the 13 Red-Pink Demons back then... Fu Jingheng didn't know, so he could only go all out.

"Kill him."

Twelve figures, using the poisonous mist of the Red-Pink Skeleton as a barrier, flashed over. The blood-stained clothes seemed to blend into the mist and were difficult to recognize. The purple-red dagger with a bloody cold light broke through the air and slashed Fu Jingheng directly.

The murderous intent cut through the sky, causing all the warriors present to tremble in their hearts.