Chapter 4388 Destruction 4
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,!
Whoever lives or dies between these two people is the same. To the little devil, they are all the same because he can't stop them. .
I don’t want to stop it, I can’t control the fight between gods, I have no right to do so.
No one can stop it, no one can.
Who can stop the young samurai from dying?
nobody!
In other words, An He didn't take it seriously, and it was impossible to stop it.
Fu Jun frowned, with ice and snow between his brows, "It suddenly happened like this."
An He: "It's not sudden."
Prolonged confrontations and conflicts can completely break out. Everyone wants to kill the other person, and they won't stop until they die. It's so annoying. .
Ning Shu had completely turned into a bloody man, bloody, with blood dripping from every pore, turning the clothes on his body into blood red, and his face was bloody.
Drops of blood rolled down his cheeks like sweat.
The meridians in the body are torn, and the conflicting forces in the body are constantly impacting, causing some damage. The surging power needs a breakthrough, and it only needs to be vented.
Uncle Tai's face was covered with black lines, and his blood-red eyes no longer looked like a human being, only indifference and murderous intent. Both sides were injured in repeated battles, but neither would stop.
Ning Shu is the target that Taishu must kill, especially since he seems to have lost consciousness now, so the sword must kill. .
Ning Shu not only wanted to survive, but also wanted to kill his uncle. In this case, anyone who stopped would die.
More and more races gathered and watched the battle from a safe position. No one intervened rashly, and no one dared to intervene rashly.
The whip shadows and sword shadows that filled the sky collided with great power, raging and annihilating everything. Only a fool would rush forward.
An He looked in one direction. Over there, there was a strong smell of blood floating over. From a distance, he saw the broad flag, the solemnity and murderous look of the army.
This feeling is too familiar, it's the army coming.
In addition to their organized army, there are other armies in the void.
Such a strict and neat team?
An He squinted his eyes as he looked at the approaching team. Too many races had gathered. No matter what the purpose of gathering these races, it was now very detrimental to them.
The organization is too far away.
An He has already issued orders to the military officers below to gather more teams to avoid anything happening.
At least we must successfully bring Uncle Tai back.
At this time, An He deeply understood how important it was to have a main system. When encountering such a situation, Sang Liang would dispatch manpower, and powerful people in the organization would come to suppress the battle.
Now that Sang Liang's life and death were unknown, he could only mobilize people from the military side. As for the missionaries and some of the big guys from some factions, he couldn't mobilize them at all.
I can’t figure out what is going on in Sang Liang’s mind?
Is the uncle's situation so bad? Does he need to die to open a way for his uncle?
As the number of people gathered increased, their small number became very weak, helpless and pitiful.
Maybe he might end up here and not be able to go back.
If Uncle Tai wins and grabs what he needs, it's okay to say that if he loses, the price will be too high.
Does he hope that Uncle Tai will win, or does he hope that after Ning Shu wins, he will be kind to them and let them go?
An He felt ashamed and despicable for his inner thoughts, the despicableness of the weak.
With the huge team next to them doing this, it makes their team even more weak, helpless and pitiful.
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