The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

Claude lay on his back on the ground, his eyes closed, and he didn't move. There was a sticky blood that had turned black, and I didn't know whether it was alive or dead.

The small and cute Alice was tied to a chair by a thick magic rope. Her face was full of tears. She looked at Claude on the ground dumbly. Sadness and regret appeared at the same time on her cute and somewhat childish round face. superior.

A handsome, aristocratic, brunette young man sat on the other side of the house. He stared at Lisier with interest, with a strange sneer at the corner of his mouth, and laughed at himself: "I have always heard that humans like the inside. Fighting, and cunning, I didn’t expect that the first time I came out on a mission, I would meet a human with such a pure heart. I don’t know if it is luck or misfortune.

"That's an adult. You have a good heart." Next to the young man, a strong human like a half-orc stood behind him respectfully and smiled: "In fact, humans taste very good, especially like this little girl, her meat It will definitely be delicious. Adults, would you like to taste it? My craftsmanship of cooking human beings is also quite famous in the clan."

The young man waved his hand quickly and said, "Forget it, you don't know, we are not interested in the meat of intelligent creatures."

The strong human shook his head regretfully and said, "That's really a pity."

"It's nothing to be a pity." The young man smiled with aristocratic air: "The ideas of each race are different. We will not interfere with your ideas. That's why you will regard us as the master of the demon world. Isn't that true!"

"It's true!" The strong man nodded and said, "In the Demon Realm. It is only your royal family that can be absolutely fair."

The aristocratic youth stood up, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said with a smile: "The people we are waiting for are here."

"Where?" The strong man watched around vigilantly.

Not long after his voice fell, the door of the room was pierced by a huge force, amidst the shooting sawdust. A figure was swept in the gust of wind, with a howling sense of oppression. A blue long sword suddenly appeared and pierced both of them.

The noble youth drew out the long sword, leaned sideways, swiped his wrist lightly, the gorgeous and bright flame long sword and the blue long sword of the visitor collided with each other, there was a light impact, and the young man's body sank. I stepped back for a while, before I had time to be surprised, the visitor was in mid-air, and without any help, he actually made an incredible horizontal posture. After that, he kicked with a quick and powerful kick. come over.

The aristocratic youth hurriedly raised his right hand to carry his grudge. He blocked it in a hurry, but didn't stop it. He was kicked into flight by this kick, broke through the wall of the house, and flew outside the house.

"My lord!" The brawny man finally came back to celebrate, his face was blue. With a roar, he pounced on the incoming person.

There was a strange buzzing sound suddenly in the air, and years of combat experience made him immediately alert, and the magic elements on the left side of his body gathered together at an unbelievably fast speed.

Cast spells quickly! The brawny man was taken aback. He tried his best to lie back on his back. He just fell on his back. A bucket of thick white lightning wiped off his scalp, breaking through the wall, violently destroying everything along the way, making it change. Fly ash into residue.

He rolled embarrassedly. The strong man stood up and looked outside the door. I saw an elf girl who was so beautiful and fascinating that she gradually walked in. Her white jade face showed a gradual smile and said: "Don't pretend anymore. Show your body, winged. Demon, no, you should be called the fear demon."

The brawny man squinted his eyes, with a dangerous light shining inside and sneered: "Elf mage, since you know that I am a winged power monster, you should also know another title of our race, mage nemesis! Why didn't you run away?"

"Ordinary people are afraid of you, but it doesn't mean that I am afraid of you too." The tall and beautiful elven girl smiled brighter, as if she could radiate a dim light that was heartbreaking.

The strong man smashed his tongue and his saliva was gushing crazily. He instinctively told him that the tender meat of this elven woman must be delicious. When paired with the top seasoning insects in the devil world, it can definitely cook a pot that makes all the people jealous. Fresh soup.

During these two conversations, the first person came rushing to the bound girl and swung a sword to cut off all the ropes on her body. Alice, who was free, slowly raised her head, and a sudden burst of excitement appeared on her absent-minded face. She threw herself into the arms of the visitor, crying: "Brother Alex, Grandpa was beaten to death in order to protect me, oooooo!"

"Relax, the old man is not dead, he just fainted." Zhang Hao gently stroked Alice's predicted hair and comforted him: "In a while, Lisi'er, it's also the fairy sister over there who will rescue him."

"Really?" Alice stopped crying, she looked over at her head, stayed in a daze, and said, "What a beautiful elves!"

"You are also very cute, ***." Lisi'er was relieved a lot. She could see that Alice just simply relied on and admired Zhang Hao, and there was no personal affection between her children.

The strong man swallowed and shouted outside the house: "My lord, are you okay?"

"It's okay." The aristocratic youth patted the dust on his body and walked in from the hole in the broken wall. He twisted his right wrist. After making sure that he did not hurt his muscles, he quietly examined Zhang Hao for a while, and suddenly laughed. Said: "It is indeed an enemy who can make the patriarch feel headache. I am not your opponent."

"My lord, can you catch this elf?" The strong man swallowed again and said, "I have never seen such a wonderful prey. You know, it will be our courting season soon. I want to use it. She made food, and of course she made food and gave it to Braulfnaer, she would definitely **** me with me, haha."

"Give up, Jisola, you are not her enemy." The young nobleman smiled, "Just don't be prey to her."

The brawny man didn't believe it and said, "Impossible, my clan is the nemesis of magicians."

"She is not an ordinary magician." The aristocratic young man's eyes fell on Lis'er, showing a hint of surprise, and smiled: "If I didn't guess wrong, this lady should be living in the legend and famous. The enchanted magician, Ms. Phantom!"

"She is the third obstacle to our race's dominance of the mainland, the executioner, the phantom?" The strong man took a breath. The so-called three obstacles refer to the water god, the titan god, and the phantom, although the other alliance heroes It also makes the Mozu very distressed, but they all have a lifespan. If it doesn't work, they will fight a'protracted battle', and wait for them to die of old age. Only these three people are immortal and immortal, making all the races of the Demon Realm smell like a stalk in their throats.

"It should be called the four major obstacles now." The aristocratic youth pointed at Zhang Hao, and said in a low voice: "He is a descendant of the Chaos God. Although he is not a divine residence now, it is enough to cause my family a headache."

Zhang Hao lifted up Claude, who fell on the ground, and said with a serious face: "You seem to know us very well. Although you are very hostile to us, there is not much murder in your actions. Old Claude looked at There were a lot of wounds on the body, but none of them were serious. You just stunned it. You should be from the Demon Race, come here to find what we want to do?"

"We really have no plans to fight with you." The young nobleman gave a graceful bow and said: "First of all, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Marquis of the Molten River from the royal family of the Demon Realm, Bin Laden Essodin. Ra, this is my adjutant, the third warrior of the Dread Demon clan, the fourth commander of the third elite army of Guarahua, Gilasso."

"There are four elite guards under the demon king, and they are all masters who can block ten." Lisi'er explained to Zhang Hao in a low voice: "There are about three thousand elite troops, and the main body is composed of terrifying demons. The individual ranks are equivalent to a mixture of the Great Mage and the God of Fighting, and the Human Alliance must use a group army of more than 60,000 to be able to barely stop it."

Zhang Hao frowned and said, "It sounds difficult to deal with."

"Yes!" Lisi'er nodded: "So every time the Gods and Demons fight, the Human Alliance relies on the suppression of numbers and the spirit of sacrifice to repel them. In each war, the number of Alliance soldiers died. It will not be less than three million, and the number of civilian deaths will not be less than 100 million."

The current total population of the mainland is only a little over 200 million. In other words, every war will consume half of the population, which is indeed a very high casualty loss.

Zhang Hao has a new question: "As far as I know, the royal family of the Demon Realm should be black hair and black eyes."

"Do you mean this?" Bin Laden said with a smile, and the color of his brown hair and brown eyes gradually darkened, until it became a dense black like charcoal.

"In order to be able to walk on the mainland, I have to put on a little disguise." Bin Laden smiled: "The humans on the mainland are very unfriendly intelligent creatures."

Black hair color and night-black eyes are one of the characteristics of Yanhuang descendants. Looking at this familiar appearance, Zhang Hao couldn't help but miss his life on the earth, and was fascinated for a while.

"I saw the nostalgic expression in your eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bin Laden's observational power is extremely keen: "As far as I know, the Chaos God is also black-haired and black-eyed, not unlike our Letch people. Great, on this point, maybe we can reach some consensus that is beneficial to both parties. "

Zhang Hao didn't want to gossip with him, and asked, "What is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Good question!" Osama bin Laden casually flattered, saying sternly: "I am here to make a deal with you on behalf of the patriarch."

"Deal?" Zhang Hao looked up for a while and said, "I don't think there is anything that can be traded with you."

Bin Laden took out a scroll of paper from his arms, threw it over, and said, "Look at this thing."

Zhang Hao opened the scroll and suddenly raised his head: "This is...!"

"Not bad!" Bin Laden smiled triumphantly: "This is a portrait of the God of Chaos, a mansion with black hair and night eyes."

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