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

The surrounding warriors couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and at the same time, mixed with anger, they glared at the robed and blood-clothed figure on the hero's platform. "What an arrogant skeleton abyss! Ten years ago, the first battle didn't wipe out all of them, and now, do they dare to come out again?"

"Be careful, if the Skeleton Abyss dares to show up at the Heroes Meeting, it must be prepared. The angry eyes also erased a burst of solemnity.

"Unexpectedly, the Seven Abyss Evil Sect, which had been silent for ten years, actually came out again, I'm afraid...... The martial arts world is about to set off a bloody storm again. ”

All eyes were on the hero's platform.

Deng Buyuan's eyes were full of anger.

I was just humiliated by Luo Feng today, and my anger was nowhere to vent, but now I ran out of a skeleton abyss to provoke, and even after killing the disciples of Xingyi Sect in a joke, I was ashamed to speak in front of myself.

"The skull abyss, it seems, is no longer willing to be silent. Deng Buyuan's eyes flickered with a cold light.

Thirteen blood-clad men, led by a woman.

Both eyebrows were painted in a bewitching red, and when she heard the words, she laughed, and Orchid pointed at Deng Buyuan, giggling, "If I say that the Skeleton Abyss is precisely to take advantage of this heroic meeting to announce his return, what about you, but me?"

"Take your life and pay tribute to the soul of my Xingyi Sect disciple in the sky. Deng Buyuan let out a long roar directly, and his figure rushed out in an arrow, flying as fast as a streamer, and went straight to the blood-clothed woman at the front.

Woohoo!

Roar!

As soon as he shot, he was a snake and leopard, and he went all out.

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

In front of the world's heroes, Xingyimen has already planted its face once, and it must not appear a second time.

The fist wind rises.

The face of the blood-clothed woman in front of her suddenly revealed a strange smile, and the twelve people behind her flicked their sleeves at the same time, and in an instant, a faint pink mist spread on the hero stage, and in the pink mist, there was a faint skull pattern that was faintly permeated.

"Pink Skull!"

Seeing this scene, under the stage, Fu Jingheng's pupils suddenly shrank and blurted out, and his eyes suddenly shocked.

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

The pink skull represents a kind of poison, but also represents ...... An identity that once dominated the martial arts world.

"Thirteen Devils in Pink!" Deng Buyuan's face exclaimed in horror, his face changed suddenly, in that catastrophe ten years ago, there were countless warriors who died in the hands of the Thirteen Demons of Pink in the Abyss of Skulls.

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

Many people's faces changed suddenly, and they gasped out of the cold air.

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

The woman in blood laughed fiercely, and with a wave of her hand, the palm wind rose at the same time, and she confronted Deng Buyuan head-on.

Disheveled!

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

The surrounding warriors couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts.

Their eyes stared at the Thirteen Demons in horror.

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

"Don't worry, this is not the Thirteen Demons of Pink. At this time, a figure flashed and stepped onto the hero's platform, the free faction, Fu Jingheng.

Deng Buyuan was defeated in one move, the opponent was the Skeleton Abyss, and Fu Jingheng, as an elder of the five factions, naturally couldn't stand by and watch.

Fu Jingheng stared at the thirteen blood-clothed people in front of him, and finally fixed his eyes on the woman who was the leader, and then spoke slowly, "The Thirteen Demons of Red and Pink back then, when they joined forces, were infinitely powerful, comparable to the powerhouses of the Eight Dings. It's just that in the final battle of the year, the Thirteen Demons of Pink were defeated by a peak powerhouse of my Loose Sect, and almost all of the Thirteen Demons fell, and those who were lucky enough to survive were probably only wasted. Now it seems that there is still a fish that has slipped through the net. Fu Jingheng's eyes stared at the blood-clothed woman in the lead, "Yin Wuniang, what I said is not wrong." ”

Hearing this, the blood-clothed woman's eyes instantly burst out with a monstrous hatred, "Fu Jingheng, old man Gu Ming destroyed my Thirteen Pink Demons back then, and this account will be counted on you today, and there are ...... This lovely second princess of the Carefree Sect!" Yin Wuniang, the woman in blood, laughed coldly, and stared at the little Lori in the audience like electricity.

Little Lori's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back, and at this time, a figure walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

Little Lori turned her face to look at it, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Crazy brother, she scared me." ”

"It's okay, she dares to touch you, the crazy brother beats her. Luo Feng smiled.

Little Lolit giggled.

On the hero stage, Fu Jingheng glanced at Yin Wuniang coldly, "My master could destroy your Thirteen Demons of Pink back then, so today, I can also destroy you, the so-called Thirteen Demons of Pink that I have put together and rebuilt." ”

As soon as the words fell, the killing intent in Yin Wuniang's eyes flourished.

"It turns out that you are still a disciple of Old Man Gu Ming. It just so happens that the old lady wants to carry your head and pay tribute to the heroic spirit of my Thirteen Demons of Red Pink. Yin Wuniang waved her arm, and in an instant, the remaining twelve people flashed out, directly surrounding Fu Jingheng, and the murderous intent in her eyes surged. "The Thirteen Demons of Pink, although they are no longer the Thirteen Demons of Pink, it is not a problem to destroy a disciple of Gu Ming. Do it!"

Yin Wuniang's sleeves shook suddenly, accompanied by a burst of red pink skull poison emitted, and in an instant, the red mist shrouded the hero stage again.

Whoa!

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

The dagger was sharp, flashing with a cold purple light, and the poison smeared was enough to see blood seal the throat.

Kick!

Fu Jingheng didn't have any contempt, and took two steps back gently, staring vigilantly at Yin Wuniang in front of him, while listening to all directions.

Although there was only Yin Wuniang left in the Thirteen Demons of Pink back then, after ten years of lurking, no one knew that the strength of the Skeleton Abyss had recovered a few percent, and the Thirteen Demons of Pink in front of him had the power of the Thirteen Demons of Pink back then...... Fu Jingheng didn't know, he could only go all out.

"Kill him. ”

Twelve figures, with the poisonous mist of the red and pink skeleton as a barrier, flashed in, the bloody clothes seemed to be integrated into the mist, difficult to identify, and the purple-red dagger with the cold glow of blood broke through the air and slashed Fu Jingheng.

The killing machine pierced the sky, making the hearts of all the warriors present tremble.