This human powerhouse is a half-moon-level master of the fire fighting spirit, standing at the mouth of the canyon, fighting desperately, preferring to die rather than retreat, because behind him is guarding an extremely narrow mountain road, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with long purple hair and two red birthmarks in the center of his eyebrows like a red birthmark like a red pen dotted sand, with his eyes closed, standing quietly on the mountain road, motionless, in an extremely strange state, it seems that he is too frightened to open his eyes, and it seems that he is feeling the battle outside.

Persisting all the way here, the other guards around him have all been killed, and the white-haired old man used his wisdom to kill many strong people of the Sea Clan along the way.

But by this time, he himself was almost at the end of his crossbow.

There are eight strong people of the Sea Clan around, some are flexible and good at attacking, some are hard and good at defense, some are fierce and poisonous with scimitars, and some are extremely wild, all of them are extremely terrifying opponents, almost consuming all the fighting energy in his old man's body, and the old man at this time is barely supporting his life.

The old man already had hundreds of wounds, large and small, and a gray robe was already stained with blood.

A layer of cyan frost pervades the right shoulder, and the abdomen is a huge wound that can reach the bone, and you can faintly see that the intestines in the abdomen are about to fall out, and the shape can be described as miserable and tragic to the extreme, if ordinary people were injured so badly by him, they would have died a hundred times.

But it is clear that there is an unwavering belief and strength that supports him and refuses to fall!

"The bloodline of the Innos clan must not be exterminated in the hands of your lowly sea clan!"

The white-haired old man had all his beard and hair, his eyes were wide open, and in an extremely ancient language, he let out an angry and unwilling roar, he struck out with a palm, and the roaring fire dragon gushed out from his palm, forcing the three sea clan powerhouses on the opposite side to push away, and then used his already broken body to bear the blade of another sea clan, fighting to be injured, and blasted a terrible flame into the body of a mad shark clan powerhouse in front of him, burning this sea clan powerhouse alive!

A way of playing that ends up together.

The white-haired old man at the end of the strong crossbow can only threaten his opponent through this means.

The cold light flickered, and the broken arm flew sideways.

A Sea Clan powerhouse took the opportunity to perform his fighting skills and cut off the white-haired old man's left arm with a single sword.

"Uh...... Poof!" The white-haired old man staggered and almost fell, he looked up to the sky and cried out: "The gods are above, I am not sorry to die, but please send a miracle to save the heirs of the glorious heroes who saved the human race in the past!"

"Ah!!!hhh

There are many strong people of the Sea Clan, but they were killed a lot along the way by the Terran powerhouse who only had one breath left in front of them, and then occupied the geographical advantage here, so that their numerical advantage could not be fully exerted, and for a while, it was difficult to completely take down the opponent, but instead lost a moon-level powerhouse, for the proud Sea Clan, this is simply an unbearable shame.

After a frantic siege, the white-haired old man finally lost another arm.

The old man staggered back to the entrance of the canyon mountain road, his eyes were wide with anger, and his beard was open, as if he was a male lion dragon ready to make the final blow, and the several sea clan powerhouses besieging him were shocked by his fierce momentum for a while, and they didn't dare to approach.

"Young master...... Old Slave ...... I've done my best, these demons can't kill enough, I ...... I can't protect you...... It's really ...... I am really ashamed of the deceased master, ashamed of the heroes of the past, you are the blood of the hero, absolutely...... It must not fall into the hands of a foreign race and suffer humiliation, just let ...... The old slave will enter the arms of death with you, and use death to defend the dignity of the bloodline of the Innos family!"

The white-haired old man was extremely fierce, and said to the little boy in the mountain road with tears in his eyes.

As long as there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, the white hair will try to protect the little boy's life, but now, everything has despaired, rather than falling into the hands of this group of demons and being tortured to death, it is better to give the little master a happy and dignified death.

"It's all right, Uncle Belletti, you don't have to grieve, death is not terrible, and death can't erase the former glory of Innos!"

In the face of impending death, the little boy who had been hidden in the darkness in the mountain road actually showed an unbelievable calmness that was incommensurate with his youth, and even had a flawless smile on his childish face.

The little boy said slowly, "If death can free people from pain, it should be a happy thing!"

Facing the smiling teenager in the shadows, the white-haired old man Belletti was in tears and mixed feelings, not knowing what to say.

His young master, born with great intelligence, has the wisdom of the legendary sages, and also has the compassion of the gods, even though he was born with a disability, he has always been the most loved person in the whole village, although he was born blind, but he can observe everything with the purest eyes in the world. 、

If it weren't for the fact that he was born with a disability and couldn't practice martial arts, maybe after countless years, Innos would finally have a stunning superman in his blood.

It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, and fate is too much.

Bad luck befell the remnants of Innos, and the little master, who had no quarrel with the world, such a pure and immaculate young wise man, could not escape death...... It's really unfair!

The white-haired old man Belletti struggled to run the last trace of flame fighting qi in his body, and was about to strike out at the smiling young man and die with the little master, when at this critical moment, an unexpected change came.

Shout!

A whistling golden streamer in the distance came in an instant, like a comet breaking through the sky, and it actually crossed the barrier of dozens of Sea Clan powerhouses without any hindrance, and stood beside the two of them in an instant.

The white-haired old man was shocked, and then he was ecstatic.

Because, when someone came, it turned out to be a human race.

A terran of incredible strength.

This person is naturally His Majesty the King who has finally arrived.

The white-haired old man almost fell headlong into Sun Fei's arms, stared at Sun Fei with a look that made Sun Fei unforgettable, and struggled to say, "Please...... Protection...... The bloodline of the Terran heroes...... Innos ...... I ......" He turned his head with difficulty again, glanced at the young man standing in the shadows with a smile and closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "Little master, there is a lot of suffering in the world...... But...... You...... You must live happily......"

After speaking, his body stiffened, and a generation of strong men passed away suddenly, and his breath was gone.

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