puff! puff! puff!
A knife, a sword, and a pair of short blades all pierced into this green spirit's graceful body at the same time!
Jia'er, who was shaken away, turned to look at the elf girl who had knocked her away, her pupils suddenly condensing.
The person who saved him was his eldest sister, the Holy Elf Clan Chief Princess, Qing'er!
The blood, unique to the elves, spilled out in the air. The girl in green was like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood from her mouth and flying out upside down.
It fell hard to the ground!
Qing'er, who had been hit hard one after another, completely absorbed the explosive power she had said. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were slightly protruding, and she was on the verge of death.
Blood flowed out of the body uncontrollably.
Qing'er's blood splashed on the dull Jia'er's face with the wind.
"Sister!" Huo'er came over with a flaming sword, tears welling up in his eyes, his voice was a bit hoarse, full of hatred!
"Why?! Uncle, how can you be so cruel as to kill Sister Qing'er?!" Huo'er swung his sword in pain and slashed at the infected elf royal family.
The remaining two people couldn't understand Huo'er's pain and torture at all. They immediately waved their weapons with expressionless faces, and the violent death aura filled the air.
Huo'er's fists were no match for his four legs, and he was forcibly knocked away. He spat out his blood and left a series of shocking traces in mid-air.
The dull Jia'er's eyes regained their composure after seeing Huo'er repelled by trauma and Qing'er severely injured and on the verge of death.
That is the color of hatred and pain!
"Uh ah... ah!" Jia'er screamed, and suddenly swung the Blue King Hammer in his hand, and the violent and fierce water awakening profound energy burst out.
"You! How could you be so cruel!"
Jia'er was like crazy, slapping his figure and rushing towards the two remaining strong men from the Holy Elf Royal Family. Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he hammered one by one and smashed them into meat cakes in an instant.
Kill the infected Wang Tianjia in front of him, especially his uncles who were once very kind and kind and brought him up.
Now her uncles began to cruelly hurt Qing'er, and she killed these elders.
How could Jia'er not feel pain in her heart at this moment?
"Sister...Sister!" Jia'er flashed to Qing'er's side holding the hammer. The hammer was still on the ground. She wanted to see Qing'er's condition, her hands were trembling.
Stopped in mid-air!
I saw Qing'er with disheveled hair lying in a pool of blood, his eyes suddenly staring, and he had long lost the breath of life.
There was a deep look of reluctance and pain in his eyes, and he died unwillingly.
"Sister Qing'er!" Jia'er cried out in pain. She picked up Qing'er who was in a pool of blood, crying very helplessly and sadly.
"Jia...Jia'er..."
The next second, an extremely weak voice came from not far away.
Jia'er, whose eyes were red from crying, turned her head stiffly and looked at Huo'er who fell on the other side.
At this moment, Huo'er was seriously injured and it was very difficult to get up. Natural disasters were pouring in. She knew that she would not survive.
"Jia'er...run...run...as far away as possible. Leave...leave the Demon Spirit Mountain Range, cough cough——!"
Huo'er vomited blood. She was severely injured and was instantly surrounded by several natural disasters. The beautiful figure in red was torn to pieces in an instant.
Dead silence!
In Jia'er's world, she seemed to see what a vivid hell on earth was!
War is cruel!
Following the tragic death of her eldest sister and second sister, Jia'er was stunned. She seemed to have stopped thinking, and the world suddenly became quiet.
Whoosh...!
The three infected Wang Tianjia belong to the Demon God Horse clan, and the leader is the Yanxiao of the Catastrophe!
They found Jia'er sitting on the ground holding Qing'er, grinned ferociously, and then flew away.
Three invincible demon horses appeared and could tear Jia'er's body apart in an instant.
At this moment, the closest family member died, and the tribe was on the verge of extinction. Jia'er, who had lost all thought, was holding Qing'er's body, which was getting colder, with dull eyes.
"It's all gone...it's all gone..." Jia'er burst into tears, muttering these three words wordlessly.
At such an extremely critical moment, a majestic Dragon Yan sword energy swept past.
The violent dragon flame sword energy instantly swallowed the three infected disaster demon horses headed by Yanwei into the violent dragon flames and turned them into ashes.
A familiar and longing shout gradually woke up Jia'er, whose eyes were dull, and gave her eyes a glimmer of light.
"Jia'er! Wake up! I'm coming!"
