However, when the scalper left, Li Er still instructed: “If you can save it, you can save it. If you can’t save it, you don’t have to force it. People still have to know the destiny.”
“Anyway, Mr. Niu will make a quick decision and return to Jiangdong as soon as possible.”
Li Er asked the scalpers to save the Juggernauts and the others, but it was only out of national justice. It was naturally the best to be able to save them.
The most important thing now is the Genting Mountain side.
The gathering here are all heroes and elites from Jiangdong and Jiangbei, as well as the sons of Mr. Chu’s relatives and friends.
Therefore, Li Er naturally asked the scalper to come back as soon as possible.
“En, don’t worry.”
“You have an array of protection here.”
“This formation is very mysterious.”
“Even if my old ox pushes hard, I’m afraid I won’t be able to break through for a while.”
“You have the protection of the formation, even if the Trumen army really comes, it can stop them for a lot of time.”
The scalper patted Li Er on the shoulder, so that he didn’t have to be afraid.
“Okay, my old cow is gone!”
The ox shouted, then took two pig trotters in his mouth, stepped into the air, and soon disappeared from everyone’s sight.
“Second…Second Master, this…what kind of creature is this?”
At the top of Yunding Mountain, everyone looked at the leaving scalper, but they were beyond amazed.
It just feels like watching a movie.
Li Er shook his head: “I don’t know either. However, this scalper should have no malice towards us.”
“From its few words, I feel that it has a lot to do with Mr. Chu.”
“Presumably, it should be Mr. Chu who left us Jiangdong before his death, another protection.”
“Mr. Chu has done his best to Jiangdong.”
“First build a protective formation to cover my Jiangdong elders.”
“Now, another divine cow has come to the world, protect me and wait for peace.”
“We Jiangdong can produce a Mr. Chu, it is my Jiangdong’s luck!”
Li Er was full of admiration in his heart.
Beside Lei Lao San and others were also deeply moved.
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Yanshan, His Highness the Martial God.
Already devastated.
As far as the eye can see, there are ravines.
The bright red blood flows down the jagged rocks of Yanshan like blood.
The provincial martial arts alliance formed by the Juggernaut and the King of Fighters was still unable to resist the pressure of the Trumen army.
After a few days of fierce fighting, they were completely defeated.
In the end, it turned into a one-sided slaughter!
The warriors from Jiangnan Province, Western Xinjiang Province, and the Three Eastern Provinces all fell under the slaughtering knives of the Chumen powerhouses.
Haotian Grandmaster Tang Hao couldn’t bear to see Yanxia warriors being slaughtered.
Severely wounded, he rushed into the battle and fought to the death with those Truman strong men.
However, the strength gap between the two forces is huge.
There is no need for Chu Yuan to do anything at all. The elders of the Chumen, together with the Chu family Longwei, and nearly ten masters and strong masters jointly strangle Tang Hao.
Even if it is consumed, it can also consume a titled grandmaster to death!
What’s more, the strong Trumen masters have a combined attack formation.
Under the joint efforts of the ten great masters, they confronted Tang Hao head-on, and they did not lose in the slightest.
In the end, Tang Hao died in battle!
He was pierced through the heart with swords by a group of Trumen elders.
On that day, blood soaked the sky, and the scarlet blood was more dazzling than the blazing sunset.
The burly and majestic Chinese paper that once fell down in the twilight of the hot summer!
“Tang Hao!”
….
“Master Haotian!”
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Behind him came the sympathetic cry of countless people.
The mournful cries and roars were as if tens of millions of people were crying.
However, Tang Hao could no longer hear the bitter voices of this world.
He stood on the top of Yanshan Mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun had dyed his whole body red.
The black giant hammer in his hand no longer has the brilliance of the past.
However, he still held it.
Those bloody eyes looked at the Chumen army ahead, at the bones of their compatriots under their feet, at the devastated Divine Land, and at the god of death, which was gradually approaching.