The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1289: Force out 1

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At this time, Wang Meng had already left the big formation and raised up little Scott, who was covered in blood.

Little Scott is grateful.

"Old Mason is dead." Wang Meng said to the little Scott who wanted to thank him.

Huh?

Little Scott was taken aback.

"Old Mason is dead! Kill! Don't leave one!" Little Scott was so excited that he suddenly shouted.

The news is confirmed and everyone is shocked!

Even old Scott didn't expect that the popular world not only really killed old Mason, but also rushed back to reinforce him so soon.

"Cut the weeds and roots!" Old Scott was overjoyed and roared, furious.

The morale is boosted!

Fengxingtianxia Longyou Great Array joined this crazy massacre.

Wang Meng also wants to force the ultimate background of the Mason family, because he also doesn't want to leave troubles to the popular world.

Wang Meng discovered that on the battlefield, it was not only the Scott family who helped the Scott family fight, but also other ancient people. Although everyone is masked, their martial arts routines are different. As long as you understand, you know who it is. Doing this is not for fear that the ancient Masons will know, but for the government to know and cause trouble. After all, an ancient race was killed.

Wang Meng secretly praised, it seems that the Scott family has been waiting for this day for a long time, and they have already prepared properly.

The Mason family is dead. Blood flows across the ground,

Wang Meng is sure that the ultimate antiques of the Scott family and other ancient tribes should be lurking around. As long as the ultimate antique of the Mason family can't help but shoot, it will inevitably be hit by thunder.

The ancient people's thinking is different from ordinary people, and they don't think about any country, the world, or the people! They only see the growth of their clan. For the growth of their clan, everything can be done!

At this time, the ancient Mason tribe had numerous casualties and was already at a disadvantage.

The fighting is fierce, all of which are pure ancient martial arts, without the assistance of heat weapons. Because of close combat, heat weapons are useless and will hurt their own people.

Although the members of the Mason family resisted with all their strength, their interior was empty, and the elites were almost all sent out. Although there were still a few powerful elders, there were too many enemies. Two fists are hard to beat four hands.

In the end, the elders were all seriously injured, but they fought hard to resist.

The Mason ancient clan has retreated steadily and has retreated to the depths of the resident.

Roar!

Suddenly, Shi Po gave a terrifying roar.

The roar shook the space.

Shit!

Many people vomited blood on the spot.

Wang Meng burst out with a mouthful of blood, feeling his soul trembling and his internal organs churning.

Little Scott also vomited blood.

The battle stopped instantly.

Old Scott turned pale, but he protected his son.

"Too much bullying!" An angry shout came from a forest deep in Mason's residence.

There is a wooden house hidden in the woods, which is very old.

The voice came from that room.

Squeak, the wooden door opened.

An old man walked out.

The old man buckled his back and was thin.

The old man has long snow-white hair, draped loosely, and is wearing an ancient ring-patterned robe.

Can't see the old man's face, no hands. His face was covered with white hair, and his hands were in his sleeves.

"Ancestor!" Wow!

The only remaining Mason Furutake, all knelt down and paid homage.

The old man hunched his back, his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the battlefield.

He seems to be struggling to walk, very slow, very staggering, and he has no momentum on his body

"Cough, cough, cough!" The old man coughed twice in the middle, seeming to be extremely sick.

However, the old man seemed to be slow, but he arrived in an instant.

The audience was silent, all looking at the old man.

Of those present, no one dared to look down upon this old man, even the old Scott and the patriarchs of the other ancient tribes who participated in the war did not dare to show up or move.

They finally forced out the ultimate antique of the Mason family.

"Get up!" The old man said to the clansmen who were kneeling on the ground.

The old Mason tribe quickly got up and walked behind the old man one after another.

"Since I'm here, let's all come out! Don't you just want to see if I am dead?" The old man still crouched and said without raising his head. The sound was not loud, but it came straight into people's minds, echoing and shaking endlessly.

Shit!

Many people vomit blood again.

Wang Meng also vomited, but he didn't vomit it out. Xiao Wanzi took the blood in his throat and gave it to the eager Sixiang beast.

Wang Meng was speechless and uncomfortable. It was in his throat, and suddenly disappeared. Is it uncomfortable? It's like you're going to vomit, it's in your throat, gushing, you swallow it back... Wang Meng feels like this.

The old man's voice fell for a long time, and there was no sound around him, and no one appeared.

The old man sighed suddenly and said: "Hey! You old guys are still so cautious, you have to show my hand and look at my hole cards before you are willing to show up?"

The old man said, huh! Suddenly, the rickety body stood up straight.

Straight!

At this time, the old man held his head high and showed his true face.

What an ugly face, skinny and full of folds, with big nostrils, deep sunken eye sockets, muddy eyes and lacking expression.

However, suddenly, the old man was full of vigor, white hair flying, and his clothes hunting. The muscles on his face began to plump and flush. The gray hair is gradually turning black. The body quickly plumped up, and Kuanda's robes no longer appeared plump.

Wang Meng and other younger generations are looking silly.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura fell on the battlefield.

Plop!

Plop!

Except for the clansmen behind the old man, no matter who was on the battlefield, they were all crushed to kneel on the ground. Old Scott and dozens of patriarchs of the ancient clans were no exception.

Wang Meng and others knelt on the ground, their complexions changed drastically, and they were terrified.

Wang Meng is shocked, is this too powerful? The ancients really have this legendary heritage?

Wang Meng felt that at this time, he had underestimated the heritage of the ancients before. Now, in front of this old man, he is like an ant. Even Wang Meng felt that if the old man wanted to kill anyone present, he probably didn't need to do anything. As long as he put the momentum on someone, he could crush that person.

It's just that the old man released his aura, and no one appeared around him.

An angry expression appeared on the old man’s face: "Isn’t it coming out? You broke the rules first. Don’t think that the old man dare not kill your juniors."

Speaking, the old man's momentum rose sharply, and he overpowered the audience.

Chichichichi, except for the clansmen behind the old man, everyone on the battlefield vomited blood.

Wang Meng and the younger generation vomited three liters of blood, and the old guys such as Scott were also spitting blood.

Wang Meng scolded the super old antiques in ambush in his heart. What about him, can he die soon after he comes out?

"Hahaha! Haven't seen you in a hundred years, you old guy is still hot-tempered!"

"Mason? Don't be safe.,!"

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, there was a sound, and six figures flew around.

These six breaths are extremely tyrannical, and as soon as they fell into the battlefield, the pressure of the old man quickly disappeared.

Plop!

In the battlefield, the younger generation lost their balance due to pressure and fell to the ground. One by one quickly got up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and quickly adjusted their breath.