Nine Hundred and Ninety-Three, We Have a Traitor

On the branches of the moon, the sparse forest was calm and automatic, before the arms were dispatched, Hu Zheng was overjoyed, it seemed that An Ran had received the news that her plants had arrived. {щww{suimеng][lā}

It was at this time that the people in the tent seemed to know that the real crisis was coming, and the whole tent began to emit a red flame from the inside out, and the door curtains and curtains were all fluttering due to the high temperature.

Hu Zheng was shocked, and before he could order everyone to step back, a wave of heat hit his face. He could only see a sea of ​​flames in front of him. In the sea of ​​flames, several golden swords flew out, and the high temperature on the golden swords Reflecting the change of scenery, immediately, a large number of people brought by Hu Zheng died because of the fire and the golden sword.

Chacha Huzheng escaped the attack, and with him, there were some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, all of them were wounded. Just when they stood up from the ground, they saw that they had been reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​flames and walked out. two men.

One of them has short red hair, is playing with a ball of flames in his hands, and has a non-mainstream bloodthirsty expression on his face. The metal coffin, the two came on the wave of fire, feeling unstoppable.

"The fat man is right there!"

With a hunch coming from nowhere, Hu Zheng pointed to the coffin carried on the shoulder of the gloved man, and shouted:

"Stop him, don't let him go!"

As soon as the words fell, the trees around Hu Zheng's body began to float, and the creaking sound of the trees growing was especially clear in the night. A tree vine was thrown over, and the red-haired man threw a fireball on it, and the tree vine was burned. When it caught fire, several vines were thrown up, and all of them were defeated by the fire.

There was a triumphant smile on the red-haired man's face, and he shouted at the gate of Baihua City in the circle of spreading flames:

"Are there any more powerful ones? Is this what you can do???"

"You are more capable than you haven't seen yet!!!"

Hu Zheng rushed up, yelling, and was knocked to the ground by a blood drop that was coming straight at him. Just as the blood drop covered his head, there was a sound through the air, like a tight string pulling in the air. There was an empty sound, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up in midair, blowing away all the fire from the red-haired man.

It is said that the fire is borrowed by the wind, but the wind did not blow the fire to other places where there are trees, but it just blew it high into the sky, and nothing happened like this.

The red-haired man was shocked, and shouted at a figure in the darkness:

"Liu Xiaojue, what do you mean?"

No one answered him, An Ran's vines rolled up again, with Hu Zheng's angry and brave figure mixed in between, the red-haired man immediately activated a bigger fire circle to protect himself.

However, another gust of wind came, blowing the red-haired man's circle of fire into the sky, while the gold-gloved man's gold wall was repaired, and Hu Zheng punched a hole in it with a fist, and it was destroyed in two or three blows. clean up.

"We have a traitor, let's go!"

The red-haired man dropped these words, and started to break out of the siege, and disappeared after a while. The gold-gloved man didn't like to fight, he just dropped the metal coffin in his hand, and ran after the red-haired man's ass up.

Hu Zheng clutched the shoulder blade that was shot through by the gloved man's golden sword, rushed to the side of the metal coffin, kicked off the lid of the coffin, and saw the fat man lying inside.