After An Sheng and An Tianzuo entered the Asura path, they had exactly the same experience as Zhou Wen. Under such circumstances, they could not wait for Zhou Wen to come in and act together, so they could only rush in all the way.

An Sheng was a little doubtful about whether Ouyang Lan and the others had entered the Asura path. It was so dangerous here that even if Ouyang Lan and the others had really come in, they might quit.

After all, such a battlefield is too dangerous. There are Shura everywhere, and there is no chance to rest.

But An Tianzuo seemed to have determined that Ouyang Lan must have come here and rushed to the depths of Asura Dao.

After An Tianzuo put on his armor, he became a fear-level existence. He held a Gatlin-like hot weapon in his hand and shot wildly at the evil ghost-like Shura. Wherever he passed, the Shura fell down and his body was smashed.

But not long after, the Shura stood up again, their bodies returned to their original state, and rushed forward again.

There are many mythological existences among Shura, but when faced with An Tianzuo's firepower, he was beaten to death if he couldn't rush up. Occasionally, one or two fish that escaped the net were also killed by An Sheng.

The two rushed over and rushed over for a distance. A strange altar appeared in front of them.

The altar is composed of black stone pillars, with a total of twelve stone pillars, and a flag stands above the center of the stone pillar.

The flag was flying in the wind, and there was an anchor pattern on it.

An Tianzuo and An Sheng did not look at the flag, and their eyes were all focused on the stone pillars.

I saw a few people tied to different stone pillars, one of which was tied to Ouyang Lan, and the few people on the other stone pillars were all the Sunset Army generals from Huangquan City following Ouyang Lan.

They were hung on the stone pillars by chains, each of them was dying, and most of them were already unconscious.

Seeing Ouyang Lan and others having signs of being whipped, their clothes were broken, and blood oozed out of the cracks in the clothes, An Tianzuo's eyes instantly became cold.

Gatlin's fire tongue spurted, and the firepower seemed to become even more violent, and he forced the groups of Shura in front to form a sieve. He was as powerful as a mythical existence, and was also as fragile as paper in the bullet storm.

An Tianzuo flew up and wanted to rush to the altar to save Ouyang Lan and the others.

Suddenly, a cold light suddenly appeared and shot towards An Tianzuo's chest like a phantom. The cold light was too fast and reached his heart in the blink of an eye. An Tianzuo did not have time to adjust Gatlin's muzzle.

when!

The big sword in An Tianzuo's other hand fell like a ghost and hit the cold light heavily.

Sparks were splashing everywhere, and the cold light was an arrow. The tip of the arrow collided with the hilt of the sword. In the midst of the sparks, An Tianzuo's body took a step back uncontrollably, and the arrow also deviated from the track and shot to the ground beside him.

Boom!

A big pit was shot on the ground, but the arrow disappeared.

An Tianzuo frowned and looked towards the altar, and saw a man wearing purple armor and a mask of evil ghosts standing on a stone pillar of the altar.

He held a hunting bow in his left hand, and the palm of the other hand was opened. The disappearing cold arrow appeared in his palm and was gently pinched by his fingers.

"Are you finally here? I've been waiting for you for a long time." The man looked at An Tianzuo and said lightly.

"Who are you?" An Tianzuo asked slowly at the man.

The man had the breath of a guardian, but he could not feel the breath of a human, nor did he know if there was a human in his armor.

"Saint... Xiao..." the man said calmly.

"Are you waiting for me?" An Tianzuo did not rush to the altar immediately, but just asked coldly.

"Yes." Xiao nodded slightly.

"You forced them here to lure me here?" An Tianzuo continued to ask.

Xiao nodded and shook his head again: "Half and half, if you want to die, they will die too."

"Why?" An Tianzuo continued to ask without being angry.

Xiao did not answer, but suddenly laughed: "People say that having children should be like An Tianzuo. When I see them today, it's just that. Your mother is hanging here by me, and I still don't know how to live or die, but you are still in the mood to chat with me here."

An Tianzuo's expression did not change at all. He looked at Xiao and said, "Since you don't want to say it, let me guess."

"Oh, then you're guessing." Xiao Rao looked at An Tianzuo with interest.

"You want to kill us because we investigated the expedition team." An Tianzuo's tone was not a question, but a positive narrative.

"Is this all your guess?" Xiao did not deny it. It was not difficult to guess this conclusion.

"You are from the Holy Land." An Tianzuo continued.

"No," Xiao nodded and admitted, looking at An Tianzuo with a smile and said, "From the word "saint" I just reported, I can be sure that I am from the holy land, and this is not a difficult thing to guess."

"You come from the Track Temple." An Tianzuo said again unmoved.

Xiao was a little surprised this time, looked at An Tianzuo and asked, "How do you know that I am from the Track Temple?"

"This is not a difficult thing to guess, you can guess it yourself." An Tianzuo said lightly.

Xiao laughed: "You are indeed an interesting person, and I am a little reluctant to kill you. Unfortunately, you must die here today, and there will be no more An Tianzuo in the world."

After saying that, Xiao raised the hunting bow in his hand and put the arrow on it, but he was aiming at An Tianzuo, but Ouyang Lan on the stone pillar.

"You'd better not move. You should know that with my arrow speed, you can definitely kill her before you come. If you want her to survive temporarily, you can cut off your arms. Then I can give you a chance to fight me." Xiao said.

"You have been defeated, you have no confidence to defeat me." An Tianzuo said to Xiao.

Xiao said lightly: "I just don't like it too much trouble."

"Is that true?" An Tianzuo's hand holding the sword suddenly moved, slashing directly towards his right arm, and slashed his arm holding Gatlin down at the same root.

Dang!

Gatlin fell to the ground with his arms, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Supervisor!" An Sheng was shocked and angry.

"Do you want my left arm or not? You can give it to you." An Tianzuo stopped An Sheng from coming and said indifferently.

Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly moved the arrow pointing in his hand away from Ouyang Lan, and slowly pointed it at An Tianzuo, and said coldly: "An Tianzuo, Governor An, Luoyang's God of War, you have the qualifications to be arrogant, but you chose the wrong time and place, and even the wrong person."
Chapter completed!