Medical Sovereign

Hoerni's expression was weird, with excitement in tension, excitement in excitement, anticipation in excitement, madness in anticipation, hatred in madness, the only thing missing was fear and pity.

For many years, he tried everything he could to kill Patrick, a powerful demon.

Among the people he knew, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect to Patrick, let alone possess the ability to kill him.

But now, hope was rekindled in his already desperate heart. Even though Patrick was his father, the biological father who loved him to the bone, he still couldn't extinguish his desire to kill Patrick.

In his heart, Patrick is not his father, but an extremely distorted and pathological demon, and all his misfortunes are caused by this demon.

His biological mother, the woman he loved deeply, the friends and classmates he could talk to, the eight wives who shared the same bed, the five unborn children...the deaths of them and their family members were all thanks to this perverted demon.

This hatred was only deeply buried in his heart, but he never forgot it. He hated him as deeply as he loved him.

Countless midnight dreams, he woke up sweating profusely from the nightmare, those who died because of him in the dream were all asking him why, why he wanted to kill them.

Those questionings were like the torture of the soul, and the pain of his conscience being condemned all the time made him sleepless at night, and the pain was unbearable.

He was already tired of such a ravaged life. Patrick's so-called fatherly love only made him feel sick and scared. That was not love, but selfish and cold-blooded cruelty and showing off.

And his son is just a platform for Patrick to show his father's love and show off his great strength. Just because that has become a special hobby of his.

Hoerney, who has seen through all this, has no blood relationship with Patrick, only endless hatred, disgust and fear.

Now, seeing that Patrick finally met his opponent and was exhausted under the siege of the wolf cavalry, he had long since lost his original vigor, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

Touching the dagger in his pocket, Hoerni showed a trace of longing in his eyes. If possible, he really wanted to send him to hell with his own hands. Otherwise, he would not be able to comfort the souls of those who died tragically.

That dagger was a birthday present from Patrick on his eighteenth birthday, and it was cut like clay and extremely sharp.

And that night, Patrick forced him to use this dagger to cut off the slender, white neck of a virgin who had just made love under his crotch, and the reason was just to let him see the blood. His son, Patrick, cannot be a flower in a greenhouse. .

Huerni still remembers the eyes of that beautiful girl holding her throat before she died, full of unwillingness, despair, fear, disbelief and infinite nostalgia for the world, even though it was just a greedy vanity who voluntarily exchanged her body for money girl, but that is also a fresh life ah.

Horney closed his eyes in pain. He was not afraid of anything, the only thing he was afraid of was dreams and memories. Every nightmare or memory made him feel that he was full of sins, sins that could not be washed away by going to hell after death, which made him He hated the man named father more and more.

Patrick's toughness shocked Lang Kui. The battle formation developed by the commander has always been invincible, but today, it failed when facing the European Martial Emperor.

It can't be said that it is completely invalid. It can only be said that Patrick's strength is terrifying. He has used every part of his body to the extreme and can be turned into a murderous weapon at any time.

Don't look at him as if he is in a mess in the battle,

There is a feeling of being overwhelmed, but so far in the fierce battle, there has been no serious injury at all.

Those battle formations that were powerful enough to encircle and kill the strongest of the Holy Martial Peak could not injure him at all, they could only add some negligible injuries to him.

Lang Kui, as a strong man in the mid-term of the Demon King, is usually very confident, but at this moment he has to admit that if he faces Patrick alone, he has no chance of winning at all.

Compared with the Vulcan who can control the muscles of the whole body, Patrick is obviously not a star and a half stronger, and he is worthy of being the European Martial Emperor.

This made him more determined to kill Patrick. If such a strong man becomes an enemy, he will definitely bring great trouble to the young master.

"kill!"

Lang Kui's will was as strong as iron, and the round moon scimitar in his hand drew a huge knife arc and slashed at Patrick brazenly.

Patrick was not afraid at all. The walking stick made of unknown metal in his hand transformed into afterimages, and sent out thousands of attacks in an instant. The chest of a wolf rider.

Click!

The wolf rider had a broken sternum and fell down on the wolf's back with a scream, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

This time, the attacking rhythm of the battle formation was disrupted, and the wolf cavalry was in a commotion, but Patrick let out a long roar, jumped up, and went straight to the rear camp of the wolf cavalry like a falcon.

Lang Kui's face changed drastically, he immediately saw through his thoughts, and shouted sharply: "Protect Young Mistress."

Hulala, when Patrick was about to get close to the unconscious Lingyun, the wolf who had been on full alert for a long time jumped forward bravely, and sharp sword lights flashed suddenly, forcing Patrick, who was bound to win, to retreat.

Patrick snorted coldly, and was waiting to take Ling Yun again as a hostage again, when Lang Kui rushed over and slashed three times in a row like a mad tiger.

These three swords are not the three swords in the general sense, but the three swords that Lang Kui combined with the first three punches of the wild body training art to instantly mobilize all the strength of the whole body.

If he is cut three times, all his strength will be drained, and he will become a weak person with no power to protect himself. Without the supplement of pills, he can only rely on long-term cultivation to recover.

Although he knew it was dangerous to do so, he couldn't help but use this trump card, because he could see that if Patrick couldn't be hurt at this time, those wolf riders couldn't stop him at all.

His life was given by the commander, since the commander asked him to protect the young mistress, even if he died, he would never let anyone get close to Ling Yun.

Patrick snorted, his throat was sweet, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Lang Kui in horror.

Although he barely received the three sabers, his internal organs were still severely injured by the terrifying force. If he hadn't reached the point of perfect control over every part of his body and forcibly suppressed the injury, he might have been lying on the ground at this moment. fell to the ground.

Lang Kui tried to stay calm, staring at Patrick with awe-inspiring eyes, making a gesture of attacking at any time.

Patrick was frightened, he snorted coldly as if nothing happened, turned his head and left.

The wolf rider wanted to step forward to attack, but Lang Kui stopped him with his hand and let him leave.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and the wounded beast is the most terrifying. When he is unable to make a move and cannot guarantee the absolute safety of the young mistress, he would rather let the tiger go back to the mountain than take the risk of Ling Yun being killed to stop him.

Patrick endured the injury, looked coldly at the dead bodies of the four apprentices, and walked slowly to Horni's side.

Those western fighters had no intention of fighting, seeing that Patrick had given up, they also withdrew from the battle group one after another. After a while, the western

The warriors dropped hundreds of corpses, which made them feel horrified and desolate.

They knew very well that this time, the invincible European Martial Emperor had completely lost his face, and he had no choice but to stop fighting against those wolf riders.

The wolf riders were not without injuries. In the melee, three were sacrificed, seventeen were seriously injured, and there were countless minor injuries.

It's just that the wolf riders have long been used to wars, and this kind of loss can be said to be minimal, and no one showed any sadness.

Only the three bloodthirsty wolves who had lost their masters were lying in front of their master's corpse, whimpering softly and dripping tears, which made people feel bitter.

The eighth junior sister bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of guilt and self-blame, if she hadn't begged Brother Lang Kui to save the third senior sister, the three wolf riders would not have sacrificed. Isn't it fate?

Lang Kui's mind relaxed, and he could no longer hide his weakness. His body shook twice suddenly and nearly fell off the wolf's back, his face was pale and bloodless.

"Brother Langkui, are you okay!"

The Eighth Junior Sister jumped off the back of the wolf desperately, supported the crumbling Lang Kui anxiously, and cried out in tears. Her guilt and self-blame made her burst into tears and wet her veil.

Lang Kui's weak eyelids were fighting, feeling the warm and soft embrace of the Eighth Junior Sister, an unprecedented strange feeling quietly grew, especially seeing her tears, his heart couldn't help but feel warm, and finally someone cared about him Yes.

Seeing that the eighth junior sister rushed forward to support Lang Kui, all the wolf riders stopped and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm... fine, just... I'm a little tired. Send the order for me, be careful of the Martial Emperor, let Lang Yu temporarily take over the position of commander, and hurry up to find the trace of the young master. Young mistress...Young mistress won't last long."

Although Lang Kui's heart was throbbing, he had always been composed and knew what was going on. He raised his head with difficulty, put his mouth next to Junior Sister Ba's ear and said softly.

"Well, I see."

The eighth junior sister has never had physical contact with the opposite sex, and she has never been so close to the opposite sex. Lang Kui's hot breath sprayed on her crystal-like jade-like earlobes, making her whole body hot, her pink cheeks hot, and even the roots of her ears turned red It's clear, an unprecedented and strange feeling makes her heart beat like thunder, who is extremely ignorant of feelings. Is this love?

But she has always been a girl who cares about the overall situation, and immediately put all the charming thoughts behind her, and ignored the ambiguous eyes of everyone looking at her, she turned over and jumped on the wolf's back, letting the drowsy Lang Kui lean in her arms, With a blushing face, he said loudly: "The whole army is on alert. Brother Lang Kui is not feeling well. Lang Yu will temporarily take over the post of commander. Take the time to find the young master."

"Here!"

Lang Yu turned over and got off the wolf, knelt down on one knee and solemnly clasped his fists in worship.

Turning around and getting on the back of the wolf, he looked at Patrick with a serious face, raised the scimitar in his hand and said, "Do you still want to fight?"

"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you? The only one that can pose a threat to me is no longer good. You guys can't help me."

Patrick is also stubborn. Although he really doesn't want to continue, he absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum.

Lang Yu has a fair face and no beard, star eyebrows and bright eyes, and looks quite handsome, but his style is completely different from that of Lang Kui, less calm and more aggressive and impulsive.

Although he knew it was not a good time to fight, the sacrifice of the three wolf riders still made him furious. Seeing that Patrick still dared to be arrogant, he immediately smiled coldly: "Very well, I am really afraid that you will become a turtle. If that's the case, then take your life."