"Hiss!"


    The blood was flying, and Mo yuan''s arms were torn off by the crazy Golden Horn demon bear.


    Pain, endless pain flows on Mo yuan, his face is slightly distorted, and his eyes are full of incredible color.


    However, this pain is just an appetizer. After that, the bear claws with fishy wind beat down fiercely. Moyuan''s head is like a watermelon. The violent brute force suddenly burst it, and the white brain and red blood mixed together and spread all over the ground.


    "Elder martial brother Moyuan is dead..."


    Not far away, the eight disciples of the demon yuan sect, who were too frightened to move, were already scared to death.


    "Get out!"


    Immediately, I don''t know who first reacted. After a panic scream, they fled to the distance.


    The golden horned demon bear with a long gun in his chest was bleeding continuously in his ferocious wound, and his breath was also listless.


    "Ow!"


    After the eight disciples of the demon yuan sect left, a sad animal roar came. The Golden Horn demon bear finally fell in response, and its blood stained the land around him, which was obviously fatally injured.


    Looking back on the fierce battle just now, long Bufan was shocked. After a long time, he took a deep breath. This is the dual strength of Shenhai. With such momentum, even if it is separated by a heavy distance, the energy of Shenhai is not known how many times stronger.


    "Hey, hey, is the play over..."


    On the branch not far away, long Bufan stretched out and glanced at the messy scene. Only then did he laugh and his body also flew to the ground.


    Next, it''s time for him to play as a director.


    "Roar!"


    However, when the dragon was trying to get close, a violent and startling roar sounded in the mouth of the golden horned magic bear again, and the scarlet blood pupil looked at the tiny human with hostility.


    Even though he knew it was just a bluff of the Golden Horn demon bear, he didn''t dare to hold it up. After changing into the form of Jackie Chan''s blood demon soldier, he slowly approached, stepped into the air and stood up, looking at the dying Golden Horn demon bear lying in a pool of blood below.


    Looking at such a miserable Golden Horn demon bear, long Bufan couldn''t help feeling a trace of compassion in his heart. Speaking of it, he could say that he stole the ten thousand animal fruits he had cultivated hard, and then set up a plan, which led to such a mess.


    "I know you understand me. Now, I have two choices for you to choose."


    Long Bufan, with his hands on his back and hanging in the air, looked down on the still hostile Golden Horn demon bear. He pretended to be an expert on the surface and said faintly: "the first choice is to die with reluctance. Second, after signing a slave contract with me and becoming my partner, I can save you."


    The conditions for signing the slave contract are relatively harsh. Without absolute strength, Warcraft must be willing to sign it successfully. Many powerful Warcraft have their own arrogant dignity and would rather die than sign a slave contract.


    Monsters are not like Warcraft. Their IQ is the same as that of human beings, and their dignity is incomparably tenacious. In particular, the arrogant Shenhai level monsters like the Golden Horn magic bear have some whimsical ideas if they want to be accepted as slaves, especially the strength of this human being is not as high as it.


    When hearing the words spoken by long Bufan, the angry eyes have fully expressed the inner feelings of the Golden Horn magic bear.


    Therefore, even if the Golden Horn magic bear condenses the little energy left in his body, he opens his mouth and roars out a black light column, ferociously shooting at the dragon in the sky.