The Ten-Winged Angel is already at the end of his strength and can easily be killed. It would be a pity if she just lets her run away like this.

A group of people chased each other reluctantly, and Su Luo's speed soared, chasing closely behind the Ten-Winged Angel.

The Ten-Winged Angel originally retained the last point of strength. Although there was a fatal injury on his shoulder, his speed was still very fast, almost keeping a constant speed with Su Luo.

A cold light flashed in Su Luo's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder: "I want to escape? Let's see where you can escape!"

There were sparse blood beads on the ground, which gave Su Luo a good reminder of the direction of the Ten-Winged Angel.

Moreover, Su Luo believed that with the remaining physical strength of the Ten-Winged Angel, she could not run much.

"If you want to run, you need to have strength. Now her strength can only last for one stick of incense." Su Luo murmured to himself, feeling a little relaxed.

However, what Su Luo never expected was that things had twists and turns.

In front, the Ten-Winged Angel was indeed lying in a pool of blood, and her heart was slightly ups and downs, obviously not dead yet.

But there was a group of people around her.

There are about seven or eight people in this group, not old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest man seems to be in his twenties.

Su Luo took a quick look and found that these young men and women were handsome, arrogant, and had good strength.

At this time, the leading man was pulling out the Chengying Sword from the Ten-Winged Angel's hand. He looked at the sword for a while and a smug smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "It's a good sword, it's not bad, I've taken it away."

Everyone else looked at him enviously, but no one raised any objections. It was obvious that he had a high status among the crowd.

"I picked up a good sword and picked up a ten-winged angel. Hahaha, we are really lucky today." Quan Ziqing's slightly cold hook nose swayed slightly, and the pride in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

"Senior brother, do you say you are a ten-winged angel? Isn't it possible? You only have six wings."

"Stupid, haven't you seen the broken marks of the wound? These four broken holes are obviously the other four wings." Quan Ziqing touched his chin and thoughtfully, "I don't know who has this ability, which is rare!"

"Senior brother, the Ten-Winged Angel, does it mean ten points?"

"Stupid!" Quan Zi smiled coldly, "You can see clearly the feathers on her forehead."

"Oh my God! This goose yellow feather, is it the mutated ten-winged angel? I'll do it!"

When I heard that it was a mutated Ten-Winged Angel, the entire team became even more excited.

You should know that the previous points of the mutated ten-winged angels are accumulated. The total points will not be given until the last ten-winged angel is killed.

"That is to say, this ten-winged angel has thirty original points!!!"

"Senior brother is holding a silver medal, and the silver medal points are doubled!"

"That's right, this ten-winged angel is worth sixty points! I'll do it!"

Suddenly, the entire team was talking, all of them were happy, excited, and they were almost unable to control themselves.

Quan Ziqing was not overwhelmed by excitement. He touched his chin and his voice faintly: "It's not an ordinary person who can cripple the Ten-Winged Angel to such an extent..."
Chapter completed!