Doomsday Pavilion

Zhao Zheng grinds out a few words between his teeth, "What Yehu, no! The surname is Feng, or you and I will kill the blood corpse here today, or you **** will bury this beast with me. !"

After speaking, the gun shot out like a silver dragon, the dazzling light tore the air, and straightly picked it up behind the blood corpse.

Feng Xing was dumbfounded, "What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Go to Ye Hu quickly!"

Zhao Zheng shot the large piece of flesh on the back of Fei Blood Corpse Knife Scar's back, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I have already said, either, kill the blood corpse with me, or die!"

The blood corpse was furious and slapped it with its claws. The huge slap was bigger than Zhao Zheng's whole person. The sharp nails were dead gray, and they were twenty centimeters long.

Zhao Zheng didn't hide in the slightest, and blocked his spear.

"Bump! Click!"

Zhao Zheng was shot dozens of meters away, smashing two walls one after another, and the big gun in his hand also flew out.

"puff."

With a collapsed chest and blood on the corners of his mouth, he still laughed happily, "I, Zhao's family, Zhao Zheng! The garrison obeys! I die, immediately shoot the Birdwing Ballista and kill the blood corpse."

Just as the adjutant was about to yell, he was shot at the same time by two soldiers from the garrison.

"Zhao! Zhao! Zhao!"

Zhao Zheng's garrison shouted in unison, cheering for the master.

"Birdwing Ballista, wind up!"

The three sturdy black-faced men climbed the ballista, staring coldly at the direction of the blood corpse, ready to die.

Load the moonblade, rotate the ten-meter winch, around the birdwing ballista, and instantly clear the field.

Feng Xing was shocked, "Zhao Zheng, are you **** crazy? When the Birdwing Ballista moves, neither of you nor I can escape!"

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "How happy is life, and why is death? My Zhao family, there is never a person who fears the head and tail, you, Master Fengxingfeng, are not worthy of being a Mingguang person!"

"The Zhao family is **** crazy!"

Feng Xing gritted his teeth and rushed towards the blood corpse, and the two maces danced into a ball of silver light, covering his entire body, and several huge wounds burst into the blood corpse in an instant.

He really didn’t dare to let Zhao Zheng die, let alone death, it was Zhao Zheng’s current injury. If the old Zhao family was unhappy, he might have torn him off the wine-literally, shredded. Now, it’s time to drink and eat.

"boom."

The blood corpse punched the ground paved with bluestone, and instantly blasted a one-meter-diameter pit.

The wind of dodge a blow was so scared that he turned and floated past a two-story building, hoping to resist the blood corpse for a moment.

Two **** mouths burst out from the corner of Zhao Zheng's eyes, "I'm annoying your mother's old dog!!"

The door of the two-story building is engraved with the Shuguang Project logo. In the window of the small building, you can also see a few children with probes holding their small fists to cheer the two of them. This is the Shuguang Orphanage established by the Commission.

The orphanage and the children in it were so nakedly blocked by the blood corpses and the wind, exposed to the blood corpses' vision.

The thick stone wall can be said to be no stronger than the paper wall in front of the blood corpse.

The muscles on the blood corpse's face squirmed, pulling out a weird expression, and the huge arms and arms that were almost disproportionate to the body raised a layer of muscle hills, howling and rushing towards the small building.

Feng Xing remained unmoved behind the small building. For him, every second of rest time was of utmost importance. He needed to wait for the thunderous blow of the blood corpse without any distractions.

Zhao Zheng suddenly beat his chest, and the bones in his chest were already shattered and collapsed. Every time he hit his chest, he sprayed a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang!"

A thunderous heartbeat sounded from Zhao Zheng's chest, and a blood-like air current was aroused from his chest and surrounded his whole body, like a swimming dragon.

There was an abnormal flush of red on his face, he roared loudly, and smashed the bluestone on the ground with one foot, rushing towards the blood corpse like a meteor.

"boom!"

The huge body of the blood corpse was directly hit and flew, and the forces of both sides squeezed each other, and the blood corpse and Zhao Zheng rolled and smashed a corner of the small building, crashing to the ground.

The blood corpse roared and leaped quickly, shaking his head, his eyes madly rolled past the real killing intent, and walked step by step towards Zhao Zheng, who was lying on his back to the sky.

Zhao Zheng fell to the ground, unable to move even a finger, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he uttered two words with great effort, "Waste...thing!"

"Silly beep."

Fengxing cursed in a low voice, but had to save him, and rushed towards Zhao Zheng with his double mace - he still didn't care about the small building caught in the middle of the three parties at all.

How fast is the speed of the wind, bringing the whistling wind.

Pointing towards him, Feng Xing was shocked to see a part of the silver light leaving his body from his waist, forming a sharp arc-shaped blade of light, which erraticly chopped off to the blood corpse.

What is this?

Then he found that his line of sight was getting lower and lower, trying to raise his head, but he could only roll down in the dust on the ground like garbage.

Feng Xing twitched and looked back. Ten meters behind, there were two very familiar half-waisted bodies with both legs.

Wearing a white shirt, standing high on the roof behind him, holding a long sword in his hand... His eyes are still wide open, the eyeballs are covered with dust, and the corners of his mouth are trembling.

"Wei...Wei...why..."

The white shirt held the sword, the wind was blowing, and the robe was fluttering like snow.

"call."

The wind stopped, and the long gown that was rising from the strong wind slowly fell back a few centimeters-once dreamed of walking the world with a sword, but canceled the original plan because of being too fat.

Wei Tianxing sighed and squeezed the fat on his neck and belly.

Just about to say something, the red tiled roof collapsed.

A minute later, Wei Tianxing staggered out of the room, coughed twice, and patted the dust on his body casually.

"Zegou's chili, how strong is it!"

"Then increase, are you four?"

Zhao Zheng tried twice, but didn't get up, "Chief Wei, popular with him..."

Wei Tianxing took the sword into its sheath,

"Suppose you run rampant? Oh, save a house of filial piety dolls, very good, forehead turned black and asked him to wait for the martyrs!"

After the two left, there was a thousand rays of light exploded in the blood corpse on the spot, and the snow under the scorching sun melted silently, leaving no trace.

(Thanks to the orange wheat field for 500 starting coins, quick change of 6666 100 starting coins, and garbled brother 100 starting coins for rewards.

PS: After a whole circle of waves, I have time to take out the phone and take a look. Well, I'm sorry again, there is only one watch today.

I feel a little better, and I will spend the evening with a group of people and wine bottles. Well, thinking about melon seeds, it hurts.

Well, as expected, I dropped 80 collections today. It’s okay. The numbers are not too far from what we expected. Well, I guess I haven’t seen any news about the release. I’ll have to drop it for a few days. I don’t know. How much can be left.

International practice, be prepared, hey...)