The fist filled with Yin Qi suddenly pressed in front of the monster.
If the huge fist bones were actually reflected, no matter how powerful this monster with eight heads and four arms was, it would be reduced to a puddle of flesh and blood.
At the critical moment, the eyes of one of the monster's heads glowed with a white and penetrating light.
Immediately, he saw countless pale palms protruding from the void, with wide-open fingers digging into the ghost's hard muscles. The cold Yin Qi circulated, and white smoke rose up on the body like a soldering iron.
In the blink of an eye, the monster's offensive came to a halt.
The distance between us was like the end of the world at this moment. The eight-headed and four-armed monster was grinning ferociously. Its right arm was suddenly surrounded by black wind, and its fist hit the monster's forehead with unparalleled strength.
boom!
The ghost's face was sunken, and its strong body fell backwards.
The monster with eight heads and four arms pursued the victory, turned its fist into a palm, and pinched the muscular ghost's head. The pale palm it summoned desperately locked the ghost's four bodies, making it unable to effectively resist.
"Roar!"
The monster raised its foot and stamped the ghost's head into mud.
Seeing this situation, the strong man not far away couldn't help but show a bit of pride with a cold expression on his lips. He reached out and pulled out a waist knife from under the driver's seat. It was about three feet long and had a narrow blade.
The whole body was wrapped in dirty white cloth and looked very inconspicuous.
The strong man stared at him with wolfish eyes, while taking off the cloth strip, revealing the rusty blade, with dark red blood stains on it, which seemed to be twisting and moving.
Boom,
Boom,
The strong man lowered his eyes, and a 'rubber ball' rolled over.
It's just that the face of this 'Piqiu' is very familiar, but he is not his right-hand man, Lao Cao.
Sure enough, something unexpected happened!
"Come play ball with me."
Without any warning, a child wearing a peaked cap and cute children's clothing stood opposite the strong man, staring at the strong man with dark eyes, smiling brightly, and raised his hand to wave. "Come!"
Tick tock…
The waist knife in the strong man's hand suddenly burst into thick blood. He grinned in pain, and a bright red line of blood split open on his neck. In an instant, his thick neck was dyed bright red.
A powerful curse came out of nowhere and almost killed the strong man.
"You bastard, you still want to play!"
The strong man's eyes revealed ferociousness, and his blood-covered teeth opened and closed as if he wanted to swallow the child in one gulp. The fear of approaching death made his heart beat fast, but it also made his ferocity more intense.
He quickly raised the waist knife with blood gleaming in his hand and slashed it down at the child from a distance.
"Let me see how many lives you have left to play with!"
The scarlet sword flashed past.
The child's bright smile froze on his face, and his white and tender soul was devoured visibly to the naked eye.
Phew~
The peaked cap fell to the ground with the wind.
Seeing this, the strong man's face became more ferocious and he cursed: "Play... play again and show me."
Unexpectedly, the waist knife that the strong man casually pulled out from under the car seat would have such a powerful curse effect. He could kill the child with one knife, which seemed quite effortless.
As he said that, the strong man probably hadn't vented enough anger in his heart. He lowered his eyes and saw Lao Cao's bloody head looking at him. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked him, sending him flying far away.
.
Until then, the strong man was planning to take out the remaining ghosts with a knife, but he suddenly saw something while looking around, and his eyes full of madness suddenly gained an imperceptible solemnity.
He turned to stare at the wall of fire blocking the way forward.
Standing in the violent burning flames was a tall and thin young man with cold eyebrows. Seeing that the strong man finally found himself, he walked slowly out of the fire.
"It looks like this is the trap you set."
When the strong man saw the real master, the murderous intention in his chest immediately reached its peak. As soon as the word 'look' came out of his mouth, the knife he clenched tightly in his hand was aimed at the slender man's eyebrows.
The scarlet sword light reappears!
Almost in no particular order, the monster with eight heads and four arms jumped up like a cannonball, and the black whirlwind instantly enveloped its body, hitting the young man from top to bottom.
A pair of pale palms bloomed in the void, trying to imprison the man.
In less than a blink of an eye, the killing move is ready!
Seeing that those horrifyingly white fingers were about to dig into Qiu Baifei's body, his pursed lips suddenly curled up, his sarcasm clearly revealed.
In the lightning and flint, the figure under Qiu Baifei's feet suddenly stood up with a huge body. He swung his muscular arms and his huge fists were like a huge wall, suppressing the Yin Qi and smashing each palm to pieces.
It was the muscular ghost that died just now.
Qiu Baifei put his hands in his pockets, his expression unchanged.
On the other hand, the strong man's expression was extremely grim. His waist knife actually had no effect on Qiu Baifei. Immediately, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked up. There were veins on the fingers holding the handle of the knife, which showed the exertion of force.
The monster with eight heads and four arms was still in the air and did not come down.
It's not that it's preparing to make a big move, it's that it simply can't come down.
A long thread, no thicker than a finger, strangled the monster's eight heads like reins. Not only did the black wind surrounding it not play a defensive role, but it gradually became thinner and disappeared.
The other end of the long line is in the hands of a man wearing a bamboo hat, with a leisurely look.
At first glance, the monster with eight heads and four arms looks like a kite. It is firmly controlled by the wheel in the man's hand, unable to move, and has lost its mental connection with the strong man.
Crunch~
The strong man rubbed his teeth angrily, not knowing whether it was anger or fear, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
"It's my turn now."
Qiu Baifei smiled brightly.
It makes a strong man feel cold in his heart.
In front of Bai Wuchang, his methods were really like playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong's gate, not overestimating his own capabilities.
Qiu Baifei's posture did not change, he stared at the strong man and said:
"Kneel down!"
In an instant, a strong sense of death came suddenly, and the gushing blood from the knife in the strong man's hand disappeared in an instant. Immediately, the flesh on the strong man's face shrank rapidly, aged, and his body became rickety, and he knelt straight on the ground.
Simple!
Effortless.
The strong man had a look of horror on his face, and he spat out meaningless syllables in his throat.
He stared at the hands supporting the body, so yellow and old, with the skin sticking tightly to the bones. This fear instantly overwhelmed all the madness and ferocity, causing the strong man to shed tears of pain.
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To put it bluntly, my confidence collapsed.
"let's start."
Qiu Baifei said coldly.
But a strange face suddenly appeared in the flames, and his lips blew lightly.
The blazing wall of fire suddenly became extremely cold and fell forward, instantly submerging the strong man and others. Immediately, the sea of fire rolled and changed, and unexpectedly turned into a platform.
…
In the confusion, the strong man suddenly heard a vigorous voice.
"Let's hit the road!"
Boom, boom...
Something rolled to the ground.
This sound instantly triggered a stress reaction in the strong man, and his chaotic mind suddenly woke up. However, he was too weak at this time, and it took a lot of effort to raise his eyelids.
In his blurred vision, an evil ghost's head turned into bloody ashes in front of him.
Lift your head upward.
A flickering candle sits on a wooden table.
There are many ghosts standing on both sides, children wearing peaked caps, women with no facial features, powerful muscular ghosts, men wearing bamboo hats...
Demons and monsters, shadows and shadows.
Qiu Baifei sat on the chair, playing with the waist knife in his hand, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "So this is Tu Wei Wujiu San's unique telepathy device. It is indeed a bit weird and unique."
He glanced at the monster who was also kneeling on the stage and said coldly:
"cut!"
Hearing this, the old man in red clothes with short hair raised his sword, held the handle of the sword with both hands, and chopped it off with all his strength.
Eight heads rolled to the ground.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The strong man still had enough energy to let out a heart-rending wail.
The eight-headed and four-armed monster evolved from his extraordinary abilities combined with a special telepathy device. It could be said to be connected to his own life. His head was cut off at once, almost taking away his life.
After a few howls.
The strong man collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolled white, and drool flowed from his slightly opened lips.
Qiu Baifei stretched out his hand to fiddle with the candle, and a faint wisp of spirituality swayed inside. Without raising his eyes, he said, "What is your name, and which organization do you come from?"
"My name is Xingda."
The strong man answered Qiu Baifei's question mechanically. "From the Day of Destruction."
"Doomsday?" Qiu Baifei repeated the sentence with interest, and then asked: "Why do you call it Doomsday, and what kind of organization is it?"
"Because we are enjoying the last joy before the destruction of the world."
The strong man Xingda said eloquently: "Everyone can see that the world is about to die. At this time, why should we be bound by those rules anymore? Naturally, we want to live freely and happily.
"There are many people joining the Day of Destruction, not just people, but also a large number of evil spirits. They do not want to be under the jurisdiction of the Holy Night and want to pursue crazy suicidal killings again and again.
"Bet your life, either you die or I die. This is the day of destruction."
Qiu Baifei twitched his lips when he heard this.
"Haha, it's no wonder that when death is imminent, few of these people kneel down and beg for mercy. Each one is more crazy than the other. It's not normal to be together." He thought to himself.
"Now, Doomsday has become different from the beginning."
Xing Da actually added at this time: "Although there are many lunatics who ignore their own lives, there are also many guys who escaped from Dawn and Holy Night. If we really want them to die, they may not be willing to obey orders.
"So it's not enough to be crazy, you also need to have big fists!"
The coldness in Qiu Baifei's eyes grew stronger, and he fiddled with the dim candlelight again with his fingers, and finally focused on Xing Da, and asked in a deep voice: "Is there any special reason for you to attack this stronghold?"
"There is a reason."
Xingda was like a candle in the wind, burning his last bit of strength.
"In the past year, the world's ecological environment has become increasingly bad, causing the two largest forces of humans and ghosts, Dawn and Holy Night, to shrink their territory."
After hearing these words, Qiu Baifei suddenly thought of the dozens of large vehicles of various types at the entrance of the stronghold, and said thoughtfully: "It turns out they are preparing to evacuate here."
"Yes."
Xingda opened and closed his mouth: "There are fewer and fewer places to live safely. There is no solution to this situation. We can only continue to shrink the population.
"The war between the two sides is intense now, and the relocation and evacuation work is tedious and huge. There is always an opportunity to take advantage of it. The information about this attack on the stronghold was provided by Xu Tiansheng of the Wushi Cult.
"He handed me a detailed timetable and a defensive map of the stronghold.
"It is accurate to the time when the Dawn Army will come to pick up people, including the accompanying weapons configuration and which army it is. It also has detailed information about the stronghold, and knows how to disarm the defensive formation and how to avoid the light and dark sentries.
"During the actual operation, there were no accidents. Killing these people took no effort at all."
Qiu Baifei narrowed his eyes slightly: "What is the Beginningless God Sect? Who is the Xu Tiansheng in your mouth?"
Xing Dayan told Qiu Baifei the origin of the Wushi Cult in a concise and concise manner, and then said:
"Xu Tiansheng is an elder of the Wushi Cult, with a very high status. To a certain extent, he is the target of the Cult. He does all the dirty work single-handedly, so he attracts Shuguang's very big fans.
Hatred!”
"Why would he take the initiative to hand over information to you?"
Qiu Baifei continued to ask.
"I don't know, but Xu Tiansheng is not only the one who has deals with me, but there is also a ghost named Wu Yue. He also led a group of people to take advantage of the situation and has achieved quite a lot of success recently."
Xing Da answered honestly: "I have speculated on the reason, but I haven't figured it out. But as long as the information Xu Tiansheng gave is true, we naturally have to have a good time, and we can also replenish supplies by the way."
There are brains, but definitely not much.
Qiu Baifei realized that he had overestimated this group of people.
Xing Da and other members of Doomsday are essentially pursuing the thrill of life and death. The only reason they use their brains is that they don't want to become cannon fodder in vain.
What they want is to enjoy killing, not to be slaughtered!
"I just don't know if the senior figures in Doomsday are so stupid."
Qiu Baifei thought, "If so, it's no different from cannon fodder."
I thought that Xu Tiansheng was just planning a little trick, and his actions were in line with Doomsday's purpose. The two hit it off immediately, causing Shuguang to focus all his attention on Doomsday!
"What other information did he provide?" Qiu Baifei asked.
"There are two optional pieces of information."
Xingda said: "One is about another stronghold in Shuguang that is preparing to be evacuated, and the other is information about Shengye. After I left, I planned to take people directly to intercept the supplies that Shengye was transporting to the front line."
He explained the reason: "I heard that the battle on the Holy Night frontline was defeated, and a ghost king actually died. He also lost territory and suffered heavy losses.
"Right now, their focus is on the front, and this is the best time to take advantage of the chaos and plunder!"
Hearing this, Qiu Baifei slowly frowned.
According to the information Xingda dictated, Xu Tiansheng of the Beginningless God Sect seems to be very simple.
According to his current intelligence, Shuguang and Shengye are now at an inextricable fight, and Xu Tiansheng plays the role of a troublemaker, constantly expanding the current chaotic situation.
What is the plot behind this?
Including the gods believed in by Wu Shi Religion, Wu Shi, and that big puli soil...
After thinking for a while, Qiu Baifei couldn't help but sigh: "The water in this world is so deep!"
then.
Qiu Baifei continued to ask for the information he wanted from Xing Da, and slowly, he gained a more detailed understanding of all the forces in this world.