He stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose. Ziyu didn't have time to collect his thoughts and started walking slowly with Beiming Changfeng at his feet.
Bei Ming Changfeng wandered outside the subordinates who were responsible for guarding on the deck. The silver sword in his hand cut across the dark night sky. There was no fierce fight, and there were no blood flowers flying in the sky. There was only one blow to kill him.
Life.
The people who besieged him couldn't get into him at all. The moment the sword light came into contact, they had already met the King of Hell.
Beiming Changfeng walked slowly, never evading, never giving in, only attacking.
Wherever he walked, there were only corpses left behind.
The cold eyes have no emotion or temperature at the moment, only murderous intent, strong murderous intent, no longer the simple indifference of the past, the depths of the eyes are filled with flames, burning with bloodthirsty souls.
God of death.
Ziyu accidentally saw the look in Beiming Changfeng's eyes, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. So it turns out that this is the case. Beiming Changfeng, who was rumored to be bloodthirsty, cold and self-centered, is indeed like this. He is self-centered.
He also kills people in such a domineering and unparalleled manner.
The footsteps moved slowly behind Beiming Changfeng. He was obviously in a bloody and dangerous situation, but he felt calm inside.
Because Beiming Changfeng is so powerful, so powerful that it makes people feel indestructible. As long as you stand behind him, all wind and rain can be blocked by him, leaving only warmth and calm like spring.
Ziyu kicked away the body that had fallen down and blocked her way, and glanced across the deck inadvertently, her pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a point on the deck below where water was gushing out, and the black blood was washed away. The hole was so small that it was almost invisible, but because the moonlight happened to shine there, she was able to see it.
No, someone is sinking the boat.
Ziyu's face suddenly darkened.
She didn't care that Beiming Changfeng was besieged, but now she was on the ship. If the ship sank, wouldn't she also have to go see the King of Hell?
Damn it, I dare to include your aunt in this conspiracy.
Ziyu immediately raised his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng in front of him. He didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to be entangled by more than a dozen men in black at the moment, and he should be unable to make a move for the time being.
Gritting her teeth, Ziyu suddenly lowered her foot and her body, which was already close to the edge of the boat, fell towards the outside of the boat. The last time she forced herself on him, she just thought she couldn't stand him anymore. She will return this favor to him today, and then she will do it again.
Bridge to bridge, road to bridge.
Pretending that the body fell into the water, Ziyu immediately plunged into the bottom of the big ship with a sudden thrust, took out a set of gold needles from the inner fir tree, and swam toward the faint black shadow at the bottom of the ship.
He quietly approached the nearest black shadow like a swimming fish, stabbed forward with his fingertips, and a golden needle pierced directly into the black shadow's Tanzhong point.
The man in black who was hewing the boat sank without saying a word.
Ziyu swung his legs and swam towards the second figure.
The small golden needle made no sound as it paddled through the water. Then the seawater moved on its own, and a golden needle quickly penetrated the Baihui point above the head of a black shadow.
Immediately afterwards, a golden needle cut off the neck of a black figure.
Then, a golden needle pierced the throat of a dark shadow.
Then……
In the bottom of the boat where you couldn't even see your fingers, the men in black who were drilling the boat sank one by one, but they felt nothing and heard no movement.
The god of death appeared beside them inadvertently, and took them to hell without allowing them to resist... He stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose. Ziyu didn't have time to collect his thoughts, and walked slowly with Beiming Changfeng.
Got up.
Bei Ming Changfeng wandered outside the subordinates who were responsible for guarding on the deck. The silver sword in his hand cut across the dark night sky. There was no fierce fight, and there were no blood flowers flying in the sky. There was only one blow to kill him.
Life.
The people who besieged him couldn't get into him at all. The moment the sword light came into contact, they had already met the King of Hell.
Beiming Changfeng walked slowly, never evading, never giving in, only attacking.
Wherever he walked, there were only corpses left behind.
The cold eyes have no emotion or temperature at the moment, only murderous intent, strong murderous intent, no longer the simple indifference of the past, the depths of the eyes are filled with flames, burning with bloodthirsty souls.
God of death.
Ziyu accidentally saw the look in Beiming Changfeng's eyes, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. So it turns out that this is the case. Beiming Changfeng, who was rumored to be bloodthirsty, cold and self-centered, is indeed like this. He is self-centered.
He also kills people in such a domineering and unparalleled manner.
The footsteps moved slowly behind Beiming Changfeng. He was obviously in a bloody and dangerous situation, but he felt calm inside.
Because Beiming Changfeng is so powerful, so powerful that it makes people feel indestructible. As long as you stand behind him, all wind and rain can be blocked by him, leaving only warmth and calm like spring.
Ziyu kicked away the body that had fallen down and blocked her way, and glanced across the deck inadvertently, her pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a point on the deck below where water was gushing out, and the black blood was washed away. The hole was so small that it was almost invisible, but because the moonlight happened to shine there, she was able to see it.
No, someone is sinking the boat.
Ziyu's face suddenly darkened.
She didn't care that Beiming Changfeng was besieged, but now she was on the ship. If the ship sank, wouldn't she also have to go see the King of Hell?
Damn it, I dare to include your aunt in this conspiracy.
Ziyu immediately raised his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng in front of him. He didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to be entangled by more than a dozen men in black at the moment, and he should be unable to make a move for the time being.
Gritting her teeth, Ziyu suddenly lowered her foot and her body, which was already close to the edge of the boat, fell towards the outside of the boat. The last time she forced herself on him, she just thought she couldn't stand him anymore. She will return this favor to him today, and then she will do it again.
Bridge to bridge, road to bridge.
Pretending that the body fell into the water, Ziyu immediately plunged into the bottom of the big ship with a sudden thrust, took out a set of gold needles from the inner fir tree, and swam toward the faint black shadow at the bottom of the ship.
He quietly approached the nearest black shadow like a swimming fish, stabbed forward with his fingertips, and a golden needle pierced directly into the black shadow's Tanzhong point.
The man in black who was hewing the boat sank without saying a word.
Ziyu swung his legs and swam towards the second figure.
The small golden needle made no sound as it paddled through the water. Then the seawater moved on its own, and a golden needle quickly penetrated the Baihui point above the head of a black shadow.
Immediately afterwards, a golden needle cut off the neck of a black figure.
Then, a golden needle pierced the throat of a dark shadow.
Then……
In the bottom of the boat where you couldn't even see your fingers, the men in black who were drilling the boat sank one by one, but they felt nothing and heard no movement.
But the God of Death appeared beside them inadvertently, and took them to hell without allowing them to resist.