Chapter 218 Kill one person in one step (seeking automatic)
Seeing a cult member approaching holding a torch, An Ran was not afraid, but looked around, slowly searching.
At this moment, how she wished she could see him, even if he wasn't here to save her.
However, although there were many people, he was not there.
She was desperate and closed her eyes gently.
call.
The torch rotated, drew an arc, and flew towards the pile of dry wood at An Ran's feet.
The surrounding cult members suddenly became fanatical, raising their hands in the air, kneeling down, kowtowing, shouting and screaming.
call.
Deng Deng Deng.
Almost at the moment the torch was thrown out, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the side, tiptoeing to the ground, and its body was like a bolt of lightning, shooting past fiercely.
It's He Zhenzhong.
When he came behind those cult members, he bent his feet slightly and then jumped into the air.
Boom.
He stepped on a guy's shoulder with his right foot and used the force to rush forward quickly.
Boom, boom, boom.
The cultists all had painful looks on their faces, and they fell to the ground immediately after being stepped on by He Zhenzhong.
"who is he?"
"Stop him."
Screams rang out.
The cultists in front stood up hastily.
Boom.
He Zhenzhong stamped his foot on the shoulder of a guy who had no time to dodge. His body rose into the air, his feet spread apart, as if walking, and he landed a little on the guy's head.
Jumping over the crowd, He Zhenzhong exerted force on his waist, let out a cry, flipped forward, stretched out, and raised his right foot.
call.
boom.
The torch was kicked, causing sparks to fly and fall to the side with a roar.
Hearing the noise, An Ran also opened his eyes, just in time to see He Zhenzhong kick the torch away with an upside-down golden hook, then do a backflip and land firmly on the ground.
At this moment, An Ran was suddenly stunned.
Every girl has a heroic dream in her heart. They all imagine that in times of crisis, a prince charming will come to the rescue riding on colorful clouds.
She had always thought it was Lei Zhan, but the guy in front of her was clearly not him.
Swish.
He Zhenzhong waved his right hand and crossed it.
The rope on An Ran's body broke at the sound.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that He Zhenzhong was covered with wounds, especially his hands, whose fingers were bloody and bloody. When she looked at the rock powder on his body, her eyes suddenly widened. Could it be that he was the so-called man from the back mountain?
Did you climb up the cliff?
An Ran's nose felt a little sore. Is this guy really not afraid of death? Once he falls, he will definitely be shattered into pieces and die without a whole body. Moreover, he was already injured, and he still came to save her regardless of the danger? He didn't see this
Are the mountains full of cultists? And are there murderous mercenaries secretly there?
He Zhenzhong obviously didn't know that An Ran was feeling very complicated at this time.
He only knew that the situation was critical now.
He pulled the injured An Ran, carried her on his back, pulled out the cut rope, and tied her to him tightly.
"Don't be afraid, hold me tight and I will take you out."
An Ran remained silent. He Zhenzhong thought she was frightened because she was a girl after all.
Hearing this, An Ran's body shook again, and she slowly reached out and hugged He Zhenzhong's neck.
All the cult members were angry. One person dared to rush out. Are they assuming that people like them don't exist? Even if they were a group of pigs, they could still kill that guy alive if they rushed over together.
"catch him."
"If you dare to disturb our god-sacrifice ceremony, you must not let him go."
Several cult members who were the first to react grabbed long knives and rushed toward He Zhenzhong.
call.
He Zhenzhong turned his body slightly to avoid it, then stretched out his right hand suddenly, grabbed the guy's wrist, then twisted it and clicked.
"ah."
After catching the long knife, He Zhenzhong stabbed forward with his right hand.
Poof, warm blood splashed.
As soon as the knife was drawn, the guy's body turned around, with a frightened expression on his face, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Go ahead, kill him. He is a heretic and has blasphemed God. Kill him." Several high-ranking cult officials shouted loudly and retreated back.
"Oh, God bless me, kill him."
"Come on."
He Zhenzhong had no expression on his face. He took a step forward and waved his right hand fiercely.
When, the long knives collide and separate.
call.
puff.
The cultist's eyes widened, and half of his neck was cut off. The guy was so fast, and he just raised his hand.
Pedal.
He Zhenzhong took another step forward, turned his body slightly to one side, and let out a cry. A long knife grazed his clothes. His expression did not change at all. He flipped his right wrist and stabbed suddenly with the long knife in his hand.
puff.
In front of him, the cult member opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His stomach was stabbed to the core.
Poof, He Zhenzhong twitched his hand, and the guy's body fell to the ground. He continued to take a step forward.
when.
A huge force came, and another cult member who slashed at him with a knife felt a huge force coming from him. His hand felt pain, his fingers spread wide, and the knife he held fell to the ground with a clang.
He Zhenzhong's right hand suddenly stretched forward and then retracted.
puff.
A blood line appeared on the guy's neck, and then blood spurted out from the artery.
Pedal.
Seeing He Zhenzhong take another step forward, the cult members looked horrified, their bodies were shaking, and they backed away.
"Trash, get out of the way."
A high-ranking member of the cult who had practiced martial arts suddenly rushed over, with a ferocious expression on his face and a machete clenched in his hand.
Boom.
He stamped his foot on the ground, jumped up suddenly, held the knife in both hands, and slashed straight down.
Whoops, the howling wind sounded.
when.
The guy's expression suddenly changed. Is that guy so powerful? He jumped up and slashed downwards, but was actually easily blocked by that guy.
Zizzi.
He Zhenzhong flipped his right hand, and the long knife in his hand pressed against the blade of the machete and quickly cut off the guy's fingers.
not good.
The guy's expression changed, he quickly let go and backed away.
He Zhenzhong raised his right hand and threw it violently, and a cold light flashed through.
call.
puff.
The guy's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of horror. He lowered his head and looked at the long knife that pierced his stomach in disbelief. He couldn't even hold on for one round?
this.
He Zhenzhong ignored him at all and took a step forward again.
The cult members around them all looked horrified and kept retreating.
He killed one person in one step and was covered in blood. At this moment, He Zhenzhong was like a god of war, unstoppable.