Zhao Zheng grinded out a few words from between his teeth, "What Ye Hu, no! You surnamed Feng, either you and I will kill the bloody corpse here today, or you can bury this beast with me."
!”
After saying that, the gun came out like a silver dragon, the dazzling light tore through the air, and went straight to the back of the bloody corpse.
Feng Xing was stunned, "What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Find Ye Hu quickly!"
Zhao Zheng shot away a large piece of flesh on Scar's back of the blood corpse, with a stern smile on his lips, "I have already said, either kill the blood corpse with me, or die!"
The bloody corpse was furious and slapped him with his claws. The huge slap was bigger than Zhao Zheng's whole body. The sharp nails were death gray and were twenty centimeters long.
Zhao Zheng did not dodge at all, but blocked the shot.
"Click! Click!"
Zhao Zheng was sent flying dozens of meters away, smashing into two walls one after another, and the big gun in his hand also flew out.
"puff."
His chest was collapsed and the corners of his mouth were bloody, but he still laughed happily, "I, Zhao family, Zhao Zheng! The garrison obeys the order! If I die, immediately fire the bird-wing ballista and kill the bloody corpse."
Just as the adjutant was about to shout, he was hit by two garrison soldiers at the same time, causing him to roll in the air and become silent for an instant.
"Zhao! Zhao! Zhao!"
Zhao Zheng's garrison troops shouted in unison to cheer for the general.
"Bird-wing ballista, cock up!"
Three sturdy black-faced men climbed onto the ballista, looking in the direction of the bloody corpse with cold eyes, ready to die.
Load the moon blade, turn the ten-meter winch, and clear the area around the bird-wing ballista in an instant.
Feng Xing was extremely shocked, "Zhao Zheng, are you fucking crazy? If the bird-winged ballista moves, neither you nor I can escape!"
Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "What joy is there in life, and why is it painful in death? Our Zhao family has never produced anyone who is fearful of the head and tail. You, Lord Feng Xingfeng, are not worthy of being a member of Mingguang!"
"The Zhao family are all fucking lunatics!"
Feng Xing gritted his teeth and rushed towards the bloody corpse. His maces danced into a ball of silver light, covering his entire body. Several huge wounds instantly burst out on the bloody corpse.
He really didn't dare to let Zhao Zheng die, let alone death. With Zhao Zheng's current injuries, if the old man from the Zhao family didn't like it, he might tear him up and drink wine - literally, tear him into pieces.
Alright, let’s have some wine and food now.
"boom."
The bloody corpse punched the ground paved with bluestone, instantly creating a deep pit with a diameter of one meter.
Feng Xing, who had managed to dodge the attack, was so frightened that he turned around and floated past a two-story building, hoping to fend off the bloody corpse for a moment.
Two bloody mouths burst out from the corners of Zhao Zheng's eyes, "I'm making fun of your mother's old dog!!"
The logo of the Shuguang Project is engraved on the door of the two-story building. In the window of the small building, you can see a few children with their heads peeping out and their fists clenching to encourage them. This is the Shuguang Orphanage established by the Development Committee.
The orphanage and the children inside were so naked between the Blood Corpse and Feng Xing, exposed to the Blood Corpse's sight.
It can be said that the thick stone wall is not half as strong as the paper wall in front of the bloody corpse.
The muscles on the face of the bloody corpse squirmed, making a weird expression. Huge arms and arms that were almost disproportionate to the body raised a layer of muscle hills, and it roared and rushed towards the small building.
Feng Xing remained unmoved behind the small building. For him, every second of rest was crucial. He needed to concentrate on waiting for the thunderous strike of the bloody corpse.
Zhao Zheng suddenly beat his chest. The bones in his chest were broken and collapsed. Every time he hit his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Bang, bang bang."
"Bang, bang bang!"
Zhao Zheng's chest suddenly heard a thunderous heartbeat, and a blood-like air flow aroused from his chest and surrounded his whole body, like a swimming dragon.
An abnormal flush appeared on his face, he roared loudly, crushed the bluestone on the ground with his foot, and rushed towards the bloody corpse like a meteor.
"boom!"
The huge body of the blood corpse was directly knocked away. Under the mutual pressure of the two sides, the blood corpse and Zhao Zheng rolled and smashed a corner of the small building, crashing to the ground.
The bloody corpse roared and jumped up quickly, shaking its head, with a real killing intent in its eyes, and walked step by step towards Zhao Zheng, who was lying on his back on the ground.
Zhao Zheng fell to the ground, unable to move a finger. He grinned and spat out two words, "Trash!"
"Silly beep."
Feng Xing cursed in a low voice, but had no choice but to save him, and rushed towards Zhao Zheng with his mace in hand - he still didn't care about the small building sandwiched in the middle of the three directions.
The wind moved so fast, bringing with it a roaring sound.
As he rushed forward, Feng Xing was shocked to see a part of the silver light break away from his body from his waist, forming a sharp arc-shaped light blade, slashing towards the bloody corpse erratically.
What is this?
Then he found that his eyesight was getting lower and lower, and he tried to raise his head, but it could only roll down in the dust on the ground like garbage.
Feng Xing twitched and looked back. Ten meters behind him, there were two very familiar halves of waists and legs.
Wearing a white shirt, he stood high on the roof behind him, holding a long sword in his hand... His eyes were still wide open, his eyeballs were covered with dust, and the corners of his mouth were trembling,
"Wei...wei...why..."
He is wearing a white shirt and holding a sword. The strong wind is blowing, and his clothes are fluttering like snow.
"call."
The wind stopped, and the long gown that was blown up by the strong wind slowly fell back a few centimeters - I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with a sword, but I canceled the original plan because I was too fat.
Wei Tianxing sighed and pinched the fat on his neck and belly.
Just as he was about to say something, the red tile roof suddenly collapsed.
A minute later, Wei Tianxing staggered out of the room, coughed twice, and patted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened.
"The peppers made by Zegou are so strong!"
"Then Zaozeng, how about you?"
Zhao Zheng tried twice but failed to get up, "Chief Wei, Feng Xing..."
Wei Tianxing put the sword into its sheath,
"What are you going to do? Oh, I saved a whole house of filial piety dolls. That's great. I'll turn around and ask him to be a martyr!"
After the two people left, the bloody corpse that was frozen in place erupted with thousands of rays of light, and melted silently like snow under the scorching sun, leaving no trace.
(Thanks to Orange Wheatfield for the 500 starting coins, Quick Update 6666 for the 100 starting coins, and the garbled code brother for the 100 starting coins.
PS: After wandering around for a whole time, I had time to take out my phone and take a look. Well, I'm sorry again, there is only one update today.
I feel a little better. I will probably spend the evening with a group of people and a bottle of wine. Well, just thinking about it makes my head hurt.
Well, as expected, 80 collections were dropped today. It’s not bad. The number is not too unexpected. As for that, I guess some of you haven’t seen the news that it will be put on the shelves. It will take a few more days to drop. I don’t know.
How much can be left?
It’s international practice, so be prepared, hey…)