Apocalypse Rebirth: Chief, Don’t Move!

"Sister (Sister Bai Ling)!" Seeing that Bai Ling, who was severely injured, was still treated like this. Bai Xiaoxi and others who were still alive at this time were crying, but their voices were low and scary.

Because they really don't have this kind of strength, even the worries become very fragile.

It's not that they don't want to resist, but in the face of the absolute strong, they can't resist, they can only bear the pain and watch the people they care about being trampled on and insulted!

The next second, almost everyone's eyes looked at the group of people with cold colors, unwilling to hate and hate, the group of people who bullied people and mad people.

"Ah!" The next second stepped a foot fiercely on Su Ling's hand holding the Tenjin Sword. The creaking sound kept coming, which was naturally the power of the forty-third-level ability.

When you take that big foot away, you can see that Su Ling's hands have become muddy, and you can see the bones.

A thick hand reached the bloody long sword.

Seeing this scene, Wen Qing'er beat her heart with boundless joy on her face.

"Hahaha... Tenjin Sword... My Tenjin Sword, come back... come back..." Staring at the sword as if bewitched.

Who could have imagined that the forty-three-level man kicked hard to pick up the sword, but the sword didn't respond at all.

"Useless, useless!" After staring for a few seconds, Wen Qing'er, who saw this scene, shot the weapon in his hands directly on the waste of the forty-third level, and said coldly to the other people, " Go, cut off the woman's head, and get me back the sword!"

The scar was so ugly at the moment, he really couldn't think of it. It was such a person sitting on the base of Miancheng. No wonder he didn't care even if he started at the base.

There was a loud bang, "Wen Qing'er, I want to avenge my brothers."

Rising up from the ground with his last effort, he ran towards the vicious figure with a big knife.

"Don't... Brother Dao..." Qiao Li saw this scene, climbing and wanting to go.

Poof!

A big PR knife came down from his head, and when he reached the ground, he saw a crack in the ground.

The blood line extended from the top of the scar, as if it was shot by the ink fountain, and a red line appeared in the middle of the nose of the head.

A burst of scarlet blood spewed out of the line for a moment, and the knife in the scar's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the scar that fell on the ground became two sides.

Qiao Li's eyes widened as if they were about to fall out, tears rolling down, uncontrolled, climbing towards his body, and finally holding half of the body, howling and crying.

Shui Miaomiao and Sun Zhen also thumped and cried at this time, as if they couldn't even take care of the pain in their bodies, and crawled over.

"Asshole... asshole!" Zhu Shuaiyi also burst into tears, seeing the elder who was good to himself died in front of him.

But the people who killed them had no mercy.

Wen Qing'er smiled more happily, with a smile on his face, which looked strangely strange, and looked at the pain in Bai Shan's eyes, and said softly, "No, your child." Take Using the needle to scratch the small meat ball's delicate face with a needle, a small blood stain was soon seen.

Bai Shan and others shook their heads, and Bai Ling's screams could still be heard over there.

"No...no..."