Doomsday Pavilion

Zhao Zheng grinds out a few words from his teeth, "What Yehu? No! The surname is Feng, or you and I will kill the blood corpse here today, or you fucking bury the beast with me. !"

After speaking, the gun shot out like a silver dragon, the dazzling light tore the air, and straight to the back of the blood corpse.

Feng Xing was dumbfounded, "What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Go find Ye Hu!"

Zhao Zheng shot the large piece of flesh on the back of Fei Blood Corpse Knife Scar's back, with a grin at the corner of his mouth, "I have already said, either, kill the blood corpse with me, or die!"

The blood corpse was furious, and slapped it with its claws. The huge slap was bigger than Zhao Zheng's whole person. The sharp nails were dead gray, and they were twenty centimeters long.

Zhao Zheng didn't hide in the slightest, but blocked his spear.

"Bump! Click!"

Zhao Zheng was shot dozens of meters away, smashing two walls one after another, and the big gun in his hand also flew out.

"puff."

With a collapsed chest and blood on the corners of his mouth, he still laughed happily, "I, Zhao Family, Zhao Zheng! The garrison is obedient! I die, immediately shoot the Birdwing Ballista and kill the blood corpse."

Just as the adjutant was about to yell, he was shot at the same time by two soldiers from the garrison.

"Zhao! Zhao! Zhao!"

Zhao Zheng's garrison shouted in unison to cheer for the master.

"Birdwing Ballista, wind up!"

The three sturdy black-faced men climbed on the ballista, looking at the direction of the blood corpse with cold eyes, and were ready to die.

Load the moonblade, rotate the ten-meter winch, around the birdwing ballista, and instantly clear the field.

Feng Xing was shocked, "Zhao Zheng, are you fucking crazy? When the birdwing ballista moves, neither of you nor me can escape!"

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "How happy is life, and why die? My Zhao family is never a person who fears the head and tail, you, Master Fengxingfeng, are not worthy of being a Mingguang person!"

"The Zhao family is fucking crazy!"

Feng Xing gritted his teeth and rushed towards the blood corpse, and the two maces danced into a ball of silver light, covering his entire body, and several huge wounds burst into the blood corpse in an instant.

He really didn’t dare to let Zhao Zheng die, let alone death, it was Zhao Zheng’s current injury. If the old Zhao family was unwilling to pick up ashes, he might have torn him off the wine-literally, shredded. Now, it’s time to eat.

"boom."

The blood corpse punched the ground paved with bluestone, and instantly blasted a one-meter-diameter pit.

The wind of dodge a blow was so scared that he turned and floated past a two-story building, hoping to resist the blood corpse for a moment.

Two bloody mouths burst out from the corner of Zhao Zheng's eyes, "I'm annoying your mother's old dog!!"

The door of the two-story building is engraved with the Shuguang Project logo. In the window of the small building, you can see a few children with probes holding small fists and cheering for the two of them. This is the Shuguang Orphanage established by the Commission.

The orphanage and the children in it were so naked that they stood in the middle of the blood corpses and were exposed to the blood corpses.

The thick stone wall can be said to be no stronger than the paper wall in front of the blood corpse.

The muscles on the blood corpse's face squirmed, pulling out a weird expression, and the huge arms and arms that were almost disproportionate to the body raised a layer of muscle hills, howling and rushing towards the small building.

Feng Xing remained unmoved behind the small building. For him, every second of rest was of utmost importance, and he needed to wait for the thunderous blow of the blood corpse with no distractions.

Zhao Zheng suddenly beat his chest, and his chest bones were already shattered and collapsed. Every time he hit his chest, he sprayed a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang!"

A thunderous heartbeat sounded from Zhao Zheng's chest, and a blood-like air current was aroused from his chest and surrounded his whole body, like swimming dragons.

An abnormal flush of red appeared on his face, he roared loudly, and smashed the blue stone on the ground with one foot, rushing towards the blood corpse like a meteor.

"boom!"

The huge body of the blood corpse was directly hit and flew, and the forces of both sides squeezed each other, and the blood corpse and Zhao Zheng rolled and smashed a corner of the small building, crashing to the ground.

The blood corpse roared and leaped quickly, shaking his head, his eyes madly rolled past the real killing intent, and walked step by step towards Zhao Zheng, who fell on his back to the sky.

Zhao Zheng fell to the ground, unable to move even a finger, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he uttered two words with great effort, "Waste...thing!"

"Silly beep."

Fengxing cursed in a low voice, but had to save him, and rushed towards Zhao Zheng with his double mace - he still didn't care about the small building caught in the middle of the three parties.

How fast is the wind moving, and it brings the whistling wind.

Pointing towards him, Feng Xing was shocked to see part of the silver light leaving his body from his waist, forming a sharp arc-shaped blade of light, which erraticly chopped off the blood corpse.

What is this?

Then he found that his line of sight was getting lower and lower, trying to raise his head, but he could only roll down in the dust on the ground like garbage.

Feng Xing twitched and looked back. Ten meters behind, there were two familiar half-waisted bodies with legs.

Dressed in a white shirt, standing high on the roof behind him, holding a long sword in his hand... His eyes are still wide open, the eyeballs are covered with dust, and the corners of his mouth are trembling.

"Wei...Wei...Why..."

The white shirt is holding the sword, the wind is blowing, and the robe is fluttering like snow.

"call."

The wind stopped, and the long gown that was rising from the strong wind slowly fell back a few centimeters-once dreamed of walking the world with a sword, but cancelled the original plan because of being too fat.

Wei Tianxing sighed and squeezed the fat on his neck and belly.

Just about to say something, the red-tiled roof collapsed.

A minute later, Wei Tianxing staggered out of the room, coughed twice, and patted the dust on his body casually.

"Zegou's pepper is so powerful!"

"Then increase, are you four?"

Zhao Zheng tried twice, but didn't get up, "Chief Wei, popular with him..."

Wei Tianxing took the sword into its sheath,

"Suppose you run rampant? Oh, save a house of filial piety dolls, very good, forehead turned black and asked him to wait for the martyrs!"

After the two of them left, there was a thousand rays of light exploded in the blood corpse on the spot, and the snow under the scorching sun melted silently, leaving no trace.