My luck can go against the sky

Han Zirong stood there in ragged clothes, staring straight ahead, and at the same time listening to the sound of killing not far away.

The building behind him is in ruins.

A smile appeared on Ning Zhong's original solemn face, but the grinning face smiled, but it became more vicious and terrifying.

Wang Ergou smiled and looked at Han Zirong playfully.

"You have used up all the tricks. Didn't your elders teach you how to fight with people?"

"I'm afraid the previous empty, tangible and feeble moves were all you thought of temporarily."

"I'm afraid it's still too late to run now. We don't stop you, all for the sake of longevity. It's not a shame."

"You are dead, your sect will definitely be chased after us, we are dead, our sect will still be chased after you, for these ants, mortals, as for?"

Han Zirong smiled bitterly in his heart, but there was not the slightest wave on his face, and he still looked at the two of them fixedly.

"Why, I'm guilty, but I can't beat you to coax me to run?"

Wang Ergou sneered, his hideous face slowly soothed, and he looked to the outside of the community.

"I can stop you here alone, can you stop the other of us?"

"Just those official black dogs, can they stop us?"

The voice just fell.

Slightly lagging behind his Ning Zhong, he moved quickly and rushed to the gate of the community.

When he moved, Han Zirong's figure flew towards the gate of the community.

Wang Ergou sneered, his body suddenly soared, and he followed Han Zirong and slammed into it.

"It's still tender!"

After that, he probed his hand and grabbed Han Zirong's throat.

"Tear your turtle shell!"

Han Zirong didn't care about the sharp claws that came over, and the golden bell inside his body was activated, brazenly activated, and rotated.

The sound of Jintiejiaoming sounded suddenly.

The golden bell that had been able to completely protect Han Zirong in the past collided with the sharp claws. At this moment, like a mirror, the pieces were broken like spider silk extending outward, but not completely broken.

Han Zirong's heart was cold, his body suddenly turned in the air, and he kicked back.

Wang Ergou, who fell behind him, flew upside down, hit the floor wall hard, smashing a big hole.

With Fan's thrust, Han Zirong was able to stand in front of Ning Zhong.

The two stood in the air, looking at each other.

On the ground, Huan Haisheng looked at Han Zirong who had finally appeared and suddenly shouted, "Next!"

After all, the standard death that had been carried on his body, the Taomu sword, held it in his hand, and threw it to Han Zirong.

Han Zirong probed his hand slightly, and the two weapons flew over.

Looking at the peach wood sword in Han Zirong's hand, Ning Zhong's expression was no longer calm.

Thousand-year peach wood, how can there be a thousand-year peach wood!

Han Zirong stroked his hand, and immediately stuck his life to his body, motionless.

Holding the peach wood sword in his right hand, he looked at Ning Zhong with a sneer.

With a move, Han Zirong raised the peach wood sword and stabbed at Ning Zhong.

Ning Zhong's face suddenly became more savage, and despite the fear in his heart, he still ran forward to Han Zirong.

In the Yun'an community, which was already in ruins, Wang Ergou rushed towards Han Zirong with a heavy foot.

"Damn, thousand-year peach wood sword!"

The three ran into each other, tearing each other, slashing.

The death of Han Zirong's body also slid to his left hand, and the needle stabbed Han Zirong's body with blood all over the blade.

Ning Zhong and Wang Ergou did not retreat, opened their mouths, bit Han Zirong fiercely, and stabbed Han Zirong with both hands at the same time.

The three of them were already full of wounds in an instant.

The golden light on Han Zirong's body surface kept flashing, he gritted his teeth abruptly, fell heavily, and fell into the corpse group.

Han Zirong's hands suddenly gathered together, his body surged, and then he let it out.

Suddenly the golden light rose sharply, like a shining sun in the dark night, and the surrounding corpses immediately dissipated like water.

In the middle of Ning Zhong and Wang Ergou, they roared bitterly like a mouse hitting a cat, and the white hairs covering the body surface turned into blue and gray.

The two people's swelling body shrank rapidly.

Han Zirong was overjoyed when he saw this, but he didn't care that the aura in his body was exhausted, and he boldly moved forward.

Raising his hand high to kill his life, the Taomu Jian rushed forward.

In the shadows, Helou, the deacon of the Hidden Batmen who arrived at no time, also walked out of the dark. The blood bat that had been standing on his shoulders began to swell rapidly and rushed towards Han Zirong.

Upon seeing this, Huan Haisheng shouted sharply, turning his body into water vapor, and flew towards Han Zirong.

Thirty observers behind him also exploded with the last bit of strength in their bodies and swung their swords forward.

At a distance of only 50 meters, a group of soldiers picked up the RPG, aimed and launched.

In front of them, the heavy armored vehicle started and crashed into the group of corpses.

Suddenly hissing, screaming, and gunfire are endless!

In the center, Han Zirong, who had the highest fighting intensity, kept bleeding from his mouth.

With blood in it, Han Zirong stepped forward, screaming: "Kill!"

The three slammed together.

Claws, teeth, knives, swords, keep fighting.

In the air, the blood bat spreads its sharp claws, and the magical sea life appears to be walking, gathering vapor into water, gathering water into ice, and rushing towards the blood bat.

Two people, two corpses, one beast, desperately fight!

Han Zirong suddenly turned around, facing Wang Ergou with his back to Ning Zhong.

Two-handed swords were fiercely inserted into Ning Zhong's body.

Two more claw marks appeared on his back, instantly turning black, spreading to other parts of the body.

Ning Zhong, who had already been hit hard, let out a howl, spread his hands and hugged Han Zirong who was thrown into his arms.

Han Zirong stirred in his hand, and the blood on the knife became even more intense. The next moment, the swords broke out!

Ding!Kill half-step Mao Zheng Ning Zhong and reward Wannian Peach Wood Sword!

A peach wood sword suddenly appeared in front of Han Zirong. Han Zirong grabbed it. After holding the thousand-year peach wood sword in his hand, he no longer looked at Ning Zhong, who had been judged dead, turned around and swept the sword.

Like water and fire, like darkness and light, Wang Ergou, who was rushing again, was swept away by the thousand-year-old peach wood sword, and his huge, hideous head suddenly fell to the ground.

Ding!Kill the half-step white zombie king two dogs and reward the nine gods of thunder.

Seeing that the reward has changed, it has directly become the Nine Heavens God Thunder Jue. With a thought, her hands immediately pinched the Jue to point to the blood bat and the obviously hidden bat disciple.

He said in a low voice.

"Nine Sky Profound Thunder, eager like a law!"

"drop!"

There was a boom.

The two rays of thunder suddenly fell, smashing the blood bat and Helou.

One person and one animal turned into ashes without even screaming.

Seeing that the overall situation is set, he is already exhausted physically and mentally, most of his essence and blood are consumed, and the aura in his body has long been exhausted. Han Zirong can no longer support it. His body injuries suddenly burst out, blood is flowing, both bodies are weak, and he is half kneeling. on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Huan Haisheng immediately fell, took out the injection from his pocket, and plunged it into Han Zirong's body.

"This is to restore spiritual power, the rejuvenating needle."

"It's never over, don't die!"

As soon as the medicine entered the body, Han Zirong thought, and immediately began to consume the medicine power. The wisps of spiritual power suddenly emerged from the place where the dantian was born, wandering wildly in the body, driving away the corpse poison!

The golden light on the body surface also reunited at this moment. With Han Zirong's thoughts, the golden light prospered and warded off all evil.

All the walking corpses that were illuminated by golden light froze and fell to the ground.

Tall buildings in the distance.

Xie Zixing watched this scene calmly, slowly climbing up.

The blood jade shattered softly from his waist, and the blood gleamed into Xie Zixing's body like a spring.

"Nine Heavens God Thunder Jue."

"Really familiar."

"This trip is really right."

"Eat you, you will become the Yuan Ying!"