Chapter 408

Song Sijie has fled to the corner of the alley and is about to disappear in front of Rocco. Song Sijie is very happy. As long as he turns this corner, with the complex environment of the underground city and his familiarity with the underground city, he must be much better than Rocco, a newcomer.

He is sure enough to escape from heaven.

However, reality is always more cruel than imagination. Song Sijie did not escape from heaven, but escaped from heaven.

At the moment when song Sijie turned the corner of the alley, he only noticed that there was no Luo behind to catch up, but he didn't notice that a small flying sword was staying in front. He had been waiting for a long time. The direction pointed by the sword tip was song Sijie's head.

"Poop!"!

Song Sijie had the same fate as the warrior who had been stabbed through his head by a small flying sword. He was stabbed through his head and smashed together with the yuan God.

Song Sijie opened Tongling's big eyes and slowly closed his eyes in disbelief. He never thought that his one whim to help the white robed man Zhao Zixuan wanted to get some color, but it was the biggest mistake he made in his life.

How many storms have survived, but the boat capsized in this small gutter. He hates it! He's angry! He regretted it! But all this is hindsight.

At the last second when song Sijie fell down, he expected his brother to avenge himself. He hoped that his brother would be able to kill the little bastard Rocco, but he never had a chance to see it again.

"Impossible! Impossible! Why? It's totally unreasonable! Unreasonable!"

When Zhao Zixuan, a white robed man, saw that the powerful song Sijie was completely dead, he immediately collapsed. He didn't want to die. He still had so many splendor and wealth waiting for him to enjoy. If God gave him a chance to do it again.

Give him a hundred courage. No matter how obsessed he is, he won't have any trouble finding Rocco in the monthly reading Pavilion.

The white robed man looked around with a mournful expression and suddenly seemed to have found a savior.

Moon reading Pavilion! All people are not allowed to fight in it, even if he is an elder of the Hunyuan society. Yuedu pavilion has great power and can be said to be the most important central hub in the lower urban area of the underground city.

Whoever dares to make trouble in it is challenging the authority of the whole dungeon. It is an enemy with the three gangs of Hunyuan club, Tianji Pavilion and Taiji Pavilion. Yuedu Pavilion is the inverse scale of the dungeon. No one dares to offend anyone who touches it!

The man in white quickly got up and ran to the Yuedu Pavilion in the dungeon. He even had the strength to eat milk. He was as fast as thunder and was stunned.

Zhao Zixuan, a white robed man, if he didn't speak, Luo Ke really forgot him. As soon as he opened his mouth and hurried to Yuedu Pavilion, Luo Ke noticed him.

Luo Ke turned his eyes, waved his hand, called back the little flying sword that had just drunk song Sijie's blood and brain day by day, flicked his fingers, and the flying sword immediately understood.

Whoosh! Fly away!

The direction of the flight was the direction in which the white robed man Zhao Zixuan fled.

When Zhao Zixuan saw the fierce sword, he quickly used both hands and feet, and almost rolled into the Yuedu pavilion with a embarrassed posture. He watched helplessly as the small flying sword pierced the head of song Sijie, who was an elder of the mixed yuan society. Song Sijie's stronger strength than him died.

Song Sijie! He really became a death hero. He didn't have song Sijie's hard scale like steel to protect himself. He didn't have the slightest confidence to block this sword.

Although Luo Ke's little flying sword stabbed Zhao Zixuan, it was not the key part, so Zhao Zixuan was not fatally injured.

Every day, Xiao Feijian just stabbed Zhao Zixuan in one leg without stepping into the Yuedu Pavilion. Then Zhao Zixuan lost his figure and disappeared from Rocco's sight.

"Ha ha! Think you're smart enough to think that everything will be all right if you hide in the Yuedu pavilion? Ridiculous!"

Rocco muttered.

He ignored Zhao Zixuan. After all, he had become a turtle in a jar. Although it was safe to hide in Yuedu Pavilion for the time being, he also lost the chance to escape.

Luo Ke turned his head and looked to the other side of the battlefield. There are still fighters fighting with puppets. Some people have been paying attention to the situation here. They found that Luo Ke has won a great victory over bat song Sijie and kicked Zhao Zixuan, a white robed man, into Yuedu Pavilion. It is obvious that the trend is gone.

Those who understand the truth, or can be said to be the leaders of the wall, no longer continue to fight and gradually withdraw from the battlefield, but there are still some stubborn people who are still fighting with Rocco's puppets.

"Die!"

Rocco, take a sip!

The sword of killing, Yuantu, the sword of killing, ah Bi and the small flying sword roared away day by day.

"Poop! Poop! Poop!"

Several heads were cut off or pierced and killed in one blow. The dead are the fiercest people still fighting. Those people have no power to fight back in front of Rocco.

Rocco looked at the scene without expression. They were all damned people. Their hands were covered with blood and they didn't know how many lives they had carried.

Luo Ke's hands are also stained with a lot of blood. He also killed a lot of people, but those people Luo Ke killed are ferocious villains, such as song Sijie, and the blood god sect that killed countless people.

Therefore, Luo Ke has no burden in his heart to kill people. If Luo Ke is allowed to kill a child without any fault, sin, kindness and innocence, Luo won't do it.

But Rocco is not a decadent person. If the child really did a lot of unforgivable evil things, Rocco will also solve the child cleanly. No matter how small he is, he won't believe that any child doesn't understand anything.

The warrior who was still fighting Rocco's puppet just now saw his companions fall sadly beside him. Finally, he did not overcome his fear of death, put down his weapons and raised his hands to surrender.

Rocco gathered the fighters who had given up resistance together. The fighters who were domineering in the dungeon listened to Rocco's words and lined up in two rows like an obedient child in front of Rocco.

Then Rocco summoned the remaining puppets to him and counted the number. There were only a dozen puppets left, and about ten died. Of course, the Warriors also paid the price with the life of one puppet.

Some of the remaining puppets also have a broken arm or a missing leg, but they can continue to exist as long as their brain is still hanging on their shoulders, and these puppets who lack arms and legs can recover on their own.

This is the terrible perversion of Rocco's complete mastery of corpse control. Those dead puppets had their heads smashed. Rocco also found that one of the remaining puppets had lost less than half of his head, and his brain was exposed outside his head.

But it is still strong and alive. This vitality is also a pervert. As long as it does not completely destroy the puppet's central nervous system, he is like an immortal zombie robot.

Xuanyuankong also has the art of controlling corpses. He knows what it means that Rocco can do this step, which means that Rocco can create his own undead puppet army.

At this time, xuanyuankong has regarded Luo as a person of worship. He has changed from resistance at the beginning to sincere assistance.