Chapter 571

"I declare you guilty!"

Many of the hundreds of Hellfire gang members present didn't understand English, so they didn't understand the meaning of Zuo Yi's words.

But like those who can understand, they also feel the fear and tremble from the soul. Zuo Yi's voice is like thunder from the sky, which easily tears their will.

Several weak willed gangsters fell to their knees on the spot and even peed!

"Kill him!"

The plaid shirt was the fastest to react. He stepped back while roaring.

Next to the Hellfire members woke up and raised their weapons.

Zuo Yi snorted coldly and grabbed a heavy sword.

This big sword was made by himself. It is made of top alloy materials, and then mixed with a small amount of chiwujin and meteorite nuclear iron. Finally, it is attached with three runes of "solid", "sharp" and "armor breaking".

In terms of quality, this Rune Epee is far inferior to the red dragon sword. In fact, it is just Zuo Yi's practice work to familiarize and master the rules of the blue star world.

But in this world, it is still an invincible weapon, a real killer!

In Zuo Yi's eyes, the Hellfire Gang gathered here has no good generation. They have fallen into the abyss of evil and need the purification of blood and killing!

Although Zuo Yi can turn everyone into powder with one punch, it's cheaper for these heinous guys.

Only let them fear, let them suffer, let them cry, let them regret in the face of death, can they get real salvation.

Hoo!

Zuo Yi flashed his heavy sword. The dark golden blade cut open the air barrier, sent out a trembling roar, and swept over the two Hellfire members closest to him.

The two men had just pulled out the pistol inserted in their waist. As a result, the upper body and lower body were instantly separated, and they burst out a miserable howl.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Half of the body that fell to the ground was dying and pulled the trigger indiscriminately.

As a result, the flying bullet not only missed Zuo Yi, but also accidentally injured others in the monastery.

Of course, they won't care. There was no sound in the blink of an eye.

But more and more gunshots and screams followed.

Waving a heavy sword, Zuo Yi walked through the crowd. His speed didn't look fast, but the Hellfire gunmen couldn't lock their aim at all. Every bullet fired from the gun bore was wasted.

However, every time Zuo Yi wields a heavy sword, one or two or three Hellfire gang members are cut off.

No one could escape Zuo Yi's attack. They fell down in extreme fear and pain, regretted in the shrill wail, and then died in despair.

The red blood sprinkled on the floor tiles of the small square, penetrated through the crack, and then gathered into a stream.

There was a lot of blood flowing through the square. The first were the priests of the monastery. Because they were unwilling to give up and refuse to evacuate, they were slaughtered by the slum gangs.

Then the captives of rival gangs, ordinary gang members who made mistakes, and captured civilians

Fearful people call this "bloody monastery", especially when it has become the territory of Hellfire, the blood of innocent people has soaked the soil under the bricks and stones.

Today, it's Hellfire's turn to wash the ground with their own blood!

In less than half a minute, more than half of the gang members fell under Zuo Yi's sword. Many of them didn't die immediately and twitched powerlessly in a pool of blood. One after another, the wailing seemed like a sonata from hell.

Such a bloody and terrible scene made the survivors scared to death.

They are called "hell", but they have never seen the real hell blood fire!

"Devil!" "devil!"

When the bullets in the pistol were exhausted, these people did not have the courage to reload the new magazine. They howled in horror. Some ran outside the monastery and some fled into the chapel. They completely lost their confidence in continuing to fight with Zuo Yi.

However, the people who rushed to the door were desperate to find that Zuo Yi took the first step to occupy the escape passage.

They were greeted by a sharp sword!

Those who fled into the Chapel were hit by head-on @ bullets and fell instantly.

It was the plaid shirts that attacked them!

With an AK74 assault rifle in his hand, his twisted face was ferocious and roared, "no one can escape. If you don't want to die, kill with me!"

Behind the plaid shirt were a dozen men with assault rifles, all elite members of Hellfire.

They rushed out of the chapel and saw the corpses everywhere. They immediately stared at the scarlet eyes, frantically pulled the trigger and poured fire at Zuo Yi who was still in the small square!

Da! Da! Da!

The power of more than a dozen AK74 assault rifles to collect fire is undoubtedly powerful. However, the waterfall like bullet rain is blocked by an invisible barrier one meter away from Zuo Yi, and all bullet heads fall to the ground, crackling like rain hitting plantains.

"Damn it!"

The plaid shirt roared reluctantly, immediately dropped the AK74 in his hand, suddenly grabbed the rocket launcher carried by his companion, aimed at Zuo Yi and pulled the trigger.

"Go to hell!"

Whew!

With the jet of flame, the rocket flew to Zuo Yi.

However, Zuo Yi's figure suddenly disappeared. The rocket hit the wall behind him and exploded!

Boom!

A cloud of dust wrapped in flames rose into the sky, and countless shrapnel and gravel splashed and shot.

Holding an empty tube of plaid shirt, he was stunned.

He smelled a strong smell of death.

No one could see how Zuo Yi appeared on the steps in front of the chapel. Only when they were cut off by the blade of the Epee did they wake up and scream of despair!

The intuition of plaid shirt was correct. He was the first to be cut by Zuo Yi and struggled on the ground for the longest time.

"You, you wait..."

Lying in a pool of blood, the plaid shirt gasps and stares at Zuo Yi with bitter eyes: "Paul, Paul will avenge me. He will kill you, peel and peel off your skin..."

Click!

Zuo Yi stepped on his neck and broke the E-Class extraordinary's neck: "I'll wait."

The gunfire and screams disappeared, and peace returned to Paul's monastery.

Stepping on the dirty blood on the ground, Zuo Yi returns to the small square outside from the chapel and looks up at the Griffins in the sky.

It's been cleared, but he hasn't even warmed up yet.

At this time, a gust of wind did not disperse the thick smell of blood in the monastery.

The wind blew the wind bells hanging under the eaves of the chapel, making a clear sound of jingling.