Chapter 341

Sarigal a mouthful of blood spurted out, eyes slightly flashing, palpitation.

If undead himself changes his position and takes a step back, he must be split in two.

Looking at Zhang Xingyun's appearance, it's probably the same plan.

Sarigal was half kneeling on the ground with a medicine bottle in his hand. The liquid left along the wound and the blood coagulated wherever he went.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Xingyun, "you are not killing God Baiqi, why do you kill God Baiqi?"

Shaligar has seen Zhang Xingyun's battle, and just then he was killed by Baiqi.

Although it's not complete, because of its unique nature, there is no move similar to it. To say that this man has nothing to do with the murderer Baiqi, and he doesn't believe in his own death.

"Baiqi, the God of killing, can't pass on the tricks yet?" Zhang Xingyun sneered.

Zhang Xingyun also knows that there is no such thing as a god of death, or even a leader. Naturally, there is no comparison with other organizations.

It's hard to keep the second rate status in the dead world.

This time, Zhang Xingyun takes Ming Xue as an example to find out the opportunity and make clear the position of the dead world.

Whether the God of death is in vain or not, you can not provoke the death world.

"I didn't expect Baiqi to have an apprentice." Sarigal chest injury is no longer blood, slowly stood up, eyes of greed is not covered.

"I have to admit that you are good, but now I think you are worth more to live than to die." Sarigal licked his cracked lips.

Ming blood's No. 0 werewolf has his own strong points. Sarigal's own strength is limited, but he has the ability that no one else has.

Copy.

The nether claw used to fight Zhang Xingyun is actually a unique skill of ice field raptors, but he has seen it and will naturally.

As long as you give him some time, all kinds of tricks can be cracked by him one by one, and then copied into his own moves.

However, he can only learn with their own level, or strength is lower than their own.

As for those who are better than themselves, whether they can see clearly or not, whether they can live to learn is a problem.

Shaliqual thinks that since Zhang Xingyun is the descendant of Baishi, he must have some cultivation skills. If he can get it, he will have his own name.

At that time, Baiqi became famous because he realized the anger of killing himself when he fought with Shenjing, and then became a super God.

Even if the real cultivation of the God of killing Bai Qi is not yet in the divine realm, no one dares to question his strength, because the one who died in the divine realm can no longer die.

Although shalgar has stepped into the void half step now, it is still difficult to go further. If he learns to kill himself, he can kill other werewolf zero instantly.

Apart from the Ming God, there is no one who can suppress himself.

These are just shaligar's own imagination. If Zhang Xingyun told him that he was the God of killing in vain, I don't know what kind of expression would appear on his face.

"I really want to live, but this life is not given by you!" Zhang Xingyun mobilizes the internal force in her body, continuously circulates, and pours into the black remnant knife.

The originally dull blade surface sparkled and turned into a flash of lightning in the dark, piercing the space.

After he killed the God of killing, shalighalgen could not respond to the boundless scenery. The shadow of the residual knife was reflected in his pupil.

The cold light flashed and an arm flew out.

"Ah

Sarigal howled.

Originally proud of the face of the blood color, but it is the face of the rub on the blood let him fear.

The limbs of werewolves are the product of the fusion of the special technology of Ming blood, which can be said to be the existence of the fierce fighting power of the werewolf. Besides the powerful body skill, it is more sensitive than the ordinary people's nervous system.

The pain is twice as high as in normal people.

The pain of cutting flesh and bone made sarigal's eyes red.

"This knife is night." Zhang Xingyun is like the voice of a God, even in the dark, but life does not have a trace of resistance.

Sarigal tried to stand up, trying to get away from Zhang Xingyun.

"It's Susan's knife."

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of blood.

There was another bloodstain on sarigal's back, and blood splashed all over the place for a while.

Zhang Xingyun flashed out and lifted his feet. Shaligal kicked him.

This time, the top of the prison was directly pierced, and the light shone down the hole.

The underground prison is at the bottom of the Imperial Palace, which has been surrounded by bodyguards for a long time.

Sarigal saw the bodyguards, and with another bite of blood, he steadied himself and left the prisonHis voice is trembling. Even though he is still thinking about how to calculate Zhang Xingyun, his body is honest. The shaking comes from the gap of strength.

Zhang Xingyun is not in a hurry to chase sarigal, but she has an imperceptible smile in her mouth.

The hand is dripping blood remnant knife, step by step came out of the prison.

Behind him was a long bloodstain.

Sarigal's breath has been marked by himself. Even if he fled, he was sure that he would die without a burial place.

Seeing the black muzzle of a gun outside the prison, Zhang Xingyun's brutal factors in the blood keep shouting.

I haven't felt like that for a long time.

Since returning to China, he has been constantly suppressing this restlessness, and blood is rare.

After all, it was the place he vowed to protect, but now it was not Huaxia, so he had no scruples.

He never claimed to be a saint and saved people from fire and water.

On the contrary, he prefers the name of the God of killing. Killing to stop killing is his style.

The change of his mood made his anger and spirit of killing rise.

His eyes are calm, but people dare not look directly at it. It seems that you can crush your soul in an instant.

Those bodyguards with guns pointing at Zhang Xingyun, the more they have seen blood, the deeper they feel.

Because I have experienced it, I know more about the spirit of death.

Is to let people no longer have a glimmer of hope, step by step into hell.

In front of him is a god of killing, and the red flag around him is faintly filled with a layer of light bloody gas.

The sound of the falling gun came, and the bodyguard between Zhang Xingyun and shaligal couldn't avoid it.

As soon as I get close to this man, I feel that the air is full of thick blood gas, and the feeling of suffocation sweeps through everyone present.

"Waste!"

In the twinkle of shaligar's eyes, he grabbed a bodyguard and threw it at Zhang Xingyun. He turned around and ran away, throwing two bodyguards at the same time.

It's easy for Zhang Xingyun to avoid these cannons, but if he does, these bodyguards will have no way to live.

Sarigal will not just throw two people over. If Zhang Xingyun doesn't pick up, these people will only fall to the ground and shatter their internal organs.

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