My Doomsday Territory Chapter 380
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Chapter 380: 380
Time goes back a minute ago .
Inside the courtyard without light .
The doors and windows inside the room were tightly closed, and the figure was facing the size of a fist in front of it, emitting a faint red light crystal ball, bowing, and whispering back:
” . . . Yes, yes, no problem, you must bring back enough offerings . “
The red light of the crystal ball faded .
The silhouette of the house put it away and began to plan the next hands-on target .
Orphans with excellent talents and weak strengths are his first choice . There are three orphanages in Pingliang . Although they were looted three days ago, the other two orphanages are still under strict security .
Provoking Pingliang officials at this time is very dangerous .
But the figure didn’t care, just like at this moment, in the enemy camp, the entire Pingliang Security Bureau was tracking, but he was not panicking .
‘How can those idiots find me? Even if I find them, I want to stay and stay, a big and fair man, who can stop them . ’
The lips of the silhouette in the dark are raised, ‘if it were not accidentally touched… it ’s impossible to imagine that the world would be so vast . ’
He murmured .
Wrist raised for a glance at the time, ready to leave, change back to his identity on the bright side .
suddenly,
He paused, looked up at the roof, and made an inconspicuous noise that came into his ears .
The figure’s face changed slightly . “Unexpectedly, they can really find it here, so don’t blame me . . . “
He showed a fierce color, and the high-level rune sword given by the End Gods was scabbard at the waist, and the silver-bright sword cut at the people on the roof .
The roof burst .
At first glance, he was the awakener wearing a black cape and a sand monk’s mask .
‘Is n’t it someone from the Security Bureau? ’
The leader of the gods pays secretly, but his hands keep moving .
Appearing in this courtyard, as long as they are not the people of the terminal religion, they can only return them to the arms of the terminal .
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Daoguang killed another person .
“when–“
The sharp blade collided with a fist like jade, making a sound of iron and stone symphony .
The boss of the gods changed his face .
The sword in his hand is a magic weapon, compared with the rune knife originally equipped by the Security Bureau, like paper .
No matter how thick the steel plate, he can easily cut it with this advanced rune sword .
Cut on the meat boxing, but did not even break the skin .
Sun Yu used both hands and feet to start a close fight .
Dangdang’s voice echoed in the night .
The old courtyard house collapsed as a result of the aftershocks when the two first met .
The leader of the gods is completely out of favor .
His face changed and changed .
‘Who is it? Could it be the people of the Zulong War Corps, and Pingliang’s hidden super master? No, no, if it was Pingliang’s siege, there should not be only a few people, and there is no need to wear a cloak to hide yourself, who is it! ’
Time has passed for more than ten seconds, and the two have fought no less than a hundred moves .
The head of the cult glanced at Yu Guang, seeing the other four cloak men who might be around at any time, knowing that he couldn’t continue .
No longer wielding a knife, he burst into a drink, a short hair grew rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, his hair rose like a steel needle, getting longer and longer, and as flexible as a snake, like numerous threads, stabbed at Sun Yu .
Sun Yu’s complexion changed slightly, turning her fists into palms, stopping the sharp hair that stabbed her face .
Like being stabbed by a sharp steel needle .
The palms of his fully jade jade felt tingling .
The cult leader’s momentum erupted, such as a gust of wind sweeping around, hair that was two or three meters long stretched again, not only covering Sun Yu, but also attacking several people next to Cai Jiajia .
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A desperate look .
The next moment, the hairs of these thorns were broken like a gecko’s tail . From the sharp silk thread that walked, they turned into a steel needle and shot at Sun Yu .
Each needle is enough to penetrate ten millimeters thick steel plate, and the fragile body of the human awakener is unable to resist at all .
With this trick, even if they are also nine masters, if they are not careful, they will be killed immediately .
The chief of the cult was not to kill the enemy, he was released with a trick, and leaped toward the other side of the courtyard .
“Huh, if it wasn’t too big . . . ” He turned back, wanting to see how many people died under his trick .
The monkey-faced cloak man with a body like jade who just met him just now, his arms dancing, blocking a lot, the remaining steel needles pierced on the man, it seemed to have little effect .
The leader of the cult has expected it, after all, he is the most powerful one who can open up with him .
But a few others . . .
His eyes widened suddenly .
Some people draw a circle with their arms, and the source gas spews out to form a continuously rotating shield, blocking the steel needle as much as possible .
Some cloak men, when they do not know when they have jumped out of ten meters away, beyond the range of the steel needle .
The dense steel needles shot the ground in the courtyard and the surrounding walls that had not collapsed, shooting like a horse’s honeycomb, with sores and scares .
“One two three four . . . wait, there is another cape man ?!”
As soon as the cult boss turned back, he bumped into a sand monk’s face mask .
The thick face seemed to taunt him silently .
“You’re looking for death . “
He slashed out at the same time, and controlled the growth of hundreds of hairs, turning them into steel needles and shooting them out—the cult leader who just broke out, and his short hair was bald a lot . Hundreds of hairs were already his . The limit .
But when hundreds of steel needles flew out, the cape man wearing the sand monk’s mask not far away stepped out, and the whole person turned into a streamer, appeared on his side, and the deadly sword light struck him .
The cult leader temporarily changed his block .
Dang .
The sand monk’s mask instantly appeared on his other side, and the cult leader bent over to avoid it .
For the third time, the figure moved almost flashing, with a sharp dagger running across his throat .
“Ho ~ Ho ~”
The cult leader’s eyes widened, unwilling, stiffly looking not far away, and before falling straight, he heard the voice from the monkey face mask on the other side .
“This is a trick that strikes you . You have mastered it, but unfortunately I still want to use him to feed him . “
The leader of the cult fell unwillingly, with remorse, and slammed down, and the scarlet blood flowed out, staining the courtyard floor with red .
. . .
Two or three streets away from the courtyard .
A team of five people, awakened under the Pingliang Security Bureau, is on duty .
A crackling noise ~ www . novelhall . com ~ came from a distance .
The couple’s faces changed, and they rushed away in the direction of the sound .
Half a minute later, they stood in front of a collapsed courtyard door .
It can be seen that there is a dead body that has fallen to the ground and has no sense of breath .
next moment,
The yellow flare burst into the sky and exploded like a firework .
A few minutes later, a captain-level master of the Security Bureau, with a dozen subordinates, rushed here .
After ten minutes .
The director of the Security Bureau, the head of the eastern city guard, and some masters of Zulong came to this courtyard .
Looking at the messy battlefield . . . one by one, his face was dignified .
Seems like something gross!
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