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"Huaxia Sword Sect Nameless has entered the ancient city of Kadechang in the depths of the wasteland, according to the news we have received, the fifth-ranked fallen angel, Ista is in the city, ready to kill Sword Sect Nameless!"

Just five minutes after Han Zheng entered Kadechang City with Sang Mi'er, the K organization finally dropped another bombshell on the myth forum.

In fact, many people have been waiting for news from the K organization, especially the massive number of European IP users, who are waiting for the news of the nameless fall of the Sword Sect.

"Ista will definitely kill the Sword Sect Nameless, let the inferior race die!"

"With the blood of the Hell Royal Clan flowing in your veins, you will definitely let this Chinese person die in trembling......"

"I still say the same thing, I believe that the remaining eight adults will definitely kill Nameless, otherwise, I will eat live broadcast!"

"Use this battle to make that inferior race recognize themselves, they can only curl up in the east to survive, and Ista tears him apart!"

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Soon, comments belonging to the European side came like a tidal wave, the tone was fierce and full of racial ridicule, and for a time a storm of speech swept across the major platforms.

But what makes these people strange is that with such a loud remark against the Chinese nation, no Chinese IP has come out to argue with them.

This abnormal situation made these arrogant and arrogant Europeans suddenly feel that the powerful force is beating out, but they are flashing their waists!

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It was another sunset in a foreign country, and Han Zheng led Sang Mi'er to walk on the streets of the ruined city of Kadechang!

Behind them there was a sheep tied to a rope, but it was dead, and it was a big and a small dinner today.

"Brother, it's here!"

Sang Mi'er, who was walking in front, stopped, stretched out his hand and pointed to the empty café on the side of the street and smiled at Han Zheng.

Han Zheng nodded, and the little girl jumped into the vacant café, responsible for getting some firewood.

Standing on the silent and empty street, Han Zheng's gaze looked at the end of the main road, because there was a six-story building there, and the whole was dark and black.

The building, at the top of the map, was reminded that it was a two-hundred-year-old dark church, and that it was not dedicated to the gods.

"These foreigners are really interesting, what can a church represent, it is better to believe in God than to believe in yourself, you are strong enough that you are God. ”

At sunset, Han Zheng raised his middle finger at the dark church, expressing his disdain and contempt for this cultural inheritance.

But he didn't know that at this moment, many people in all corners of the world were staying in front of their computers, waiting for the K organization to release the latest release, who between him and Ista survived to the end.

Although Han Zheng didn't know what the outside world was paying attention to here, he clearly knew that tonight, there would be a fierce battle in this city!

Retracting his gaze, he turned to clean up the highland sheep, and an hour later, the two of them, one big and one small, were already sitting around the campfire.

The little girl hugged her knees with her arms, and her big eyes stared at the whole sheep that was roasted and golden.

After tasting Han Zheng's craftsmanship, Sang Mi'er was conquered by her appetite, and whenever she was hungry alone, she wanted to eat a meal of Han Zheng's roasted game.

After a while, the whole sheep had been roasted, Han Zheng reached out and tore off one of his hind legs, and gave it to Sang Mi'er with a stack of old newspapers.

"Giggle......

Just as the two of them were eating, an eerie and creepy laugh suddenly echoed around them.

At dusk, in the empty ruined city, there was suddenly such a chilling woman's laughter, and anyone who heard it would panic.

"Brother?"

Sang Mi'er came to Han Zheng's side for the first time, looking around cautiously with big eyes, and the eerie laughter made her very resistant.

Han Zheng patted Xiao Bu's head and signaled that she didn't have to be afraid, in fact, Sang Mi'er herself was still very scary, but as an eight-year-old girl, in this atmosphere, she couldn't help but want to find someone to rely on, which is the nature of women.

"The Sword Sect is nameless, when I heard that you killed O'Neill, it really surprised me, your strength made me look sideways, but your footsteps can only stop there. ”

After the laughter stopped, a very gentle female voice echoed above the two of them, and although the tone was elegant, it exuded an eerie and dead air.

"Thank you for the appreciation, can you wait until I'm full? It's rude for you to interrupt someone's meal like this. ”

"Well, when night falls, a feast of hell is about to begin......"

The elegant female voice simply agreed to Han Zheng's suggestion, and with a single sentence, it disappeared completely as if it had never appeared.

"The girl is eating, and my brother will have a fight with this old witch in a while!"

"Mmmm, my brother will definitely win!"

Listening to Han Zheng's joking words, Sang Mi'er's big eyes suddenly turned into a crescent moon with laughter, and the fear in her heart also dissipated.

The big one and the young two ate for an hour, and Han Zheng wiped out half of the whole sheep in one go, and killed a bottle of country E spirits that he found halfway.

The twilight is gradually replaced by darkness, and tonight the sky is particularly bright with a full moon, and the night sky is like a wash, and the bright stars are competing to shine.

The well-fed Sang Mi'er lay quietly in Han Zheng's warm arms, looking at such a beautiful night sky, with a happy smile like a flower on her little face.

"Click......"

A slight and pure cracking sound interrupted the large and small admiring the night sky, and the sound came from more than ten meters away.

Sang Mi'er is a child after all, and she is very sensitive to some accidents that occur in this environment, so she turned her little head and looked over.

"Ah......h

With Sang Mi'er's exclamation, a vicious wind rushed towards the two of them with a fishy stench, accompanied by a low roar.

Han Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, and as soon as his mind moved, several invisible sword qi burst out from the white jade sword box, strangling the figure that rushed like lightning on the spot.

But this was only the beginning, this kind of figure that came out of the ground around the place, within a few minutes of being broken, there were dozens of them, and the speed was extremely fast, rushing towards the two of them.

Han Zheng hugged Sang Mi'er and did it quietly, not paying attention to the attack of this unknown creature at all.

Hundreds of invisible sword qi surrounded the two of them two meters away, strangling the creatures that pounced on them with a fishy smell and scattered them to slag.

"It's really with the death of the undead, could it be that the city is connected to a Yin Qi burial cave?"

Han Zheng naturally saw clearly what these two people who attacked him were, they were not alien creatures, but they were clearly dead people.

And why did these people's souls not leave this space after they died, Han Zheng thought that there must be someone here who forcibly kept their souls.

"Are you going to kill me with this garbage?"

Standing up, Han Zheng looked in the direction of the dark church, because at this moment, on the cross at the top of the church, there was a bewitching figure.

It's just that behind this figure, there is a pair of huge wings, which can be seen very clearly in the night, it is a pair of black wings that shine with a ghostly light.

"Damn, it's actually the Wing Clan?"

After seeing the other party's form, Han Zheng's knowledge couldn't help but exclaim, but then his surprised gaze dissipated.

The Wing Clan is in the Huanyu, it is a super race that can compete with the human race in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and it is one of the top super races that suppresses the Huanyu Wan Clan.

Although the comprehensive strength is one level lower than that of the Immortal Cultivation Realm Human Race, it is definitely the largest race under the Immortal Cultivation Realm Human Race.

After the initial surprise, Han Zheng retracted the difference on his face, because he had already sensed that this woman with black wings was not a Wing Clan at all, and it could also be said that she was an outlier with a thin Wing Clan's bloodline mutation.

"To introduce myself, I am the fifth on the three-level list, known as the Fallen Angel, and the one who ended your path and left your life on this land forever. ”

Ista's voice was beautiful and gentle, but anyone could tell that in this gentle and elegant voice, there was merciless killing.

Han Zheng's gaze gradually cooled, because from this woman's body, he sensed that the blood in her body was so dirty, and in her human form, she was simply insulting this number one clan in Huanyu.

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