Raising his hand to block, the Xingtian shield on his left wrist immediately changed into a large shield one person high according to his mind, erected in front of Zheng Dong, and he hugged Mu Yun'er tightly with his other hand and quickly retreated.

"Bell, bell, bell" three sounds, like a knife slashing on the surface of the shield, the edge of the shield flashed with dazzling electric light, these electric lights did not disappear, they surrounded the perimeter of the shield, like the dead branches of an ink painting in the shield lining the shield.

The pattern of the arc burning on the shield is like a net, converging on his wrist from all directions, and the consequences of his arm being wrapped in the power grid can be imagined, Zheng Dong's mind moved, and the Xingtian shield was put into the Qiankun bag, but in this way, he was completely exposed to the other party's eyes, without any protective measures, and the killing god did not give him a chance to breathe, he approached him step by step, and kept throwing out a crescent-shaped arc in his hand.

Zheng Dong only dodged the attack at this time, holding Mu Yun'er in his arms greatly reduced his flexibility, and the narrow bridge deck was also very limited, an electric arc slashed towards their heads with a "buzzing" sound, he hugged the woman with a back bridge action, the white dazzling arc cut off the hair in front of Zheng Dong's forehead and a wisp of green silk that Mu Yun'er flew up, flew to the opposite bank, split the bodies of three ghouls in a row, and finally attached to a ghoul, forming a dense pattern of dead branches on its body, It turned into a large piece of coke.

The second arc also came to the front, Zheng Dong turned sideways slightly, the arc scratched a shallow scar on his cheek and flew away, the third followed closely and slashed towards his waist, and the fourth and fifth ------, flew to various parts of his body.

The arc on the shield in the Qiankun bag has not completely disappeared, and it cannot be used, Zheng Dong took Mu Yun'er into the air, and after dodging those crescent-shaped arcs, he freed one hand and lifted Mu Yun'er's whip on his right hand, and flicked the whip hard in mid-air, and the whip swept to the shoulder of the killing god, making a bang, after all, it was the master who lost his mind, Zheng Dong did not attack the vital point, and tried to wake him up with this blow, however, two electric arcs suddenly appeared in the hands of the killing god, dancing into a silver windmill, blocking Zheng Dong's attack.

Immediately, the killing god probed forward with both hands, and dozens of arcs flew towards him from above, middle, and down, and from both sides, and there was no room for backward and upward retreat, only downward!

He hugged Mu Yun'er tightly with his left hand, shook the long whip with his right hand, and wrapped it around the railroad tracks, the beauty in his arms closed her eyes tightly, and kissed Yun'er's forehead, Zheng Dong hugged her and fell straight into the abyss, the bottom of a hundred meters deep, the magma boiled and spewed out orange waves, if you fell into it, it could instantly turn into a wisp of white smoke.

They had just fallen from the bridge, and the arc of electricity flashed and struck with a dazzling light, and the spot was already empty. These arcs continued to fly forward for dozens of meters, harvesting hundreds of ghouls and more than a dozen soldiers who had not yet had time to be carried away, most of the people who were unsealed were gathered together, they were the remnants of several regiments and the foreign mercenaries who came to support the new arrival, while most of the ghouls were still imprisoned in time and space, they were slaughtering the monsters around them on one side, and when the bullets were finished, they used bayonets on assault rifles to stab, the scene was extremely cruel.

Due to the large number of ghouls, people who can move understand that only by killing as many ghouls as possible now can they survive the next battle, especially those foreign legion soldiers, seeing that they are twice their size, agile and powerful monsters far beyond ordinary people, the accumulated fear has reached a critical point, at this time, they are still, staring at these terrible creatures but can easily kill them, and the emotions that are almost about to collapse have been vented, A soldier covered in the blood of a ghoul who did not know whether he was himself or a ghoul, repeatedly stabbed, retreated, and retreated------。

Except for the soldier who was tired and slumped on the ground, everyone else was repeating the same movements of the same soldier, and the occasional loud noise from the fierce battle on the bridge would attract the attention of some soldiers, but for the most part, everyone from the regimental commander down to the soldier was busy with the battle in front of them.

It's not that those regiment commanders have big hearts, they have witnessed Zheng Dong's momentum sweeping through thousands of armies, and they have an almost god-like worship of his combat ability, and being able to protect themselves on the battlefield is to help their grand commanders, and the focus of several of them is to protect their subordinates and eliminate the enemy in front of them as much as possible.

What they don't know is that at this moment, the Grand Master they trust is the real fate hanging by a thread, all relying on the power of one arm to grab Mu Yun'er's leather whip wrapped around the rails, the long whip is still reverberating, the rising hot air almost stuns people, the blackened killing god on the railroad track experienced a moment of confusion, found Zheng Dong below them, step by step to the position above the head, now he only needs to make an arc, cut the leather whip, the two people under the bridge can fall into the abyss, and there is no power to return to the sky.

However, he didn't do that, Zheng Dong saw clearly, he didn't have time to think about why the killing god didn't take advantage of the danger of people, returning to the railroad track was what he had to do at the moment, and he had to fight back effectively, otherwise there would be no difference between going up and falling off the situation.

Between the lightning and flint, he calculated in his heart, and at the moment when the leather whip swung to the highest point, he suddenly threw Mu Yun'er, who was holding him tightly in his arms, to the railroad track with one hand, and said secretly in his heart: "Master, I'm sorry." ”

The killing god on the railroad track seemed to be attracted by the person thrown into the air, and at the moment when he lost his mind, Zheng Dong took out the large revolver in the Qiankun bag, quickly fired all the bullets, and a cold smile appeared on the face of the killing god, and the black pupils occupied the eye sockets, reflecting the pitch-black dead air. I saw that he was not in a hurry, strolling forward, dancing with his hands, leaving behind an afterimage like a flower, several bullets were caught by him with his hands, just as he looked down at Zheng Dong, a swimming snake suddenly appeared in front of him, the snake's head hit his right chest fiercely, the ribs were broken, pierced into the lobes of the lungs, his hands covered his chest and coughed violently, he couldn't stand for a while, knelt down on one leg, and spit out a mouthful of blood "poof".

Shooting is to attract his attention, the real killing move is the long whip that is drawn towards him, hanging on him is Mu Yun'er's long whip, he is whipping the killing god is the silver leather whip found in the coffin of the Templar Ridge, after all, it is his master, and he has collected nearly nine points of strength to barely guarantee not to penetrate his right chest, but this is enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness. The killing god was already kneeling down on his legs at this time, still coughing up blood, and Mu Yun'er, who was thrown in the air, was also falling rapidly.

Zheng Dong put the silver whip into the Qiankun bag, pulled the leather whip hanging on the rails, swung it hard, and stretched out a hand to pick up Mu Yun'er, almost when the leather whip reached the lowest point, Zheng Dong just caught up with her and held her in his arms.

Full of the fragrance of gardenias, the familiar smell, he closed his eyes and let out a breath, controlled his body, increased the amplitude of the swing, the leather whip carried the weight of the two people in the swing back and forth, the swing amplitude became larger and larger, and when it swung to a certain position, Zheng Dong intuitively let go, with the help of inertia, he could just grab the rail in front of him, and escaped.

was about to let go of the leather whip in his hand, Mu Yun'er's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth spread into his familiar smile.