Chapter 682: Are You a Postman?
"Captain!"
Tuluca and the others screamed.
The blade pierced the bald head's skull, and the blood seemed to turn the sky scarlet.
A warrior with a body of steel and a majestic shore like a mountain is now coming to an end.
"Hard!"
The eyes of the surrounding Australian soldiers were all focused on this man.
There was a lot of complexity in his eyes.
Even if the blade had already split his chest at this time, even with such a tragic death, the other party's body was still standing straight.
The upright chest and straight spine, accompanied by the swaying of blood, show the ultimate pride of a warrior.
Although the positions are different, although they are blood feuds with each other.
But from a fighter's standpoint, the other side is a warrior worthy of respect.
It wasn't until the blade sliced open the chest and the straight body fell heavily to the ground that everyone woke up from the sight of the killing.
"Captain!"
Zhao Ke's body was still crawling on the body of the big bald head.
With a touch of his finger in the corner of his eye, the spicy taste of the onion instantly made a line of tears roll down Zhao Ke's eyes.
The other hand remained silent, and quickly put the short sword inserted in the backbone of the big bald head, Yukihimeko, into the postal book.
Holding the remaining half of the big bald head tightly with both hands, Zhao Ke was covered in brains and blood.
That kind of warm and cruel picture, combined with Zhao Ke's low roar, can't help but make people deeply touched.
Because such a picture of life and death separation is staged every day.
Today it's you, tomorrow it's him, maybe ...... It's me the day after tomorrow!
"Revenge!!"
Tuluca roared, his short head like a frenzied hen.
After the figure rushes out of the building, it quickly activates its ability and teleports!
After seeing a phantom flicker, Tuluka appeared behind the undead warrior in the next second.
"Lao Tzu dismantled your bones and stewed the soup!"
The twin spears were held high above their heads, and two large-caliber desert eagles, with silver guns, erupted a deafening roar.
Continuously hit the undead warrior in the knee.
Even if it is an undead race, it has a powerful demonic energy on its body, but it can face the Desert Eagle, such a large-caliber bullet.
At such a close distance, the fragile knee joint was suddenly pierced by a bullet, and the calf was blown out.
Having lost a calf, the undead warrior's body could not maintain balance for a while, and could only support the body with the big sword in his hand.
But at this moment, Tuluka was seen like a rabbit, climbing on the back of the undead warrior, and holding the undead warrior's heavenly spirit cover with two guns.
"To hell!!"
With Tuluca's roar, the muzzle burst into a bright light.
"Bang! Bang! Bang......"
Suddenly, I saw a pungent smell of gunsmoke filling the muzzle of the black hole, "Bang! With a thud, the heavy sword in the undead warrior's hand fell to the ground weakly.
That head, under the bombardment of the desert eagle, was suddenly bombarded into slag.
"Phew! Litter! ”
A single kick shattered the last intact cheekbone that the undead warrior had fallen to the ground.
Tuluka quickly rushed to Zhao Ke's side and said, "Let's go, we're ready to break through!" ”、
The previous big explosion, combined with the silverfish that followed behind at this time, caused large holes to appear on the sides of the encirclement.
At this time, Osho and the others had already begun to cover, and they could break out from the side.
However, Tuluka's hand was pushed away by Zhao Ke.
I saw Zhao Ke untie the tactical belt of the big bald head, staring at the black-robed man not far away with red eyes.
"You go, I'll hold him back! Otherwise, no one will be able to leave! ”
"You're crazy!! You're sending you to death!"
Tuluka was immediately anxious, but Zhao Ke's hand was like an iron hoop, squeezing his wrist tightly, and his eyes were staring at Tuluka solemnly.
Word by word, he shouted clearly to Tuluca: "I said, go." ”
This is not a request, it is more like an order, Zhao Ke's decisive gaze, a very clear and firm tone.
Tuluka's heart was furious, but he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.
They must go, or they must die.
Once you stay here, you will only become a new bait.
"Lao Tzu is waiting for you in the defense area for a day, you just need to get to the place and shoot a flare gun."
Tuluka handed the flare gun to Zhao Ke, turned around and roared, "Retreat." ”
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Seeing this, the black-robed man not far away suddenly looked ugly, if these guys successfully broke through, their mission would fail.
And this time it caused such a big loss, but there were not even a few people left.
This will greatly reduce his position in the Australian military and affect his next follow-up plans.
It's just that he hasn't waited for the black-robed man to prepare to make a move.
A bad omen suddenly appeared in his mind, and the experience of life and death made him activate a black shield at the first time.
"Bang bang ......"
At the same time as the shield was raised, a dense stream of bullets swept over like a torrential rain.
Looking back, it's no one else, it's still Zhao Ke.
At this time, his face, which was mixed with blood and sludge, showed the indomitable and tenacity of a warrior.
With a picked up rifle in one hand, he rushed out from the side and shot at himself frantically.
"Really...... You guy, are you a cockroach? ”
Seeing Zhao Ke, the black-robed man's face was already a little blue, and the joints of the black-robed man clenched into a fist turned pale.
He was really disgusted by this guy.
In his eyes, an ordinary warrior like Zhao Ke resisted desperately without any value, so it was better to go to see Hades as soon as possible.
But Zhao Ke's constant desperate counterattack even disrupted his plan.
Well, he admitted, he also made mistakes.
But his own mistakes were also caused by the bastard in front of him.
"Fool, stop resisting indifferently, you won't understand what kind of existence you are facing."
The face hidden under the black robe showed a sneer.
In his cognition, this high-level warrior was only able to survive until now by relying on his cunning speed and reaching out.
At this time, in order to buy time for his teammates, he had to rush out and confront himself head-on.
But to do so is undoubtedly self-defeating.
"But since you are looking for death like this, I will fulfill you!"
The black-robed man glanced at Tuluka and the others, who were breaking through not far away, and couldn't help frowning.
It seems that time is running out.
He didn't plan to continue wasting time on this little strong.
As the incantation was chanted, a black mist erupted from the ground around it.
Under the churning black mist, you can see all kinds of weird and distorted human faces appearing in the black fog from time to time.
The low wail of the soul made people feel a chill all over their bodies.
Even those Australian soldiers not far away, when they heard this soft and bone-like complaint, they felt unspeakably uncomfortable all over their bodies.
After a while, I felt nauseous in my chest and couldn't breathe.
Demonic Locks.
This is to be able to easily detain people's souls and integrate them into locks, so that they will never be reborn, and they will be entangled with those evil spirits forever.
until it becomes a part of it.
This is a means of self-defense for the black-robed man, but the accuracy is not very good.
After all, without the blessing of other abilities, the power of his own abilities alone has decreased a lot.
But this guy, since he is here to fight hard, he is ready to die.
Against him, this ability couldn't be better.
Sure enough, it was the same as he thought.
When Zhao Ke frantically rushed towards the black-robed man, he really didn't pay too much attention.
In the face of the black fog wrapped around his body, Zhao Ke didn't avoid it, and he couldn't avoid it at all!
The black-robed man also clearly heard the soft sound of "creaking".
It was the sound of the demon tearing his clothes into the flesh, and it was also the most beautiful sound he felt, not one of them.
"Phew! Even if you let you die like this, it will be cheaper for you. ”
The black-robed man scolded viciously.
No matter where he is, most of the people who offend him will be tortured to death by him.
Once in the horror space, a postman who verbally offended him,
The palms and soles of his feet were cut off by himself, and his kneecaps and elbows were crushed.
This guy with the most tenacious vitality was thrown into a desert by himself.
It took ten days to swallow his last breath.
I remember that at the end of the mission, I went out of my way to take a look at that guy.
Then I was surprised to find that he was still alive.
He is worthy of being a melee postman, and his vitality is indeed tenacious.
This guy was in the desert, without water and food, and actually held out for more than ten days.
This man, who was originally more than 200 pounds, wailed for more than ten days, and the tanned person only weighed about 20 pounds!
almost made him wonder if this guy had been transferred.
I remember that at that time, he even wanted to cry and beg him to kill him, but the funny thing was that he couldn't even shed tears, and the water in his body had been depleted.
That pleading look was so pleasant
In the end, he broke his throat and ended his painful journey.
So this guy who ruined his plan, it stands to reason that the treatment will definitely not be bad.
But now I don't have the kung fu to deal with him.
However, just when the black-robed man saw Zhao Ke's figure being engulfed in the black mist of the demon lock, he was about to leave.
Suddenly, I heard a rush of screams.
The screams were not Zhao Ke, but the screams of those demons in the Demon Lock.
They were like they had met some nemesis, and they wanted to escape from Zhao Ke in fear.
"What's going on!"
The black-robed man's eyes immediately bulged out, and the man in the black mist was not devoured by the evil ghost as expected.
A black hammer flashed from his hand, causing the demons to flee in terror, and the black light flashed, ignoring the shields around him, and slammed into his head head-on.
In an instant, the black-robed man's head felt like it was about to be torn apart, and he let out a scream and rolled to the ground.
The resentment was so strong that his mind was about to be drowned.
The whites of his eyes were rapidly turning inky black, holding his head with both hands, staring at Zhao Ke.
At this time, I realized that the other party's steady and light footsteps did not look like an injury at all.
An unexpected thought arose in him, and he couldn't help but scream: "You! You're a postman! ”