The face on the human skin shroud is the face of a girl, but the face that has been crushed and flattened does not have the slightest pain, plain, and even full of enjoyment.

"Tick", a drop of white liquid drips from the underside of the wrap and hits the ground with a crisp sound.

My hairs suddenly exploded, and my whole body subconsciously wanted to rush forward, completely against the wall, and my face was tightly pressed against the woman's skin.

There was a cracking sound in the air, and a silver glow flew against the skin on the back of my neck, piercing the wall behind me.

Silence snapped open his eyes, his eyes filled with sinister energy, and he looked down the hall at the end of the hallway.

Feeling the wetness on my face, I quickly moved away, only to see that the empty eyes of the woman on the wall were constantly oozing red blood.

A sudden surge of anger welled up in my heart, and I jerked around and looked into the center of the hall in front of me.

At some point, a chair appeared there, a rickety Taishi chair, and a dark shadow sat on it, and I couldn't see the man's face in the dim light, but it didn't matter.

I walked slowly towards the man, followed closely by the monk of the Yuandu, his eyes did not look at the man, but carefully stared at his hands, the blade of the machete rubbed against the palm of his left hand, bringing out a bloodstained machete.

Yan Yu followed last, and the moment he spotted the man, he pointed his rifle at the man.

"Click, click", heavy footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, my steps became slower and lighter, and the distance between me and there gradually decreased.

My pace slowed down and I stopped moving at the end, and the distance narrowed to less than five meters.

"Kill!" I suddenly roared, kicked my feet off the ground, and the whole person quickly rushed into the air, and the twin blades of my fingertips slashed down from the air as the Green Dragon Glaive, slashing at the person's head.

"Heh", there was a chuckle in the air, and Zhu Yanguang was still lying on the Taishi chair, swinging back and forth.

"Ding!" The twin blades were only less than ten centimeters away from the top of his head, Zhu Yanguang finally reacted, his right hand was raised up suddenly, and a silver light flashed in his hand, blocking my fierce blow.

The twin blades paused in the air with the silver glow in his hand, and I fell back to the ground, staring at the man in front of me.

"Here are three more who are not self-conscious," he said suddenly, his voice lazy, but echoing through the hall.

My heart sank, this person is stronger than me, maybe he has a fight with the mad emperor upstairs, no, even higher than him.

"You killed those people?" Naturally, I wouldn't ask such a stupid question as who you are, I said coldly.

"No, no, no", Zhu Yanguang lay on the Taishi chair, put his hands in his pockets, and said lazily.

"Are we looking for the wrong person again?" I frowned, but listened to the man continue.

"It's not just people, as long as it's all the creatures in this building, I killed them, no, except for the madman on the roof, you should have seen that madman, right?"

My heart grew heavier and heavier, and I single-handedly got rid of ninety-nine percent of the people in the building, and guessed that we had already met the mad emperor, a man not to be underestimated.

"Dumb?" Seeing my solemn gaze, Zhu Yanguang frowned, took his right hand out of his pocket, and slowly raised it.

"Then there's no need to live!" He made a sudden move, and his right hand swung forward, and a tiny silver glow flew out of his cuff and towards my cheek.

"As for being in such a hurry?" I sneered, and crossed my hands over my chest to block his silver glow.

A scalpel more than ten centimeters long fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"You're the doctor here?" I didn't rush back, turned to observe the layout of the hall, and said, "Then why did you kill everyone here, and the zombies." ”

Zhu Yanguang missed the blow, and did not continue to attack, lying on the Taishi chair, and said with a smile: "Why? Because they have too many words. ”

"Really?" I looked at him with a smirk, turned and fumbled for the switch on the wall, exposing my back to him with a big grin.

His body moved slightly, and a trace of intention flashed in his eyes, but as soon as his right hand touched the scalpel at the cuff, he felt the fierce light on Yan Yu's face, and the automatic rifle was already aimed at his chest.

"Smack!" I slammed the switch, and the light bulb at the top of the hall flickered twice, then burst into light.

Only then did I see his appearance clearly, a man in his forties and fifties, dressed in a clean white robe, with a scar more than ten centimeters long on his slender face from the upper left corner of his forehead to the corner of his mouth, and his eagle-eyed eyes exuded fierceness.

The sudden bright light stung Zhu Yanguang's eyes, and he closed his eyes suddenly, but his right hand swiped forward.

"Now," I burst into a burst of applause, lunging forward, stabbing both hands into the eye.

"You want to sneak up on me!" Although his eyes were closed, the silver light from the twin blades still flashed in his eyes, and his right hand that swiped forward flipped violently, and a small knife appeared in his hand, just blocking my double blades.

At the same time, Yan Yu pulled the trigger, a spinning bullet flew towards Zhu Yanguang's arm, and the monk also swung a machete and slashed at him.

"You all have to die!" Zhu Yanguang suddenly opened his eyes, his body spun to the right suddenly, and he twisted a slight amplitude with the Taishi chair to the side, just dodging the bullet.

"Boom!" A powerful momentum came from the Taishi's chair, and his left hand slammed into my abdomen, shaking me backwards again and again, I snorted and clung to the wall, and there was a feeling of soreness all over my body, and my bones seemed to be shattered.

"Thunder Half Moon Slash!" The monk stared at him, not angry, and swung the machete in his hand at the man's chest with a crescent moon wrapped around it.

"Thunder Half Moon Slash?" Zhu Yanguang chuckled, a silver-white scalpel slipped down his cuffs, and his right hand waved upwards violently, while chuckling: "The name is a good name, but I don't know how effective it is." ”

"Ding!" The machete of the monk of Yuan Yuan collided with Zhu Yanguang's scalpel, and the strong momentum actually cut off the scalpel in his hand, and slashed at his face with great force.

Zhu Yanguang's face changed suddenly, his feet kept rubbing on the ground, and his body quickly retreated, but he could dodge the sharp knife of the monk Yuanyuan, but the knife carried on the blade cut through the white robe on his chest, and the slightest debris slipped from his chest, falling to the ground like a feather.

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