"Terrorism!" Liu Mang's words made Xia Ling sober up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Terrorism is the cruelest and craziest guy in the world. Every one of them is a madman, or rather, a religious lunatic. They have no regard for the lives of others, and they don't care about their own lives.

This group of people are all inhumane guys who can't be called human at all. And the purpose of their existence is to destroy, destroy, destroy, and destroy. Destroy everything in sight, destroy everything, including themselves.

Unable to understand their thinking, they are not normal people. Xia Ling had also heard such words at that time, but he was not easy for such a person, because he did not think that anyone would have such thoughts.

But everything today tells him that his ideas are wrong. Anti-government, careerist, terrorist. Xia Ling looked at one of the bearded men, laughing and spitting out the tongue of fire of the machine gun in his hand.

One by one, the figures fell in a pool of blood, they were moaning and screaming. Some didn't even scream, they just died. Those godless eyes widened, as if they still had attachment to the world and that unwillingness.

Blood, sprinkled on the ground, stained red one by one. Xia Ling's eyes seemed to have turned bloody. Anger, unspeakable anger filled Xia Ling's chest.

A cool air flow entered Xia Ling's body from Xia Ling's chest. But this coolness did not calm Xia Ling, but was even more full of cold breath.

He was angry, but he was calmer. Two extreme emotions appeared in Xia Ling's body. There is a mysterious energy, like a seed, that has finally begun to sprout.

Liu Mang looked at Xia Ling, who had an incomparably cold aura beside him, and his pupils contracted slightly. But he didn't say anything, and at the moment, he wasn't going to do anything.

Because it was enough to have one Xia Ling, Xia Ling's body rushed out like a cannonball. In his hand, he didn't know when there was an extra sickle, and he held a sickle in each hand and slashed through the air.

A big man in a white suit with slightly dark skin used the machete in his hand to cut an old man in half with laughter. Blood covered him, but he seemed to have the source of the greatest happiness, and laughed maniacally.

A ghostly light flashed, and the big man was still laughing wildly with his big knife in hand. It's just that his smile is getting stiffer and stiffer as his head is already spinning in the air. Until this time, he still maintained the posture of slashing people with a big knife, but in his neck, a stream of blood sprayed out wildly.

Killing, Xia Ling has never experienced before. He didn't want to experience it, because he came to human society, and who would be killed. Killing human beings themselves, such a practice made Xia Ling dare not imagine.

But today, he wants to kill enough. Because in his eyes, this group of guys is not a person at all, not even a person, so he will definitely not be soft when he kills, and the more people in this group of people die, the better.

Xia Ling was very fast, and when he killed a terrorist, he didn't attract the attention of others. However, when Xia Ling reappeared in front of a man with two spears and cut off his head, Xia Ling finally began to attract attention.

Terrorists are not ordinary characters who only slaughter ordinary people, each of them is specially trained. And everyone is proficient in martial arts. In particular, they are proficient in the ability to kill, which they must also cultivate.

The bullet quickly vented towards Xia Ling's body. At this time, Xia Ling had already responded, and his whole body turned rapidly, constantly changing direction. Bullets hit him behind him and on the ground.

Because at this time, in Xia Ling's eyes, the orbits of these bullets have been completely mastered by Xia Ling. I don't know why, Xia Ling seems to have a foreknowledge, and every time he dodges these bullets dangerously.

But his limit is exactly like this, the strength of the gun is not something that Xia Ling's muscles can resist. Xia Ling flew into a store, and a volley of bullets hit the wall.

The sudden sound sounded, and they all hit Xia Ling's side, and the dust and broken glass continued to fly. Xia Ling looked at the ground, where a mirror stood upside down.

"Kill him for me!" The terrorists shouted loudly, and at the same time they gradually advanced, suppressing Xia Ling with firepower so that Xia Ling could not come out at all. The others entered little by little, and when the encirclement was closed, even if Xia Ling was innate strength, he could only wait for death.

A cold light flashed, reflecting the fire. No one reacted, and by the time they did, they had already discovered that one of the terrorists had a glass shard stuck in his throat.

The shards of glass had already entered his neck, and the guy, who was constantly shooting, fell down on his back, and a shuttle of bullets hit the sky. Taking advantage of their slack time, Xia Ling rushed out.

Along with it, there are two glass throwing knives. One of them was stabbed to death without reacting, but the strength of this group was good after all, and one of them actually used the weapon in his hand to knock the glass away.

A group of terrorists looked at Xia Ling who rushed out in shock and anger. And Xia Ling held two sickles in his hands, and there was a faint light flowing on the sickles, as if one by one the souls were roaring.

It was indeed a roar, and a person was once again harvested by Xia Ling's head with a sickle. For this group of guys, Xia Ling will definitely not show mercy, and there are still six people left around at this time.

Each of the six heinous terrorists has a weapon in his hand, both hot and cold. This group of guys with extremely rich combat experience attacked Xia Ling at the same time at this moment.

Xia Ling leaned forward, dodging the attack of one of them. At the same time, the scythe in his hand swept left and right, and the two people were left with only their legs on the ground, but their bodies had fallen to the ground, and they let out painful wails one by one.

Next, Xia Ling launched a frenzied slaughter. The two scythes in his hands turned into two weapons to harvest life, constantly harvesting this group of souls who had fallen into depravity.

And Xia Ling's two scythes are so sharp, all the guys with weapons can't hold out for a round under his hands. Because the weapons in their hands, as soon as they came into contact with Xia Ling's sickle, they were cut in half like cutting tofu, and their heads were cut off unabated.

In just one minute, Xia Ling had already dismembered all these people. Not a single person's body was intact, most of them were decapitated, and blood was already dripping all over the street.

Xia Ling stood there, two sickles hanging from the ground. Blood flowed down the tip of the scythe to the ground, making a ticking sound. A rocket launcher, with a silver tail flame, angrily bombarded Xia Ling.

With a loud bang, the place where Xia Ling was standing just now had turned into a deep pit. Countless fragments flew everywhere, a powerful wave of qi that tore apart anything that came close.

On the roof, Xia Ling was running quickly. No one saw how he got up, but it was obvious that the rocket artillery just now had no effect on Xia Ling at all, and he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

A guy with a rocket launcher, and before the smile on his face went down, he saw a figure quickly slashing past him. After that, he didn't know anything, because his head had been separated from his body.

Xia Ling stood on the roof of the building, kicked the corpse down the building, and then saw a rocket launcher. Xia Ling would love to be able to use this rocket launcher, but unfortunately he won't use it.

A trace of regret crossed Xia Ling's eyes, and then, Xia Ling went down from the upper floor again. This time, the number of terrorists is very large, and several streets are full of terrorists, who want to create a huge disaster in this city.

When this group of terrorists came here, they had no intention of going back. Here, a frenzied destruction unfolded, like locusts, blooming in the center of the city, fleeing in all directions.

The consequence of this is that Xia Ling will not directly face a large number of people, but they will cause great trouble to the city if they run around like this. Xia Ling didn't have time to think about anything else, so he rushed out.

Countless terrorists died at the hands of Xia Ling. The soul reaper in Xia Ling's hand hissed, as if he hadn't sucked enough blood to express his desire.

Countless cries resounded in his ears, and Xia Ling felt so powerless for the first time. Now, he can only do his best to save more people.

A little boy was rescued by Xia Ling under the terrifying knife of a terrorist. The price was Xia Ling's shoulder, and he was stabbed. If you want Xia Ling to be injured, then you must pay the price yourself.

The price you pay is your life. Xia Ling hugged the little boy and said to him with a smile: "Take care of yourself, these guys are not people, we don't have to take them to heart." ”

Xia Ling's smile made the little boy forget the fear just now. At this time, Xia Ling's cheerful smile gave him a trace of courage, and he nodded involuntarily.

Xia Ling smiled, picked up the double sickle again, and harvested the life that had lost its meaning. Killing, this is Xia Ling's first time, he has never touched a human being, and he has never killed anyone.

Today was Xia Ling's first killing, and it was the first time he felt that his hands were covered with the blood of the same kind, and it was so heavy. But he knew that these people in front of him could no longer be regarded as human beings, they were a group of beasts.

Kill them, you can save more people, Xia Ling will not have the slightest sense of guilt, one word, kill!

The blood had already stained Xia Ling's clothes red, and the soul reaper in his hand let out a soft roar of excitement. In his chest, it is as if there is a power that takes root in his body.