Chapter 171: Two hundred and ninety-nine, bookkeeping

Crash!

Before he could finish speaking, the steward was smashed in the face by the ruins and rubble.

The steward was furious: "Who the fuck is this-"

Rumble!

The ceiling was shattered by the strong man of the dove clan, and the strong man of the dove clan fell to the second floor, and the sword light also descended, and once again slashed towards Lan Zhi like lightning.

Lan Zhi flashed to the side, and the cold sword light grazed Lan Zhi's arm and slashed straight at the wall.

The solid walls, made of obsidian stone and stone bricks, made an overwhelming cracking sound.

The strong man of the dove clan draws his sword and slashes again!

Lan Zhi flashed again.

Flash left and right, up and down.

Her movements seemed to be irregular, but after the strong man of the dove clan swung more than a dozen swords in a row, he suddenly found that something was wrong-

But the effect of the poison made him react much slower than usual, and before he could react that something was wrong, Lan Zhi had already stopped dodging, and his five fingers suddenly buckled: "It's over!" ”

Every time she dodged, she pulled a soul wire, and at this time, the soul silk had already stopped the other party's front and back, left and right, and she took it away.

The subtle and sharp soul thread immediately tightened on his body!

As the screams rang out, warm blood splattered onto Lan Zhi's face.

She raised her hand and looked in the direction from which the screams came, and saw that it was a man with no skin on the steward's body, holding a sharp stone and smashing it on the other's head.

The steward cried out, "Ahhhh

The man held the sharp stone and looked at him condescendingly, his voice was hoarse and full of hatred: "That's it? ”

The steward realized something and immediately shouted, "I'm not a man, I'm a dog!" The dog slave kneels down and kowtows to apologize! ”

Bang!

The stone in the man's hand smashed down again: "What else? ”

The steward was so angry that he was unwilling to beg for mercy, and scolded hatefully: "If you dare to do this to me, I will definitely make your life worse than death!" I will definitely cut off my life (don't shield it) in front of everyone and cut it into pieces for you to eat it all! ”

"Someone! Bring me someone! Where did all the people out there die?! ”

Lan Zhi searched the things on the strong man of the dove clan as quickly as possible, turned his head to see this scene, and kindly told him: "I'm sorry, the people outside are dead." ”

The steward said with a white face: "Impossible! ”

Lan Zhi's words shattered his self-confidence: "I killed it." ”

She pointed to the dove powerhouse whose blood had spread all over the place: "Like this. ”

The steward looked at the man, and then at her, and finally realized that things were completely out of control, and wanted to get up and run away, but how could the man give him this opportunity?

As soon as he saw that he was about to run, the man covered his face with a large rock, and at once he broke his breath.

Lan Zhi waited for the man to finish smashing before he said, "Raise your hand." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and before his hand moved, a glimmer of light flashed, and the handcuffs broke in response.

Lan Zhi then helped him cut the chains on his feet and looked at him.

He had only one piece of obscene pants that could not be seen in its original color, and his fair and muscular body was full of criss-crossing wounds, whiplashes, burns, abrasions, scratches, cuts, wounds, rolled wounds, mixed with red mud, new and old, and a face was full of blood, and he couldn't see his face at all.

She felt that he was not very old, so she asked, "Are you a student of Pinglan?" ”

The man had noticed that she was wearing the robe of Pinglan Star Courtyard before: "No. ”

Lan Zhi heard that he was not, and originally wanted to turn around and leave, but seeing that he didn't look like he had much strength, he was a little pitiful, so he took a bottle of Songxia in the storage bracelet and threw it to him: "Two hundred and ninety-nine star yuan, keep the account first." ”

(End of chapter)