As soon as Lux's words fell, those crazy believers rushed towards Yan Zheng and the others, their eyes were occupied by purple, and they had that joyful and satisfied smile on their faces, just like the smile of an old man who had completed a full life before he died, looking at his children and grandchildren full of smiles, if it was really an old man, it would be fine, but most of these crazy believers were middle-aged and young, and this kind of smile appeared on their faces at this moment, it looked so weird and terrifying.

The fanatical state of the believers does make the warriors feel frightened, but these people are not well-trained soldiers after all, even if the blessing of the lord allows them to get out of the mortal body and get the body of a monk, but the combat skills and combat experience are not something that others can give, under the command of the commander of the discipline, the remaining four people formed a gun formation to resist the impact of the believers, their attacks are disorderly, and there is no cooperation at all, but each of them is not afraid of death, even in the face of the sharp spear plated with yaoyin, they do not hesitate to rush forward, Those in front were pierced by the blades of their spears, but those behind continued to push forward, vowing to devour alive these wicked people who had blasphemed the Lord.

Yan Zheng clenched his long sword and rushed towards the frenzied believer, he flew up and kicked one of the believers led by him, his thick military boots stomped on his smiling face, and the long sword in his hand stabbed downward, depriving the believer of his life, and then he ignored the blood spreading under his feet and rushed towards the other believer.

The believer showed a harmless smile to Yan Zheng, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his purple eyes, and he stretched out his hands to grab Yan Zheng's neck, Yan Zheng slammed the hilt of the sword in his hand into the temples of the believer, and then slashed horizontally, cutting off half of his head, blood splattered out, staining half of Yan Zheng's face, he wiped the blood from his face casually, and continued to rush forward.

The tall wrestler crossed his arms, like a jade carved Buddha statue with a solemn expression standing not far away, behind him, more believers were constantly coming out of the dense forest, joining the battle of the siege team, if Yan Zheng remembered correctly, there were only a few dozen believers around the altar at that time, but now there are more than these, not to mention those who are drilling out of the dense forest, where did these people come from? Could it be that there are other altars hidden in the depths of the forest that they don't know?

The current critical situation does not allow Yan Zheng to think carefully, just the six of them are already powerless to deal with these dozens of crazy believers, let alone double the number, but the unfathomable Lord Taichang did not come, he should disdain to attack these mortals, so now the backbone of this group of believers is the tall wrestler, as long as he kills him, then these believers are not worried, not to mention that Shen Dutong has received the signal, and now he should be on the way to answer them.

Yan Zheng naturally understands the principle of shooting people first and horses first, and capturing thieves and king first, but it is indeed a little difficult to face these crazy believers, and the broken steel recipe starts on its own with Yan Zheng's mind, and the tide composed of scarlet blood and qi sets off stormy waves in his body again, and the meridians that have been repeatedly destroyed have become more and more tenacious, and they have been able to resist the impact of some tides, Yan Zheng felt a powerful force in his heart, and the pores leaked out and bleed due to the impact of the force, but fortunately, the skin did not crack, but it just made Yan Zheng become a bloody person.

Several crazy believers were suddenly swept away by a strong force, and the believers who drilled out of the dense forest behind them were also shaken over, and the momentum of the believers' impact was suddenly blocked, Yan Zheng pulled out the dagger on his waist, turned over and stabbed straight through, piercing the chest of the believer who wanted to sneak attack behind him, he turned around and stabbed the chest of another believer with a dagger, disemboweling him.

He rushed into the crowd alone, the two weapons in his hands slashed in, the believers with smiles on their faces as if they did not feel pain, and attacked Yan Zheng one after another, Yan Zheng swung a huge fan with his long sword, and the believers in front of him were divided into two, flying blood, laughter continued, and the heads and severed limbs that broke away from the body smashed to the ground, at this moment he was like a bloody demon god, and he had long been unable to tell who the blood was all over his body.

Yan Zheng stretched out his left and right arms, sweeping a gap in the believers, a terrible scream made him look back, under the continuous impact of the believers, the gun array composed of four people was in danger, even if Ji Wuchang fought with all his strength, he could not prevent the collapse of the defense line, a soldier had been thrown to the ground by the crazy believers, countless hands grabbed the soldier, and removed the armor on his body, the believers still had smiles on their faces, they scrambled to lean down and gnaw the soldier's body with their teeth.

"Fuck off! You crazy people, why are you smiling? Why do you laugh? Don't come near me again, I'm going to kill you, shut up! Shut up! Why are you enjoying it so much? Why are you laughing when you're killed? I'm going to stick a spear in your throat, and you'll never laugh again!" ”

Liu Hong's hoarse shout followed, and the broken spirit began to make him incoherent, and he still kept holding his spear and stabbing incessantly, trying to drive away the believers who were approaching him, but it was only in vain, and the frenzied believers overwhelmed him.

Ji Wuchang and the remaining two were back to back, he had a lot of injuries on his body, but he was still standing, and let out a hysterical roar, "Hold on, Dutong will come soon, I have already sent a signal, why hasn't Dutong come yet?" Keep attacking, hold the line, pierce their disgusting faces, cut off all their heads, why don't these people stop? Why do they keep smiling on their faces? Damn it! Damn it! Kill them all! Kill them all! ”

The remaining two didn't shout, but the smiles that gradually appeared on their blood-stained faces showed that they were heading towards the same madness as those believers, not to mention Ji Wuchang, Yan Zheng knew that even if he survived, he would definitely not be able to regain his senses.

A believer took advantage of Yan Zheng's distraction to rush towards him, Yan Zheng's long sword swept in a circle, forcing the other believers around him, and then jumped up violently, landed and slashed, the long sword was embedded in the believer's pipa bone, almost cutting his upper body into two pieces, Yan Zheng shook off the blood stained on the long sword in his hand, and continued to charge forward, the surging crowd of believers had already separated them, even if Yan Zheng killed back to rescue now, it was too late for him to turn back.

"Roar!"

Yan Zheng burst out with a loud roar, and rushed into the densest place of the crowd again, he lowered his body, swept the entire Shura field like a violent wind, a sword swing to cut off the two of them, the dagger danced wildly and pierced the skulls of the three people one after another, Yan Zheng's weapons rotated together, and the whole person turned into a tireless killing machine, forcing a bloody path in the crowd, every attack was the full force of the Broken Steel Technique, and every attack had believers become the souls of his sword.

Finally, Yan Zheng, who was covered in blood, killed in front of the wrestler, he gasped, half-knelt on the ground, supported his body with the long sword in his hand, raised his head and stared at the wrestler standing in front of him like a mountain with his bloodshot eyes that were congested due to excessive killing, looking at Yan Zheng's murderous awe-inspiring eyes, the expression on the jade carving-like face of the wrestler appeared a little loose, this mortal seemed to be a little different, he did not show half fear in the face of the crazy believers, even the sacrifice of his comrades did not make him stop, The undisguised killing intent in his eyes revealed a definite meaning, and unless he was destroyed, he would surely die.

Yan Zheng knew that with his current strength, he was not a wrestler's opponent at all, and the long sword that had been curled in his hand and the dagger that was on the verge of breaking were unlikely to leave any traces on the steel-like skin of Lux, but a pair of iron fists of Luxe could easily beat him to pieces, looking at the current state of Lux, it was no different from before the battle, obviously the previous pursuit of Yan Zheng did not consume much of his physical strength, in addition, this wrestler also had agility that did not match his tall size, even if Yan Zheng took off his armor to reduce his weight, Nor did he have the confidence to completely avoid his attacks, and in every sense of the word, Lux was one of the toughest enemies he had ever faced.

Lux did not take the initiative to attack, but maintained a solemn posture, looking down on Yan Zheng with condescending eyes, in the battle with the believers, of course, Yan Zheng was also injured, but his tenacious will made him ignore the pain for the time being, but now the side effects caused by excessive overdraft of scarlet blood qi began to appear, he felt irresistible sleepiness, and his mind began to be confused.

On the way to escape, he recalled the scene just now, the strange sacrificial ritual summoned some kind of creature that did not belong to this world, but it seemed that for some uncertain reason, the summoning finally failed, and after the ritual failed, the ghost-like Lord Taichang immediately ordered the believers to arrest them, could it be that the failure of the ritual was related to the abnormal movement of the scarlet blood qi in his body at that time? However, the Red Veil Bodhi is just a magical fruit born from the Bodhi Blood Tree absorbing the blood and qi of all living beings, how can it have anything to do with these strange believers and creatures in other worlds?

The heavy smell of blood around him brought Yan Zheng's chaotic thoughts back to reality, the battle continued, Ji Wuchang's hysterical roar was still ringing from time to time, it seemed that even if he fell into madness, it didn't make him stop the instinct to fight, Yan Zheng propped up his body with his long sword and stood up again, he stared at the immobile wrestler on the opposite side, wanting to find a flaw in the other party's body, even if the vajra cover has a cover door, Yan Zheng didn't believe that this muscle monster would have no weaknesses.