boom!

A thunder struck down, illuminating the entire temple.

Ning Xiu's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were shining with brilliance towards the temple gate.

"Someone is here."

Before he finished speaking, a man covered in muddy stumbled into the door in the wind and rain. The other person did not stand firm and fell forward. Ning Xiu took a step forward and supported him.

"......Big, sir!" Chunsheng raised his head, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he showed an excited expression on his face, "Fang La rebels are catching up, leave quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chunsheng suddenly covered his throat with his hands. Johe made a sound, and in a blink of an eye he fell to the ground with a dark skin, arching his body like a shrimp.

"Poisoned?" Ning Xiu's pupils contracted slightly.

In his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, he saw that Chunsheng's seven orifices were constantly oozing out black blood. He wanted to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound. The strange scene was as strange as it was.

But in the blink of an eye, I lost my breath at all.

At this moment, three poisonous needles suddenly shot out from the darkness and attacked three soldiers from the Hulien Camp in different directions.

Ning Xiu rushed forward, but he had only had time to knock down two of them. His expression changed, and he swept the last man with the handle of the gun in his hand and repelled him.

Although he successfully avoided the vital points, the poisonous needle shining with a faint blue light still hit the man's right forearm!

Ning Xiu looked expressionless, pulled out the short knife from his waist, waved his hand and slashed it away, blood rushing out, and the flying half of his arm quickly withered and shriveled before it even landed.

Ning Xiu then tapped several large holes on his body, pulled off his sleeves, and barely sealed the wound.

It was not until this time that the sad scream finally rang out.

Ning Xiu handed the injured sergeant to everyone behind him, stood with guns, and looked ahead.

At some point, three people suddenly appeared at the entrance of the temple. They stood there quietly, watching the people in the temple.

Everyone in Hulien Camp looked at the visitor pulling out the weapons from his waist and his face was solemn.

One of them had a tall and thin body, long bangs covered half of his face, and his whole body was filled with gloom. He held a huge death scythe in his right hand, and his head in his left hand covered his face with blood.

"It's the 'Taibai God' Zhao Yi!" Lao Wang said in a lost voice.

Among the twelve gods under Fang La's command, Zhao Yi is the most famous of the "Taibai God", and the Song army also called him the God of Death.

The Song army that fell into his hands was a good end. Zhao Yi once peeled off a Song general's skin, and the scene was like a hell on earth.

If a person only has cruel means, then it's nothing. If he is afraid, he still has terrible strength to support everything he does.

Zhao Yi has a deep skill, and his scythe opens and closes. He always charges, and he will lead the way. He doesn't know how many Song soldiers' lives are harvested.

Whether it is reputation or record, they are the top three of the twelve gods.

One of the other two is a middle-aged man carrying two swords, Zhuo Wanli, the "yellow banner god" among the twelve gods. The other is nine feet tall and holding a giant axe in his hand, but it is Shen Ze, the "giant spirit god".

But Ning Xiu knew in his heart that it was not them who ejaculated the poison needle just now.

"Are you the ones this waste is trying hard to protect?" Zhao Yi snatched his head and sneered. "The garbage always likes to push and shout about protection in his mouth. In the end, it's not impossible to protect anything."

Gulugulu~

The head rolled on the ground for a few times, landed next to Ning Xiu's feet, facing upwards, with a smiling face.

Ning Xiu reached out and hugged him in his hand, gently wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, which was a bit terrible.

On the other side, Zhao Yi was still laughing wildly, looking at the angry faces of the soldiers of the Tiger Power Army. Perhaps it was the stimulation of the blood before, he seemed very excited and held up the scythe in his hand: "Do you want to take revenge? Let's go together, this may make me less disappointed."

While talking, it was as if killing Ning Xiu and others was like killing chickens and dogs, effortless.

One of the soldiers of the Tiger Power Camp who was still alive was definitely not the kind of cowardly person who was not bloody. They instantly pulled out the weapons in their hands, and even Lao Wang raised his knife tremblingly.

"Leave him to me, and you guys take good care of Tiezi for me."

Ning Xiu turned around and handed Tiezi's head to Lao Wang's hand, turned around and looked at Zhao Yi, his eyes that were a little terrible.

"You will die tonight."

Zhuo Wanli and Zhao Ze on the side just thought Ning Xiu was talking nonsense. They thought Ning Xiu must have driven him crazy. There was pity in his eyes when he looked at him.

Zhao Yi even raised his head and laughed wildly without any concealment.

Clam!

The next moment, Ning Xiu fired a gun.

The straight gun is not fancy, but Zhao Yi cannot dodge.

Because this shot was too fast.

The moment the light flashed, the spear head had already arrived in front of him.

There was no other way, Zhao Yi could only wave the giant sickle in his hand to sweep Ning Xiu out of the defense circle and try to protect himself first.

Ning Xiu made a gun like a star falling, pointing on the giant sickle.

Zhao Yi felt that the giant sickle was like a pendant hanging from a thousand pounds, and his wrist was weighing down suddenly.

With this force, Ning Xiu wiped the giant scythe with a spear in his hand, and a spark slashed, piercing towards Zhao Yi's throat.

Zhao Yi obviously did not expect this situation, so he could only take another step.

As he took a step, Ning Xiu also took a step, following him like a shadow.

"Stop it with me!" Facing the pressing step by step, Zhao Yi roared angrily. He didn't know what secret technique he used, and black air began to emerge from his body. His breath suddenly rose more than one step. He raised the giant sickle in his hand and slashed it down, swearing to split the annoying guy in front of him in half.

The giant scythe brought out a black afterimage in the air, and the sound of breaking through the air was like an evil ghost crying.

At this time, Zhao Yi was really like the god of death who reaped human life.

Ning Xiu's expression remained unchanged, and his whole body fell to the right.

The moment the giant sickle passed by, his left soul-breaking gun was sent straight out. At the distance between the two, the tip of the gun was still some distance from Zhao Yi, but Ning Xiu's spear came out at this time and walked out slanted, like an angry dragon.

Puff!

The cold spear tip pierced from Zhao Yi's chin into his head without any obstacles. The terrible momentum carried his head and even raised his whole body high, causing the giant sickle in his hand to slightly deviate from the pre-order.

Ning Xiu slapped the ground with his right hand, bounced up, and pulled back his gun.

The spear hung obliquely, and the bright red blood condensed at the tip of the spear and dripped slowly.

After plopping, Zhao Yi's burly body fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

"I said, you will die tonight."

Ning Xiu looked at Zhao Yi coldly. Zhao Yi's bangs were scattered on his forehead, his eyes wide open inside, fear and astonishment remained, but he had no breath and could not answer Ning Xiu's words.

On the other side, Zhuo Wanli was also full of horror. All this happened too suddenly, and he couldn't even react.

Looking at the cold face in front of him, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Chapter completed!