Su Qin lurked quietly. Wuying in his hand was already ready to cut off the opponent's head.
"Guardian dragon and cynical?" The little dwarf saw the identity of the other party at a glance.
"Where are you onion?" Cynical blinked, and didn't find the little dwarf for a long time.
"Here! Here!" The little dwarf jumped up, enhancing his sense of existence.
"Puff~hahahaha! It turned out to be a little dwarf!" Cynical laughed with his belly in his arms, "and he's still a bald!"
"You! What did you say? Are you looking for death!" The little dwarf shot the scissors in his hand angrily. The goal is strikingly aimed at cynicism.
"Essence, ice shield!" A huge ice wall emerged. It also froze the opponent's scissors.
"Good opportunity!" Su Qin took advantage of the momentum and drew a knife and shot at the dwarf.
"Huh? Murderous!" The dwarf suddenly felt a sense of sharpness.
Quietly, the shadowless sword in Su Qin's hand has been swept across the opponent's head. The little boy didn't understand what was going on, but he fell to the ground.
Cynical was taken aback. How could the other party die by himself? Su Qin appeared directly. He also included all the ghost soldiers in his books. "Don't be greedy, let's move faster." Su Qin actually flew away after speaking.
"This... he can fly?" Cynical like watching a monster, watching Su Qinyuan go.
You know, even people of their level can't fly. Only when you reach the realm of the Great Sage, you can fly. There are probably not many Great Sage Realms in this world, right? Except for his cynicism. He only needs to manifest a pair of wings to travel between the world and the earth.
At this time, Shi Zhilang was alone and sneaked in. Perhaps due to his physical fitness, he has not been discovered yet. Shi Zhilang was busy hiding in Tibet along the way, and he would not go to death unless necessary.
"Help~" A cry that broke his throat came out from a small alley. Shi Zhilang put his ears on the wall. If the opponent is too strong, I have to run away.
It's just... It seems that there is no more noise inside. It seems that the people inside are dead.
Shi Zhilang secretly looked around, and he was relieved when he saw that there was no one.
"No? If there is no one, could the cry for help just now be a ghost call?" A chill swept over him.
Shi Zhilang quickened his pace, he wanted to escape from the ruins. After running forward for a while, he saw that there was a violent fight ahead. A group of people in black trench coats were torn with a group of evil spirits. But did not see their coach. Suddenly, a sense of oppressive power awakened Shi Zhilang's attention.
In the twenty-storey high-rise building, the two figures initiated countless confrontations. Perhaps because of their fierce fighting, the entire building tended to collapse.
On the top of the building, two elderly people stood. One of them was dressed in an eight-way military uniform, which made people look like the old eight-way. The other was wearing a black robe, with a bald head holding a fortune-telling flag in his hand. The two are inextricably fought at the same time. If the claypot is there, you will recognize the old god stick at a glance, isn't it the one who came to the restaurant last time!
"Old guy, aren't you tired after being a Tubal Road all your life?" The old god stick blurted out.
"Not tired! Not tired. Taking advantage of the activeness now, I naturally want to come out and do something." The old man said with a smile.
After the two handed in a hand knife, each stopped. Although it is a simple and slow action, it is broad and profound when people see it.
"When you get old, you should have to rest! You have no wife and children in your life. Who will remember you after doing so much?" The old god stick boasted.
"It's not about you traitorous dog thief! Back then, the little pirates broke into our China. If it weren't for your dog traitors, how could we have sacrificed so many comrades!" The old man's calm face became more and more talked. It's fierce. This seems to be an excitement for him.
"Huh! Whatever you say. I am a fish man and a sword. I am willing to do anything to survive." The old god stick shot back.
"I'm pooh! Something spineless. Why didn't you think about others when you killed Zhongliang?" Old Balu cursed. And took out a very commemorative box gun, commonly known as Mauser pistol.
"Haha... Do you still keep this gun?"
"Yes. I have taken care of it for many years, just to use it to get rid of you traitor!"
"Old stuff. What can you really do to me?"
"Then try it! Don't hide if there are seeds! It seems you don't have them either." Old Balu smiled, and pointed the box gun in his hand at the old god stick, "Bang~Bang! Bang!" Three shots neatly and simply. issue. Anyone with a little vision will immediately notice that this gun is by no means ordinary. The bullet emits an extremely strong energy. An unknown force! Wherever the bullet passed, it was cracked, as if to tear up all the space.
"What!" The old god stick didn't dare to be careless anymore, a roll of flags in his hand instantly turned into black mist. In the next moment, the entire building had begun to collapse.
"Ah~"
"Help!"
"The arm is about to collapse, everyone, run away!"
"My son is still inside! I want to go in and save my son, you let me go!"
These harsh sounds finally made Shi Zhilang couldn't help it anymore. She decided to try if she could save how many people
With the surging of Shi Zhilang's spiritual power, ten spiritual veins gathered under the ground. They are climbing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
Ten huge spiritual veins firmly supported the tall building that was about to collapse. Just when Shi Zhilang was about to run out of strength, the old Ba Lu appeared behind him.
He felt a warm current, pouring into his body from his back. His anger recovered all at once, Shi Zhilang turned his head and saw that Old Ba Lu gave him a positive smile and left.
Shi Zhilang didn't dare to be careless. With the support of the spiritual power of the old eight roads, Shi Zhilang could support these ten spiritual veins without any effort.
After Shi Zhilang fixed the entire building, he sat on the ground in peace.
He saw many children crying and yelling to their mothers, and he also saw a happy scene of everyone helping each other.
"I should have been a great hero, right?" Shi Zhilang felt warm. The animations they watched every day in their childhood were the most heroic.
Looking back now, Shi Zhilang is a little envious of those cartoon characters, who have such a powerful force. Although he can do something, he is still very weak. If you encounter a few big bosses, you probably have to lie down. Just like the two old people on the top of the building just now, Shi Zhilang felt his insignificance. I am afraid that a person of that kind can kill his own finger with just one finger.
The Eighth Route Army was the person Shi Zhilang admired the most since he was a child. It was their bloodshed and sacrifice, and their loyalty to serve the country in exchange for our peaceful and democratic today! And that old god stick should be a traitor, and Shi Zhilang naturally hates that kind of villain who will betray the country for himself.
Soon all the evil spirits here were also dealt with. Shi Zhilang simply followed them and started the important task of protecting the people...