Chapter 130： A sword to the west (1/2)
Zhao Zheng grinds out a few words between his teeth, ”What Yehu, no! The surname is Feng, or you and I will kill the blood corpse here today, or you **** will bury this beast with me. !”
After speaking, the gun shot out like a silver dragon, the dazzling light tore the air, and straightly picked it up behind the blood corpse.
Feng Xing was dumbfounded, ”What are you doing? Are you looking for death? Go to Ye Hu quickly!”
Zhao Zheng shot the large piece of flesh on the back of Fei Blood Corpse Knife Scar's back, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, ”I have already said, either, kill the blood corpse with me, or die!”
The blood corpse was furious and slapped it with its claws. The huge slap was bigger than Zhao Zheng's whole person. The sharp nails were dead gray, and they were twenty centimeters long.
Zhao Zheng didn't hide in the slightest, and blocked his spear.
”Bump! Click!”
Zhao Zheng was shot dozens of meters away, smashing two walls one after another, and the big gun in his hand also flew out.
”puff.”
With a collapsed chest and blood on the corners of his mouth, he still laughed happily, ”I, Zhao's family, Zhao Zheng! The garrison obeys! I die, immediately shoot the Birdwing Ballista and kill the blood corpse.”
Just as the adjutant was about to yell, he was shot at the same time by two soldiers from the garrison.
”Zhao! Zhao! Zhao!”
Zhao Zheng's garrison shouted in unison, cheering for the master.
”Birdwing Ballista, wind up!”
The three sturdy black-faced men climbed the ballista, staring coldly at the direction of the blood corpse, ready to die.
Load the moonblade, rotate the ten-meter winch, around the birdwing ballista, and instantly clear the field.
Feng Xing was shocked, ”Zhao Zheng, are you **** crazy? When the Birdwing Ballista moves, neither of you nor I can escape!”
Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, ”How happy is life, and why is death? My Zhao family, there is never a person who fears the head and tail, you, Master Fengxingfeng, are not worthy of being a Mingguang person!”
”The Zhao family is **** crazy!”
Feng Xing gritted his teeth and rushed towards the blood corpse, and the two maces danced into a ball of silver light, covering his entire body, and several huge wounds burst into the blood corpse in an instant.
He really didn’t dare to let Zhao Zheng die, let alone death, it was Zhao Zheng’s current injury. If the old Zhao family was unhappy, he might have torn him off the wine-literally, shredded. Now, it’s time to drink and eat.
”boom.”
The blood corpse punched the ground paved with bluestone, and instantly blasted a one-meter-diameter pit.
The wind of dodge a blow was so scared that he turned and floated past a two-story building, hoping to resist the blood corpse for a moment.
Two **** mouths burst out from the corner of Zhao Zheng's eyes, ”I'm annoying your mother's old dog!!”
The door of the two-story building is engraved with the Shuguang Project logo. In the window of the small building, you can also see a few children with probes holding their small fists to cheer the two of them. This is the Shuguang Orphanage established by the Commission.
The orphanage and the children in it were so nakedly blocked by the blood corpses and the wind, exposed to the blood corpses' vision.
The thick stone wall can be said to be no stronger than the paper wall in front of the blood corpse.
The muscles on the blood corpse's face squirmed, pulling out a weird expression, and the huge arms and arms that were almost disproportionate to the body raised a layer of muscle hills, howling and rushing towards the small building.
Feng Xing remained unmoved behind the small building. For him, every second of rest time was of utmost importance. He needed to wait for the thunderous blow of the blood corpse without any distractions.
Zhao Zheng suddenly beat his chest, and the bones in his chest were already shattered and collapsed. Every time he hit his chest, he sprayed a mouthful of blood in his mouth.
”Bang, bang.”
”Bang, bang!”