Chapter 227 (1/2)

One by one, the soldiers in the rush were as frightening as a derailed train, but under the impact of bullets, their bodies stopped immediately, as if they had hit an indestructible high wall, crushed and fell in the air.

They didn't seem to know what had happened, so they died reluctantly in the burst of blood.

At this time, a figure, fast, seemed to fly from the distant sky, from the unknown nothingness, with two dark hammers in his hands, Shuo moving the forest cold.

Ghost Garan!

She fiercely attacked rusha and Duanxin.

Two of Arle's men greeted him.

Ghost Garan stared at rusha and Duanxin like an enemy of the 18th century. She seemed unaware of the coming crisis. Her blood red eyes flashed endless resentment, but she suddenly flashed when two knives almost penetrated her heart.

Like a ghost, he came behind a person. The hammer of ghost Jialan planed behind the person's neck without delay. The evil force was downward. A series of bone cracks sounded, and the spine and blood splashed out until the tail bone. In the heart-catching howling sound and under the extremely terrible picture, another hammer of ghost Jialan hit the person's spirit cover with a bang, The brain suddenly burst, and the brain was like boiling soup.

Only the most evil ghost in hell can have such terrible means of killing. Now, the evil ghost is back on earth!

The other person's eyes showed endless fear, even mental collapse. His knife was more like a subconscious action, and the tip of the knife swept powerlessly towards the ghost Garan's head.

Ghost Garan still stared at Duan Xin. He held the blade with a random hammer in his left hand, and then twisted his whole arm with a random twist. Then her hammer slowly pressed against the man's face. Finally, it appeared on the man's eyeball

Poof!

Such as the Sanskrit prelude of universal beings, but with bloody ferocity!

But ghost Garan didn't let him die like this. She was like a criminal prisoner. Her eyes flashed the last light of attachment to the world, and then screamed, screamed, excited and crazy.

A cold wind swept through the flowers, like the evocative whistle of death.

Ghost Jialan folded the man's body in half and clicked. Next, he stepped on his deformed back, and the thick back immediately collapsed again, making it impossible for the man to survive.

She jumped up with her feet and smashed Duan Xin and rusha with her hammer.

Duan Xinxin knew that there was a cruel stubble and didn't dare to neglect it. He used a strange skill to protect his body, pulled down rusha's wrist, stepped back and said, ”follow me!”

Rusha's face was pale and frightened. She said in a trembling voice, ”Why are you here?”

Duan Xin said, ”Wow, I want to pick a bunch of flowers and give it to a beauty.”

Unexpectedly, he would joke at this time. Rusha was stunned, but her heart was warm.

Duan Xin wanted to say something more, but ghost Jialan didn't allow him more time to speak. For a time, the collision between the hammer and the knife sounded like exploding beans, and the splashing sparks disturbed his eyes. When he felt that his arm was weak, ghost Jialan's violent hammer had been high on his head.

Duan Xin roared, parried and clicked, and saw that he caught it, but his feet poked deeply into the ground. The terrible strength of ghost Jialan was pressing on his head.

Although those present can be said to be top experts, the shock brought by this hammer even gave them the illusion of empathy.

Rusha exclaimed, worried all over her face.

Such a violent blow made everyone feel cold, and the gloom and evil on ghost Garan's face were even more frightening. They couldn't stop asking in their hearts, who and where did this guy come from? Is it really from hell? If so, I'm afraid it's also the ghost hero in hell!