Chapter 1969 (2/2)
However, compared with a few days ago, the spacing density of maggot beetles should become thinner.
Meanwhile, SJM star, above the central square.
Rivers of blood, broken meat and stumps everywhere!
A disciple of the Ming Dynasty was lying on the ground wailing in pain.
All over their body, they were covered with bloody wounds of different sizes, with deep bones, ferocious and terrible.
There are many people with broken bones and broken skin. They are powerless and fall on the ground. Their Qi is like a hairspring!
There were tens of thousands of Ming disciples, but now there are only a hundred.
It can be said that the casualties were terrible, almost the whole army was destroyed!
The reason why more than 100 people didn't die on the spot was only because the demon king didn't want them to die in such pain.
At this moment, the remaining Ming disciples looked up ahead with anger and despair!
I saw two huge iron pillars standing on the battle platform of loyalty square.
The chains were vertical and horizontal, tightly binding two men. They were broken and fenced all over, and their wounds were eye-catching and frightening.
These two men are the high-level figures of the Ming Dynasty, the main Ao Zheng of the Ming Dynasty hall, and one of the high-level Ao Tianming.
As for another high-level Ao Dantong, he suffered less than them. During the scuffle, he could be directly blasted by the demon king and killed on the spot!
On the opposite side of the platform, a figure stood quietly. He was dressed like a madman.
In the square behind him, the figures holding war knives stood straight, and the smell of the air was constantly diffused from them.
Gloomy, bloodthirsty!
”Tut Tut, Ao Zheng, don't you think Ning Tianlin can stand out for you?”
”What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him!”
Words fall.
Dong!
The demon king kicked out and directly kicked the o Zheng tied to the iron pillar to the ground.
It's not over.
Pop!
The evil spirit king stepped on aozheng's face with the soles of his feet and smiled ferociously.
”Look at you. Now, like a dead dog, I'm stepping on the ground. Your master, where is he?”
The demon king smiled wildly.
After Ning Tianlin cut off his machine clan, now he can be excited as long as he can kill and insult everyone related to Ning Tianlin.
One pleasure after another swept the whole body of the demon king, making him comfortable.
”Demon king, how long do you really think you can be crazy?”
”When ningmen master appears in the universe, that's when your demon king is killed, that's when your machine family destroys the family!”
Ao Zheng gnashed his teeth and his eyes were filled with boundless resentment.
Ning Tianlin!
Or Ning Tianlin!
Hearing these three words, the crazy color on the demon king's face became more and more prosperous. He smiled more and more abnormal and happy.
”Ha ha...”
”You idiot, everyone at SJM is an idiot!”
The demon king at the moment is crazy.
”Do you really think Ning Tianlin is a savior? A good man? Can he come and save your dogs?”
”Wrong, you are all wrong!”
The demon king enjoyed the bitter eyes cast by AO Zheng and others, which made him feel more satisfied.
”Ning Tianlin is a butcher and a complete executioner. His blood feud against our machine family is much bigger and more cruel than I did to your Australian family!”
At that moment, the demon king squatted down and patted Ao Zheng's cheek with his palm. His smile was so bloody and scary.
”To tell you the truth, it's because of the damn Ning Tianlin!”
”Not only your family, but all people and all races in the universe must perish. There is no one left!”
At the same time, the evil spirit king raised his head, looked up to the sky and said with a loud and ferocious smile.
”Including our machine family, we will perish together!”
”Ha ha...”
Crazy!
The demon king is crazy!
This last sentence made the eyebrows of Ao Zheng and others pick, and his eyes to the demon king were like looking at a fool.
”The machine family will perish together?”
”Good, good, don't worry, you will!”
”However, it is not the destruction together, but the complete destruction of your machine family, dead species, and complete removal from the universe!”
Ao Zheng laughed loudly with the demon king, but his smile was full of curse and hatred to the machine family!
Huh?
”Bah!”
Listening to the bitter laughter, the demon king spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on aozheng's face.
”The machine family will not die, no!”
”To die, it must be behind you, behind you, the last!”
crazy!
The Ming disciples collapsed to the ground. They looked at the crazy appearance of the demon king one by one, as if they were looking at a pervert and idiot.
”The last one? That's arrogant!”
”Wait, the day ningmen master appears in the universe is the time when the machine family dies!”
”The door master appears, and the machine family is dead!”
“...”
The roars were heard from the hundreds of Ming disciples!
Although their voices were hoarse, weak and powerless, his inner self-confidence was extremely strong!
It seems that the name of Ning Tianlin is the representative of the strongest combat effectiveness in their mind. No one can beat it!
The Ji clan can never be the opponent of sect leader Ning. Their death will not be in vain. Sect leader Ning will certainly help them take revenge!
This scene made the demon king's face ferocious in an instant, and it was almost dripping out of the water.
”OK, what a group of dogs who don't know what to do!”
Then the demon king turned his eyes and waved to the elite of the machine family behind him.
”Call me!”
”Beat them to regret, beat them to beg for mercy, beat them to death!”
Hear that.
Suddenly, nearly a hundred aircraft family soldiers stepped out.
Each of them took out an iron whip in their hands, and there were spikes on the whip!
The cold twinkling spikes make people believe that as long as they are drawn on the body, they will burst into flesh in an instant, cruel but not fatal!
At the moment, hundreds of aircraft soldiers waved their iron whips together.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Iron whips beat every Ming disciple's body.
Suddenly, they were already on the scarred flesh and were split and followed by blood and flesh!
In the blink of an eye, the nearly 100 Ming disciples seemed to be salvaged from the blood. There was no complete skin on the skin!
Scarlet, sad, hurt and hurt!
However, the disciples of the Ming Dynasty clenched their teeth and said nothing. Their scarlet eyes were full of scarlet blood.
That patience, that determination, is moving.