Chapter 307 You can rest in peace

Ah ah ah ah ah------!

Wails spread all over the countryside.

The scream woke up his teammates.

The fourteen Americans who were shocked by the scene finally drew their weapons and surrounded Jiang Ling.

This time, she will definitely die.

But I don’t know why.

At this moment, Jiang Ling's clever, powerful and bloody figure emerged in the hearts of all Americans.

Especially the scene of tearing flesh and blood.

Enough for them to remember for a long time!

This woman must die!

Otherwise, they cannot imagine the subsequent counterattack!

"Ha, if you want to kill me, you are not qualified."

After saying that, Jiang Ling raised the sharp broken handle of the sword and drew his cross arm towards his throat!

The sharpness passed by, and countless faces echoed in his mind.

The pampering of grandparents.

Uncle uncle's dodge.

A black and white photo of my mother with a gentle smile.

As well as the friends list, I haven’t had time to check it, and there are hundreds of unread messages.

She knew whose information it was.

The image of my father that I had pictured countless times in my mind suddenly shattered.

The middle-aged man in the friend list who is serious in speech, has a face with Chinese characters, is tall, and speaks straight, becomes clearer and clearer.

"It's a pity that I couldn't punch that guy. Forget it. At least I went to my mother and told her that I saw him."

He pursed his lips, smiled brightly, and scratched his neck with the broken handle.

There was no pain, no feeling, as if the sharp blade scratched the air instead of the neck.

The blood... didn't flow out?

Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

When he raised his hand and looked at it, he saw that the broken handle, which was originally damaged due to breakage, had become a long length shorter and had become a smooth and flat section.

Was it cut off by the enemy?

But who can be so fast and so incompetent?

Jiang Ling, who was confused, raised his head and saw fourteen figures frozen around him.

They might draw their swords and attack them.

Or point the gun at yourself.

It's like entering a wax museum.

The blonde woman stared at herself with a ferocious expression, as if she saw a future in which she was torn into pieces.

But her life state has lost its vitality.

Why?

Just when Jiang Ling asked himself.

The blonde woman's head tilted slightly and rolled to the ground with a thud.

The fourteen figures around them also collapsed and dismembered under the uneven slashes, and finally turned into pieces and collapsed.

Phew!

Dark red blood spurted out from the blonde woman's neck belatedly.

Jiang Ling let go of the blonde woman's ankle and exited more than ten meters away.

I wanted to use distance to detect the entire scene!

But the moment she landed, a huge black shadow completely enveloped her.

She turned her head suddenly, and her pupils suddenly narrowed.

Because standing there was a black alien species that looked like a killing machine.

It was as huge as an iron tower, looking down at its tiny self.

That outrageous sense of intimidation and oppression.

She walked across dozens of cities.

Killed a hundred elites.

From an extreme soldier to a mid-level doomsday warrior, I couldn't even resist.

That is no longer a gap that skills and reflexes can fill.

That is the barrier between the second dimension and the third dimension.

call--!

The giant shadow suddenly lowered his body.

Jiang Ling reflexively raised his arms to defend himself.

The moment it was set up, she laughed to herself.

crazy.

She actually wanted to use her flesh and blood to stop this monster from hunting.

It's like an ant waving its thin limbs in front of a car. It's extremely ridiculous.

But death abandoned her once again.

Obviously such a thunderous method.

The attack failed to land.

Curious and puzzled, she put down her arms and raised her head again.

What he saw was the sharp blade extended by the huge alien species.

"Come up."

Then came a deep and deep greeting.

The familiar language and the calm tone deeply shocked Jiang Ling's heart.

So much so that she gave up her fear and asked, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The tyrant gently lowered his head and stretched the back of the knife forward again.

Jiang Ling probably understood that it wanted to take him away.

But he couldn't help but touch his abdominal ribs, where the lava cracks were spreading in all directions.

She smiled bitterly and said regretfully: "Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, it actually doesn't mean much."

The tyrant tilted his head and said calmly: "The tyrant doesn't understand. It makes sense for the Lord to let the tyrant save you."

"host?"

Jiang Lington paused and smiled relaxedly: "He must be the master. If you can call him that, he must be a very powerful warrior. Even though the outcome will not change, the life-saving grace is real. Even if he dies, I have to say thank you to him in person.”

Completely relieved, no longer afraid.

Jiang Ling stepped onto the back of the tyrant's sword and hooked the spur on the knuckle of the blade.

The tyrant lifted her to his chest and suddenly looked at the fourteen American corpses.

He immediately lowered his eyes and said, "Can you help me recover those corpses?"

"ah?"

After finally finding a foothold, Jiang Ling was surprised: "Why don't you just eat it?"

The tyrant shook his head: "The Lord likes it, and tyrants don't eat people."

"oh?"

Jiang Ling couldn't help but smile: "It seems you really like your master."

The tyrant nodded repeatedly: "I like you more than anything else."

"Haha, you are so interesting. Well, it would be nice to let me play a little more role before I die and leave a little more traces."

Jiang Ling jumped off the tyrant and recovered the corpses one by one.

"Hey Tyrant, it's done."

Looking up to the tyrant, Jiang Ling waved.

"Thanks."

The tyrant reattached her to his arm and flew up amid the buzz.

Feeling the headwind blowing in his face and watching the fleeting cloud scenery, Jiang Ling couldn't help but feel happy.

I can have such a fantastic experience and see such a beautiful scene before I die, so I can rest in peace.

Return to the Captain's Room in the City of Winds.

Lu Ming, Chu Feng, and Lin Hao looked at the romantic scene in the picture with different expressions.

Lu Ming was calm and collected, and in silence he took out a purifying potion from Wuhan Black Market.

Chu Feng was surprised and envious. He also wanted to fly in the sky on the tyrant and talk to him.

Lin Hao looked complicated and tangled. He kept thinking about Jiang Ling's words and tried to ask Lu Ming for help.

The other side.

The tyrant has traveled great distances to reach temporary shelter.

Jiang Ling was extremely surprised when he saw the huge and vast starry sky battleship.

Before he had time to think, his sight was getting closer and closer to the wall of the battleship.

Seeing that the tyrant showed no sign of slowing down at all, Jiang Ling finally couldn't help but exclaimed: "Tyrant! What are you doing?! You are about to hit the wall!"

The tyrant said calmly: "I know, but it doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter?! I'm going to hit you—!"

Jiang Ling hugged the tyrant's barb with force, closed her eyes tightly, and quietly waited for the impact of the collision to sweep away.

But it took her two seconds to realize that, let alone the impact of the collision, there was not even a sound of collision.

"Lord, the tyrant has brought the man back."

Until the tyrant's respectful return came to his ears.

Jiang Lingcai slowly opened one eye and looked down carefully.

Don't tell me yet.

Just her current posture and expression.

If you haven't read her panel.

I haven't checked her record.

I didn’t witness her tearing off the flesh and blood of her enemies with her own mouth.