: Heir to God

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Shaligaar's blood spewed out, his eyes flickering slightly, and his heart palpitated.

If he didn't die, he changed his position and took a step back, this time he had to be split in half.

Looking at Zhang Nebula's appearance, it is estimated that this is the plan.

Shaligar knelt on the ground halfway down, still holding a pill bottle in his hand, the liquid inside was left along the wound, wherever he went, the blood coagulated.

He narrowed his eyes to Zhang Xingyun, "You are not killing God Baiqi, why do you kill God Baiqi?"

Shaligaar has seen the battle of Zhang Nebula, just that moment is the wrath of the **** of killing the **** white.

Although it is not complete, but because of the unique anger of the killing god, there is no way to resemble it. To say that this man has nothing to do with the killing god, and he does n’t believe it.

"Killing God Baiqi can't pass on the tricks yet?" Zhang Xingyun sneered.

Zhang Xingyun also knows the situation of the dead world. Without killing the gods, he doesn't even have a leader, and naturally he has no comparison with other organizations.

The current world of death is hard to maintain even second-rate status.

Zhang Xingyun's operation this time with his blood was precisely to find the right opportunity to clarify the position of the dead world.

The killing of God is in the presence and absence, and the death world is not caused by you.

"Unexpectedly, there is still an apprentice in Killing God White." Shaligal's chest injury was no longer holding blood, and he slowly stood up, the greed in his eyes was not concealed.

"I have to admit that you are good, but now I think you are more valuable to be alive than dead." Shaligar licked some chapped lips.

The **** Zero Werewolf has its own strengths, and Shaligal itself has limited strength, but he has the ability to have no one.

copy.

The Nether Claw that I used to fight Zhang Xingyun was actually the geek of the icefield mad dragon, but he had seen it, and it would naturally happen.

As long as you give him time, any tricks can be cracked by him, and then copied into his own tricks.

However, he can only learn about his level, or his strength is lower than his own.

As for those who are stronger than themselves, let's not say whether they can see clearly, and whether they can live to learn is a problem.

Shalijiaer feels that since Zhang Xingyun is the heir to the killing **** Baiqi, there must be some cultivation skills left. If he can get it, the name of killing **** Baiqi is his own.

When the killing **** became famous in one fell swoop, it was because he realized the anger of killing the body when he was fighting against the **** realm, and then became a super **** in one fell swoop.

Even if the real cultivation base of the killing **** Baiqi is not yet in Divine Realm, no one dares to question his strength, because the Divine Realm can't die anymore.

Although Shaligar has stepped into the void in half steps, it is still difficult to go further. After all, if he learns to kill the wrath of the body, then he can instantly kill the other zero werewolves.

Outside of Ming, there is no one who can suppress himself.

These are Saligar's own assumptions. If Zhang Xingyun tells Saligar that he is actually killing the gods, he doesn't know what kind of expression will appear on his face.

"I do want to live, but you don't give this vitality!" Zhang Xingyun mobilized the internal force in his body, constantly circulating, pouring onto the black residual knife.

The dull blade of the blade turned into a flash of light, which turned into a lightning in the darkness, piercing the space.

Silence Saligar in the infinite scenery after he killed the killing **** Baiqi had no time to react, and the shimmering shadow of the remnant knife reflected in his pupils.

The cold light flashed and one arm flew out.

"what!"

Shaligaar howled.

The blood on his arrogant face was completely absent, but the blood on his face scared him.

The limbs of the werewolf are all through the special technology of the blood. The product after the fusion can be said to be the existence of the werewolf's powerful fighting ability. In addition to the powerful body surgery, the nervous system is more sensitive than the ordinary people.

This pain is twice as high as normal people.

The pain of cutting the bones made Shargal's eyes red.

"This knife is night." Zhang Xingyun's voice resembled a god, and even in the darkness, it made no trace of resistance.

Shaligar stood up hard, trying to distance himself from Zhang Nebula.

"This knife is Susan's."

"puff!"

Another bite of blood.

There was another blood stain on Shaligal's back, and blood spattered for a while.

Zhang Xingyun flickered, lifting Shaligal kicking.

This time, the top of the prison was penetrated directly, and the light shone down the hole.

The underground jail is under the palace, so big a movement, it has long been surrounded by bodyguards.

Seeing the bodyguards again, Shaligar was still congested, stabilizing himself, and left the prison, "Give me this!"

His voice was trembling, even if he was still thinking about how to calculate Zhang Nebula, but his body was honest, this tremor stems from the difference in strength.

Zhang Xingyun was not in a hurry to chase Shaligar, but instead had a smile that was hard to detect.

In his hand was the residual knife dripping with blood, and he stepped out of the prison step by step.

Behind him is a long blood stain.

Shaligaar's breath has been marked by himself. Even if he escapes, he has full assurance that he will die without a burial place.

Seeing a black muzzle outside the prison, the cruel factor in Zhang Nebula's blood kept clamoring.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Since returning to China, he has been constantly suppressing this restlessness, and rarely sees blood.

After all, there is a place where he vowed to protect, but now it is no longer Huaxia, and he has no worries.

He never boasted of saints and saved people from fire and water.

Instead, he prefers the name of killing gods, and killing to kill is his style.

The change of mood makes his anger and killing spirit rise.

His eyes were unsurprised, but he did not dare to look directly at it, and there was no bottom in it, as if he could crush your soul in an instant.

The bodyguards with guns pointing at Zhang Xingyun, the more they have seen blood, the deeper they feel.

Because I have experienced it, I know more about the spirit of death.

It is a hope that no one can live again, step by step into hell.

In front of him was a killing god, with a faint **** atmosphere looming in the red flag around him.

There was a constant sound of guns falling, blocking the bodyguards between Zhang Nebula and Shaligaar, trying to avoid Zhang Nebula.

As soon as he approached this man, he felt that the air was full of thick blood, and the suffocation instantly swept through everyone present.

"waste!"

Between the flashes of Shaligaar's eyes, he caught a bodyguard and threw it towards Zhang Nebula, turned around and fled, throwing two bodyguards while running.

It is easy for Zhang Xingyun to avoid these human flesh shells, but if he does, these bodyguards will have no way to live.

Saligar wouldn't just throw two people over casually. If Zhang Xingyun didn't answer them, these people would only fall on the ground and shatter their internal organs.

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