Doomsday Rise

boom——

The Messenger of Lianxiang shot out like a cannonball, crashing through two buildings in a row before stopping, with blood spurting out of his mouth, and his face was full of fear.

bang bang bang bang bang

The deafening gunshots formed a line, and in the buildings on both sides of the high-speed rail, there was a series of sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, mixed with shrill screams.

The rocket exploded in mid-air with its long red tail, and the fiery red light illuminated the sky red.

The moment the feet of the master who jumped from the sky touched the ground, the eyebrows exploded, and the sniper bullets more than ten centimeters long were like a sharp weapon of a magic weapon, easily chipping off the Tianling Cap. In the blink of an eye, Liu Weian fired sixty-three shots, and there were sixty-three more corpses around.

When the dark atmosphere dissipated, Liu Weian had already charged the sniper rifle and appeared on Huang Yueyue's left side.

"Soul suppression!"

The ancient and mysterious aura permeated the air, and the bodies of dozens of masters rushing over froze for a moment. Liu Wei'an's expression was cold, and the Great Judgment Fist rushed past. The bodies of more than 30 masters exploded, and the pieces of flesh shot in all directions.

"Ask the heart finger!"

The tall and thin man who was close to Huang Yueyue seemed to be struck by lightning, and his strength and vitality were lost like a tide. When he looked down, there was a finger hole in his heart at some point, and blood gushed out.

The "I" man only said one word, his neck tilted, and he fell to the ground.

Liu Wei'an's figure flashed and appeared on Huang Yueyue's right side. His fist pierced through the chest of a bald man. The astonishment on the bald man's face just emerged when a force exploded from his fist. The bald man's body exploded, and pieces of flesh shot in all directions.

Liu Wei'an shrank his shoulders, and a knife light wiped off his clothes, leaving a bottomless knife mark on the ground. The strong man with a hooked nose reacted quickly, with a movement of his wrist, the blade moved from bottom to top, upwards diagonally, as fast as lightning.

However, the weapon stopped after only moving a centimeter. A strong hand pinched the knife-holding hand of the hooked nose. The hooked nose raised its head subconsciously and saw Liu Wei'an smiling at him. In the next moment, indescribable power spread from the wrist to the whole body, and the hooked nose flew involuntarily.

boom--

The dull energy flew across the sky, and the hooked nose clearly heard the sound of bones breaking inside his body, crackling, like roasted beans. When the pain came, he collided heavily with the second companion, and then, and then there was nothing. After that, consciousness disappeared, and he didn't know anything.

Liu Wei'an discarded his arm, and his hooked nose is not a master of horizontal training. Although his body is hard, he still can't get home. After two collisions, his body can't bear it anymore, and there is only one arm left. Of course, it's also the reason why he didn't control his strength well. If he used softness to overcome rigidity, he should be able to smash it a few more times.

The masters of the underground royal court are not afraid of death. Seeing their companions fall one by one, they have no fear. Liu Weian has already killed all the enemy's long-range forces in the first round of attack. The rest are people who are not familiar with guns, or people who don't like to use guns.

"Ask the heart finger!"

"Big Judgment Fist"

"The Sword of Nirvana!"

Invisible fluctuations flashed by, and among the enemies, the strongest and best hidden one trembled, then stood still, dying. After five or six seconds, the body slowly fell down, and a thin stream of blood overflowed from between the eyebrows.

All the enemies died, the battle was over, and at this moment, the envoy Lianxiang got up from the ruins, and Liu Wei'an appeared in front of him in a flash.

"I underestimated the underground royal court, but—" Liu Weian's mouth overflowed with sarcasm, "Your underground royal court also seems to have underestimated me."

"What did you do to Huang Yueyue?" The envoy of pity and fragrance was startled and angry. The moment Liu Wei'an sacrificed the Dark Emperor's Scripture, he moved. He shot at Huang Yueyue immediately, intending to threaten Liu Wei'an with Huang Yueyue. However, Huang Yueyue, who was close at hand, suddenly distanced himself.

With his mind broken, Liu Wei'an seized the opportunity and injured himself with a punch.

He is very unwilling, in terms of real strength, he will not lose so quickly.

"What else do you want to say?" Liu Wei'an naturally wouldn't answer him, the less people know about formations, the better.

"I don't accept it!" the envoy of Lianxiang said angrily.

"In your capacity, you shouldn't say such naive words." Liu Wei'an said.

The face of Lianxiang Messenger turned red in an instant. Winners and losers don't need reasons. He has always acted unscrupulously. He always had the last laugh. When it was his turn to fail, he even looked for reasons like a shrew. This huge contrast filled him with a sense of humiliation.

"If you want to kill, kill it!" The envoy of Lianxiang tilted his neck and closed his eyes. When he was in good shape, he couldn't beat Liu Wei'an, but now his subordinates are all wiped out, and it's hard for him to get seriously injured. In this situation, he doesn't even have the qualifications to bargain.

"They're all here to mess around. If you lose, what price should you pay? Don't you have any points?" Liu Wei'an said calmly.

"You also said that it is easy to kill me because they are all wandering rivers and lakes. Do you think it is possible for me to say something?" The envoy of Lianxiang mocked.

"How do your underground royal courts generally deal with traitors or hostile personnel? Is there any special punishment? Let's talk about it. You can compare it with our Ping'an Army. Everyone learns from and communicates with each other to strive for common progress." Liu Wei'an said.

If he could speak foul words, the envoy of Lianxiang would definitely yell at him. The muscles on his face twitched, he endured the pain, and gritted his teeth: "You'd better think about what you're doing, or when you regret it in the future, don't say I didn't remind you."

"I have killed a lot of people in your underground royal court. If you are more than one, you are less than one. If I regret it, I will regret it long ago, and I won't wait until now. I know you are lucky, but I still want to tell you, think about it more, follow me, and you will be happier than following the underground royal court." After Liu Wei'an finished speaking, he pointed a little.

The envoy of Lianxiang looked desperate, and the zhenqi he had finally condensed was scattered, and finally the capital of his desperate efforts was gone. A large number of footsteps approached from all directions, and the Lianxiang messenger raised his head in surprise, his face turned deadly gray in an instant, it was not the subordinates of the underground royal court who came to support, but the people of the Ping An Army, judging from the blood on their bodies, they came here after a fight. Who are you fighting with? The answer is self-evident, and as a result, the envoy of Lianxiang no longer dared to think about it.

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