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"Xie Qun, what do you want to do? If you want to die, just say so." Zhou An frowned and asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

There was only one person on the other side, but he seemed extremely arrogant, not afraid of them at all, as if he had someone to rely on.

The long bronze sword was suspended in front of him, trembling constantly, ready to be slashed out at any time. The blade glowed with a dazzling luster in the dim light.

Zhu Wenwu glanced at him and warned in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive. Check the situation first. There's something wrong with Xie Qun's aura. It's a bit like those wizards."

They were able to tell the difference between wizards and extraordinary people, but Xie Qun's aura was a little blurry, and between the two, his mental state was also abnormal.

An extraordinary person's mental state is abnormal, which means that his body is also in an abnormal state, and the two are interconnected.

The man carrying the huge scissors put his hands in his pockets, with a slightly ferocious look on his face, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little jealous. Why can you live a good life, but I need to endure this pain, while others have to die."

"I probably just hope you can become like me."

"Captain Zhou, the time has come to choose. You are a sensible person. If you don't want to die, then join us."

Zhou An reacted immediately and said, "Are you a member of the Doomsday Cult?"

A strange smile appeared on Xie Qun's face: "Of course..."

The words haven't finished yet.

Zhu Wenwu took the steel sword and rushed forward first. He probably remembered what Xie Qun would say, but he couldn't let him say it.

This is a curse. The ability to influence reality through language requires a large number of words to cover up what you really want to say.

In his memory, no one, including him, thought that Xie Qun would have such an ability, so he became famous.

Xie Qun had a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that the seemingly calm Zhu Wenwu would rush forward like a reckless man.

People really cannot be judged by their appearance.

However, this just disrupted their scheduled plans.

A dark blood-red dagger appeared on Xie Qun's head, spinning at high speed.

That is the mark of death.

Zhou An was also stunned. Zhu Wenwu told him not to be impulsive, but he suddenly rushed forward.

At this moment, Zhu Wenwu's speed increased, and he suddenly turned sideways and walked back, as if he had expected it.

A big scarlet hand burst out from Xie Qun's abdomen and grabbed him, as fast as a shadow.

He cleverly avoided the attack, blood flashed in his eyes, and he burst out with great power. He drew a circle in front of him with his backhand and struck the palm of his big hand with a steel sword, causing it to suddenly stop.

At the same time, a sharp sound came, Zhou An controlled the bronze sword to shoot out, a flash of blue light flashed, and completely cut off the big hand from the wrist.

"Ah~"

A scream of pain came from Xie Qun's mouth. This thing was like his extended arm. After being cut off, it must be extremely painful.

At this time, more people appeared not far away and surrounded them. They were large in number and dressed in the same style. They were all wearing gray coats and white cloth hats.

This is a planned ambush, and the Doomsday Cult has already known their route.

I don't know if this is revenge, revenge for what happened in Donglin City, or some other purpose.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Qun's skin turned scarlet, looking extremely terrifying. The skin seemed to have faded away, showing the texture of muscles.

Two thick bloody hands stretched out from his back, grabbed the rusty scissors, and rushed towards Zhou An.

Zhou An is their main target and the biggest threat in their plan. After all, he is an eighth-level Beyonder and is quite powerful.

"slow!"

Xie Qun shouted, the lines on his body glowed with white light, and the bronze long sword slowed down as expected, and he nimbly dodged it by turning sideways.

Zhu Wenwu took out a red paper ball from his pocket and threw it to the ground. With a crisp explosion, a large amount of smoke exploded in the space, covering Xie Qun.

Fierce thunder flashed in the smoke, and thunder and lightning wrapped around Xie Qun's body.

At the same time, Zhu Wenwu rushed into the smoke without stopping, facing the thunder and lightning, and slashed at Xie Qun's neck.

Everything seems to be just right.

Due to the obstruction of the smoke, he happened to be in Xie Qun's blind spot.

"Stop!"

Xie Qun shouted when he saw Zhu Wenwu, his eyes were filled with blood. The effect of the curse was reciprocal, causing great damage to the body.

But Zhu Wenwu didn't seem to be affected at all, and without even pausing, the blade easily passed through Xie Qun's neck, pulling out a black line, and a large amount of white smoke came out from it.

Xie Qun's head was severed, but the movements of his hands did not stop and he continued to cut towards Zhu Wenwu's abdomen.

next moment.

His chest was penetrated by the flying sword that was pulled back, and he stopped in place.

Pofan Sword Master's attack ability is quite powerful and can easily cut off the lifeline. One sword hit Xie Qun's vital part and cut off his vitality.

Xie Qun's head fell to the ground, and he shouted with his eyes open: "You can't kill me, I am immortal."

Zhu Wenwu's movements did not stop, and a sword penetrated his head, and a large amount of white smoke came out of the wound.

Xie Qun's eyes turned white and he was completely lifeless.

The long sword in front of Zhou An once again turned into a blue light and shot out, passing by Xie Qun and shooting towards the jungle behind.

Through Zhu Wenwu's signal, he noticed that there was another person there.

Bang~

The bronze long sword seemed to have been hit by something, and flew out diagonally, even the blade was chipped.

A figure wearing a gray robe and a white mask slowly walked out. His eyes were blood red, and he was holding a copper puppet in one hand.

The mask on his face is not so much put on as it is originally on his face and connected to the skin.

"Not bad, your strength is a little stronger than I expected, but not much."

Holding the white mask of the puppet, he spoke with a condescending attitude.

He stared at Zhu Wenwu, who seemed to be weaker, and said, "It's a little strange that you actually killed him. It's obviously impossible."

In his opinion, Xie Qun was stronger than these two people, but he was killed easily.

This seemed weird, but he didn't see what was wrong.

Everything seemed very coincidental, as if a large number of small-probability events had occurred in a short period of time.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Faced with tremendous pressure, Zhou An did not give up at all and shouted.

This person doesn't have the slightest aura of an extraordinary person, more like a monster, but the sense of oppression is very clear.

Zhu Wenwu knew what the other party was, a terrifying thing born in the blood moon, and in the later years it grew into a natural disaster-like existence. Like a god, it was worshiped by a large number of humans.

"Monster? This statement is not accurate. I am a god who can bring you hope!"

The white mask held a string and waved the puppet, with a relaxed tone in his words.

"Surrender or die!"

The eyes on the marionette glowed red, and the eyes of other doomsday cultists also glowed red, and the auras they emitted also changed accordingly.

Zhou An once again controlled the bronze sword to shoot at him, but this time it easily passed through his body without causing any damage.

"projection?"

He was stunned for a moment and felt something bumping towards him in front of him. He subconsciously avoided it, but was still knocked away.

Following the change, several doomsday cultists rushed towards Zhou An as if they were crazy. Their bodies became extremely hard and could even withstand a blow from an anti-equipment sniper.

However, Zhou An is still capable of killing them, it just takes a little more effort.

Zhu Wenwu held up the steel sword and struck straight at the white mask. The mark on the dagger was not the white mask, but the invisible nothingness.

Scarlet lines spread on his skin, and his speed increased sharply again.

What Su Changxing said to him before leaving was still echoing in his mind, "The contrast between strength and weakness is not absolute, but victory is absolute. As long as you seize the slim chance, you can win."

A large amount of black liquid exploded from the air, forming the shape of petals.

Bai Mask looked at Zhu Wenwu who was covered in blood with a look of surprise. He felt it was incredible that he felt the power of the same source in Zhu Wenwu's body.

It is difficult for similar people to kill each other because they cannot be killed at all. This is also one of the laws in the boundless blood mist. What?

But if this is true, then why, the man's blade still slashed towards him, holding the steel sword high in a strange posture.

He actually felt a hint of danger coming from this weak-looking human being.