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Chapter 133 Crazy Massacre [Part ]

"Why...why...would you...do this?"

At this time, an intermittent voice sounded.

Looking closely, it was the head of the short and fat man that had rolled to the side.

At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and he stared at Helinta who was slowly walking towards him.

Thanks to the martial artist's tenacious vitality, although his head was chopped off, he did not die immediately, but death was only a matter of time.

Although martial artists are strong and have extraordinary physiques, they cannot survive having their heads chopped off.

What's more, in this situation, even if he could reconnect the head, the other party would not give him this opportunity.

Now, he just wanted to know why the other party attacked the two of them.

Although the Fenglang Sect had some grudges against the Shexin Sect, they were just minor frictions.

As martial artists at the level of a martial artist, they are among the best and most powerful pillars of the Fenglang Sect.

A secret warrior who kills at the level of a martial artist.

This is equivalent to an irreconcilable feud between them and Fenglangmen.

However, Helinta just watched the scene in front of her quietly, with no expression on her face.

The knife in her hand was emitting a faint red blood light.

The next second, a dark shadow flashed behind her.

I saw that the two halves of the thin man's body disappeared out of thin air, and a layer of cement on the ground disappeared as well.

Seeing this scene, the fat man, who was only left with a head, widened his pupils.

Although the thing was moving very fast, he still saw it clearly.

Suddenly, a look of understanding flashed across his face.

"Oh... I see... Haha, you're done... You're actually..."

Puff! Before he could finish his words, the shadow flashed again.

The fat man's headless body disappeared along with his head, leaving only the iron rod broken into two parts, rolling along the ground, making a gurgling sound, until it rolled to the corner of the wall.

Suddenly, a trace of scarlet blood flowed out from the corner of Helinta's mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and licked it, a faint blush appeared on her face, and her aura seemed to be slightly stronger.

The gray fog was still spreading and rolling around, as if it was going to swallow up the bloody scene.

She looked up at the place in the distance where a column of blood and smoke was rising into the sky.

A hint of bloodthirsty dark light flashed in the wine-red eyes.

"There is such a strong man in Anshan City? Interesting, just right, I can use it to transform it into the resources for my impact on the Qi Dao Grandmaster, so that the master can come here as soon as possible."

As she muttered to herself, she raised her leg and stepped forward, her figure disappearing into the gray mist.

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On the rooftop, not long after Hu Qi released the blood and qi smoke, several black shadows appeared within his perception range.

The aura on his body is undoubtedly that of the black blood species.

However, the aura of these black blood species is not strong, they should all be blood slaves.

But these blood slaves are not all fools whose minds are blinded by greed, they still retain some rationality.

They did not rush forward, but just surrounded the building in a circle, looking at the direction where Hu Qi was with greedy eyes.

Hu Qi remained indifferent to this and continued standing there.

It was not until several unusually strong black blood auras appeared in the black fog that Hu Qi took action.

"Almost, it's time to start!"

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

As the knees slightly squat, the leg muscles under the trouser legs expand slightly outward like compressed springs.

The originally loose trouser legs were torn, revealing a membrane as thick as gold and iron.

Bang! The next moment, a hole exploded on the rooftop.

At this moment, the family living on the top floor heard a loud noise coming from their living room and were so scared that they hid in the bedroom and trembled.

After all, whether it was the gray fog covering the entire city, or the occasional screams and car explosions outside, they were all reminding them that everything was very unsafe.

Now, the safest way for ordinary people is to stay in the room and wait for rescue from the Shia Federation.

It is also the only way.

outside world.

Hu Qi's body was pushed by the powerful force under his feet, and his figure was like a meteor.

It turned into an upward arc in the air, and then crashed down to a street intersection about fifty or sixty meters away.

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud bang, the ground shook violently.

The hard concrete ground collapsed and cracked instantly.

The rubble shot out in all directions like cannonballs.

At the same time, because the air was squeezed, a violent white air wave was formed and swept around with Hu Qi as the center.

Everything passing by, whether it was the cars or the blood slaves surrounding this place, were all swept away like garbage.

Some unlucky blood slaves even had their heads pierced by the rubble, and died on the spot without even a scream.

Seeing this scene, the surviving blood slaves all distanced themselves in fear.

The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the situation on the field.

Hu Qi's tall and burly figure appeared.

At this moment, his clothes were torn, revealing his smooth muscles.

The shoes simply evaporated and disappeared.

Standing barefoot in the huge oval pit.

The only piece of cloth on his body was a pair of black shorts.

In a deep pit.

At Hu Qi's feet.

A figure so broken and twisted that it was almost unrecognizable as a human was stuck deep in the mud.

At this moment, one of its ferocious claws was still grabbing Hu Qi's ankle.

However, the skin of this arm shrank quickly like dried grapes, and finally turned into a handful of ashes.

Hu Qi retracted the long knife that had been inserted into the opponent's body, and saw strands of red blood, like veins, flowing along the blade to the handle, and finally into his palm.

This is a lower-level black-blood species hidden among many blood slaves.

But what was a bit frustrating was that before he could react from beginning to end, Hu Qi fell from the sky and stepped into the ground.

Then he took his life with a single blow.

Looking at the increased modification values ​​on the panel and the growing strength in his body, a smile appeared on Hu Qi's face.

Then he looked around and fixed his eyes on one spot.

The figure moved, and the gravel under his feet exploded, turning into an afterimage and attacking the lower-level black-blood species hiding in another place.

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At this moment, on the roof of a second floor on another street.

Su Xing, who looked like a child, was hidden in the gray fog.

Unlike ordinary people and those secret warriors, the black blood race will not be disturbed by anything when they are in the gray fog.

After all, to put it bluntly, this gray fog is the result of the domain power of that existence, so it naturally will not have any effect on them, a group of black-blooded people.

Like other black-blooded people, he was attracted by the huge column of blood and air here.

Although he saw that the man should be on the roof, he did not make any moves and just lay quietly aside.

As a lower-level black-blood, he is more cunning than ordinary people.

Although this blood food is good, if you rush forward now, you may not get any benefit.

After all, his brother died at the hands of a fellow blood-eating secret warrior.

(End of this chapter)