Doomsday Manor Owner

Seeing the mutants rushing over, Zhuang Lun stood aside with his arms folded, showing no intention of taking action.

Wu Qingyue simply deserved his crime. Although he could not be killed because of Wu Jing, Zhuang Lun did not want to care about his life or death.

Facing special forces members who are at least first-level strength, those mutants are no match at all. As long as they get close enough, they will be killed immediately.

However, there are also many masters in those mutant teams. Either because of unexpected encounters or because they were ancient warriors before the end of the world, their strength has reached the first-level warrior level, or even the second-level warrior level.

A thin young man with bright eyes, holding a cyan sword in his hand, tapping his toes, moving as gracefully as the wind, suddenly appeared next to a special operations team member.

A ray of cyan light flashed on the blade, easily dodging the three-edged spur blocked by the special forces member, and like a lover caressing, it cut across the special forces member's neck.

When the special operations team member next to him saw his comrade being killed, he immediately stabbed the thin young man in the chest with the triangular thorn in his hand.

With a twist of the blade, the cyan sword was raised upwards, blocking the three-edged military thorns. At this moment, a short man came out from behind the thin young man.

He held two Emei thorns in both hands, one piercing the special operations team member's eyes, and the other piercing upward from his chin.

In just an instant, this special operations team member's life was taken away by this man.

An ordinary-looking young man holds a sledgehammer in each hand and can knock a special forces member back with a single blow.

Behind him, a tall middle-aged man, holding a two-handed sword, slashed to death the special forces members who had been beaten to the point of losing their balance.

Looking at the tacit understanding between the four offensive and defensive players, they should be members of a small team.

The special operations team members who were originally like a high wall blocking the attacks of mutants faced the members of each team and five or six of them died in just a few breaths.

Zhuang Lun, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but praise him again and again.

"These four people are quite unique. They all focus on the improvement of two attributes. If they work together as a team, the power they can exert is often not weaker than those who have comprehensive improvements."

The attributes that the middle-aged man and the ordinary-looking young man focused on were obviously strength and physique. As for the skinny young man and the short man, the attributes they focused on were agility and physique.

After a few breaths, with the tacit cooperation of the four, five more special forces members fell.

Seeing this, the two second-level soldiers who had been guarding Wu Qingyue couldn't help it. One of the second-level soldiers jumped out from behind the special forces members.

The three-edged military thorn in his hand brought up a fierce wind and stabbed towards the chest of the middle-aged man holding the sword.

The middle-aged man sneered and ignored the second-level soldier's attack. He still calmly hacked a special forces member to death with the big sword in his hand.

Seeing this second-level soldier about to pierce the triangular thorn into the middle-aged man's chest, suddenly countless fan-shaped metal pieces flew in and kept hitting the triangular thorn, canceling out its impact.

Just before the second-level warrior could recover from the shock, the middle-aged man laughed ferociously, and the sword in his hand turned icy blue and struck him hard.

The second-level warrior felt his body stiffen and his speed suddenly slowed down.

Secretly thinking something bad, the second-level soldier wanted to ask for help, but before he could speak, hundreds of fan-shaped metal pieces gathered into a long cone and penetrated directly into his heart.

"Wow!" Hundreds of fan-shaped metal pieces spread out and flew towards the middle-aged man's back. A handsome young man walked over slowly, holding his right hand empty, and the fan-shaped metal pieces continued to rotate on his palm.

Zhuang Lun's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, his mental control was so cool!

"Zhuang Lun, I beg you to save my dad!"

However, not everyone will appreciate the attack methods of this mutant team like Zhuang Lun.

Wu Jing watched the special forces members who protected her father being killed one by one. Her father's situation became more and more dangerous. How could she not panic in her heart.

"Everyone must be responsible for their own actions! This is a debt owed by your father, and he needs to pay it back by himself!" Zhuang Lun said coldly without looking back.

He was afraid that when he turned around and saw Wu Jing's sad expression, he couldn't help but want to help Wu Qingyue.

Just as the powerful five-man mutant team was attacking, dozens of huge fireballs suddenly flew from the side and bombarded them wildly.

Caught off guard, all four members of the mutant team were injured, except for the young man who came out at the end unscathed.

In front of him, hundreds of fan-shaped metal sheets combined with each other to form a hemispherical protective shield, blocking the attack of the fireball.

Wu Jing held the druid's staff, slowly walked out from behind Zhuang Lun, and stood in front of the SWAT team members.

Seeing Wu Jing walking out, the handsome young man's eyes lit up.

The long hair pulled behind the ears, the slender neck, the beautiful and gentle face with a bit of stubbornness, and the mature and round body, everything shows that this is an absolute stunner.

"This beauty, they are the common enemies of all of us. If you help them, you will be the enemy of all of us!"

The handsome young man had a slight smile on his lips and bowed slightly, his posture was very elegant. Of course, in Zhuang Lun's view, this was a very sexy and wanky act.

"What you are dealing with is my father, and I will not let you pass no matter what!"

The thin young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Wu Jing with a fierce look, sneered, and turned into a gust of wind, attacking Wu Jing.

Wu Jing still had too little combat experience. She could clearly see the movement of the thin young man, but it was difficult for her to avoid his attack.

"Chai Chao, be careful and don't scratch the beauty's face!"

The handsome young man shouted with a smile, but the thin young man ignored his words.

Although Zhuang Lun was extremely unhappy with the handsome young man at this time, in order to teach Wu Jing a lesson, he still planned to wait for a while before helping her.

The green sword in Chai Chao's hand slashed fiercely at Wu Jing's neck. Faced with Chai Chao's fierce momentum, Wu Jing's steps suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing that Wu Jing was about to be chopped, a light shield suddenly popped up on her body, blocking Chai Chao's attack.

No matter how Chai Chao attacked after that, he could not shake the light shield on Wu Jing's body at all.

After seeing that Chai Chao's attack could not hurt her, Wu Jing seemed to gain confidence all of a sudden. With a wave of the druid's staff in her hand, dozens of fireballs flew out, turning into a cage and surrounding Chai Chao.

Even though Chai Chao's movement was as ethereal as the wind, he still had no way to escape when he was surrounded by dense fireballs without gaps.

Seeing Chai Chao's situation, the face of the handsome young man who was still relaxed at first changed. The fan-shaped metal piece flew out and flew into the fireball, turning into a hollow ball and wrapping Chai Chao inside.

But even so, the simultaneous explosion of forty fireballs also blew up the fan-shaped metal pieces flying in all directions, and Chai Chao was seriously injured.

The handsome young man also spurted out a mouthful of blood. Apparently, the explosion just now also damaged his mental power attached to the fan-shaped metal piece.

"I didn't expect that such a pretty beauty could be so powerful! Looks like I have to take it seriously!"

The handsome young man made a false grab with his right hand, and the fan-shaped metal pieces that were scattered everywhere immediately flew back. With a wave of his right arm, hundreds of fan-shaped metal pieces formed a swordfish.

He clenched his right hand fiercely, and the swordfish made of fan-shaped metal sheets swung its tail suddenly, and rushed out, hitting Wu Jing's shield hard.

The shield vibrated slightly and only lost some durability.

The second-level Aurora Wall is too powerful and cannot be easily broken by this handsome young man.

Seeing this, Wu Jing's confidence increased even more. She kept waving her staff, and fireballs kept flying in the air, blasting towards the handsome young man.

The handsome young man was blasted around, but he dodged just right and avoided every fireball attack.

While dodging the attack, the handsome young man also controlled the swordfish to attack Wu Jing's protective shield. As time went by, the durability of the protective shield became lower and lower.