"Come on, let's go to the castle and support the commander."

Their clothes were bloodstained. Lian, who was running in front of her, called out to the old Liu behind her: "the regiment has already started. The strength difference between the two sides is too big."

After leaving the warehouse, the rose mercenary Corps began the anti killing tonight. Taking advantage of their opportunity, the guerrillas began to fight.

Already armed, they killed more than 100 enemies in two hours. If they didn't hear the explosion from the other side of the castle, they would continue to kill.

"Is he still a man? He's not a man

"It's not a person. It's definitely not a person. People can't do these things."

"If he is not a man, is he a God?"

Finally arrived at the castle, but heard a sentence of such exclamations. Lian and Liu looked at each other, but they were puzzled.

The battlefield was a mess, with corpses everywhere. There was a deep gully on the ground, as if it had been split by something.

The fire was still burning, the smoke continued, and a man stood proud, facing the retreating soldiers.

"It's the boss. The boss is OK. My God, is this all done by the boss?"

After analyzing the possibility of this kind of war, Lao Liu took a deep breath: "with the power of one person, he has turned over the 1000 elite of Jingwang. How did the boss do it?"

"This is the strength of Shura. It's terrible."

With her heart shaking uncontrollably, Lian realized what legend was.

It turns out that killing Tony, killing the flying team of King Jing, and eliminating the mercenary regiment of bloody evil were not legends. Now the Shura is the real legend.

Shura hands, slaughter everywhere!

"You You You... "

Said three in a row, but you can't say a complete word, the king of crystal fear paralyzed legs kneeling on the ground. The huge machete that flew over just now cut off more than 200 people's heads in an instant.

Where is human power? This boy is clearly the devil, the devil.

A thousand elite people have been made such a move, and now there are only more than 300 people left. Who could have imagined that the battle took place for more than half an hour, but two thirds of them were killed.

I witnessed the death of his companion and was splashed with blood. In this case, no one can keep calm.

The rest of the three hundred people were staring at their heads on the ground. Finally, I don't know who suddenly called out "don't kill me", and then the rest of the elite all knelt down.

"What are you doing? Give it to me. Give it to me."

The king Jing, who finally came back to God, saw that the rest of the elite actually knelt down and begged for mercy. He immediately scolded: "who of you can kill him? I'll give one million, one million Chinese coins are not my national currency."

No matter how much he yells and how much he scolds, no one dares to act as the first bird. People can kill hundreds of people in one go. Who dares to rush to fight?

If you have money, you have to spend your life. What if you have more money?

"The king of crystal was defeated. In front of the powerful strength, he was defeated thoroughly and had no room for defeat."

"The two sides are not the same level at all. One person can kill your whole base camp."

"The Lord of Yi Jing is doomed to die."

Changes on the battlefield have been doomed to the results, even the last elite are kneeling for mercy, without the crystal king under his hand, what can he do?

Originally thought to come to see crystal Wang Liwei, but did not expect to see the death of King Jing. This dramatic development is really ridiculous, perhaps more tragic.

"Taoist friend, your murderous spirit is too heavy, put down the butcher's knife." A voice rang out.