Chapter 2033： Hot shot

The second thousand and thirty-three chapters are hot and spicy

"叮叮叮".

The sound of the bullet landing, the shooting of the King of the Killer has no use, and the bullets are blocked by an invisible force.

"Now, understand how weak you are?" Jing Changqing said coldly, "Tell you, we are gods, you can survive only if you are kneeling at our feet!"

"Now, make a decision!" Jing Changqing proudly laughed.

"Schoolmaster, senior, I beg you, don't kill me, I am willing to follow you, I am willing to do anything, as long as you don't kill me!" Wang He quickly squatted on the ground.

He has been stunned by this immortal means, and is even more scared by Jing Changqing's sultry means, begging for mercy, no matter what he asks for.

"Hey, your father still has some use, you, what is the use?" Jing Changqing is indifferent.

I saw him reaching out and killing Wang He.

The blood fell, and Wang He’s old man sighed, but nothing could stop it.

"Jing Changqing, you demon, you killed my son, you want me to do things for you!" Wang He old growled.

"Jokes, you are willing or not, what is the relationship, just need you to be alive is enough." Jing Changqing faint.

The ground of the Golden Temple has gradually illuminated more lines.

The lines of the road, can not tell the difference, and if you pay attention, you can see that the blood is being absorbed by the lines, and the light of the lines has become scarlet.

In this way, the entire Golden Temple is like a purgatory.

Is this really true?

For Zhou Xiaomei and others, it is simply not acceptable in a short time.

"You, is a refiner!" Zheng Lao's face was pale, and he couldn't help but whisper.

"It’s Zheng Lao, I know everything about us," Jing Changqing smiled.

The refiners are extremely rare, and there is a tacit understanding in the circle. Be careful and generally never expose yourself.

However, Zheng Lao stood in the high position after all, and he was not surprised when he was exposed to the refiners.

"Since Zheng Lao knows what a refiner is, then it should be understood that we can't win!" Jing Changqing said proudly.

Zheng Laozui is bitter in his mouth.

When he was young, he was also a soldier. He did not know how many battles he had. The aircraft cannons and tank carriers had been commanded. It can be said that it is a vertical and horizontal battlefield. There are no objects in the eyes that can be feared.

But he knows that there is a kind of person in the world who has a miraculous power. It is far superior to the mortal, not a conventional weapon.

Once, in the South China Sea, the fleet led by Zheng Lao performed acting and shelling an uninhabited island reef, which angered an expert on the island reef.

The man walked directly on the water and quickly came to the warship. He opened the steel wall on the battleship with one hand and came to Zheng Lao.

If the person did not have a murderous heart, Zheng Lao had already died.

Zheng Lao has since understood that in this world, the soldiers are nothing, and there are a group of stronger human beings.

But even if the national machine is launched, they still can't find those people.

Moreover, they dare not look for it with great fanfare, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous once they are angered.

Unexpectedly, today, in this Golden Temple, I saw such a large number of refiners gather.

"What do you want to do?" Zheng Lao Shen said.

"You will know soon, you, there is no power to choose!" Jing Changqing said lightly.

The array is running, and a **** ball slowly condenses out, releasing a red glow.

If you look closely, you can find that this is an eyeball, and its eyes are clear, and everyone's eyes are gradually becoming a godless.

This is the blood of the imperial soul, which can play a role in controlling the human heart.

Jing Changqing did not intend to surrender these people from the beginning. What he had to do was to turn them into jealousy and directly control the mind.

Only then can you not worry about betrayal.

As for these big bangs.

Others can die, and turn into a nourishment of blood refining!

"You predecessors, enjoy the harvest!" Jing Changqing spread his arms, haha ​​laughed.

And those old people, all of them are skyrocketing, and have already been eyeing the spirits in the field.

I have been working in the dark for many years, and finally I have gathered these spirits without leaving traces. How can I not enjoy it?

"Little girl, come, come to my arms, Grandpa will hurt you!" An old guy with a long eyebrows, licking his lips, slowly walked over to a female student.

And the female student, constantly screaming, wants to hide behind her boyfriend, but it is impossible.

No one wants to die, no one can be in this situation.

"I beg you, let me go!" the female student cried.

"Do not worry, Grandpa will make you very comfortable!" The old slutty slutty slutty, and suddenly rushed up.

No one can stop the power of the refiner.

The female student wanted to escape, but found that the body could not move at all. She could only watch the terrible old man rushing.

After waiting for her, it is a miserable fate.

"Is this old, hard to get up?" But it was cold, and then I heard only a scream.

Female students have nothing to do.

Instead, the old **** was stepped on the ground by Qin Qi.

"Ah!" The female student screamed and looked at herself, already scared.

"Bastard, you are looking for death!" The old slutty sorrow became angry, and the aura of his body was scattered, turned into a practising, and pumped to Qin Qi.

Even if Qin Qi is a foreign master, if he is hit, I am afraid that the body will be directly translated into two paragraphs.

Practicing and pulling out, Qin Qi did not even dodge.

"Idiot!" The old **** eyes are bright and full of mockery.

I still don't understand the gap between the refiners and the foreign masters.

"Give me to die!" The old **** laughed.

Just seeing it, Qin Qi will take a handful of it, and then he will grasp the practice in his hand, and then exert a force, the aura of the old **** has a tendency to scatter.

"How is it possible!" The old **** exclaimed.

He is a refiner, mastering the power of a far superior mortal, a foreign master, how can he catch his strength empty-handed?

"You can die." Qin Qi is indifferent.

Forced at the foot, directly crushed the back of the old **** stick, together with the heart, destroyed.

At the same time, a rage rang, a long sword spurred, aiming at the heart of Qin Qi, is to grasp the timing of Qin Qi shot to kill the old bastard.

Obviously, the other party does not intend to save the old bastard, but just wants to take the opportunity to kill Qin Qi.

The timing of such control is indeed good, even if it is the person himself, it is also the pride of the heart, that Qin Qi has absolutely no possibility of evading.

Qin Qi's strength is far beyond imagination, but this is just the right, so strong, can give them more power!

Old sluts, not white death!

"Flying swords, unfortunately, it is too rough. It seems that after the destruction of the world, there is not much left in the refining of the earth." Qin Qi shook his head.

The flying sword stabbed his body and only heard the "beep" and fell.

This looks at the sharp flying sword, even Qin Qi's skin can not be broken!