Chapter 558: Brother Yao shows his edge against danger
Chapter 558: Brother Yao shows his edge against danger
Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows and a wicked curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This feeling of being targeted is like being bitten by hundreds of mosquitoes at the same time. Although it is not fatal, it is really unpleasant.
He knew that the rightful owner had come.
"Brothers, retreat!"
Shen Qingzhu shouted in a low voice, with unquestionable majesty in his tone.
"Carry the wounded and run as fast as you can! Leave this to me!"
Although the members of the Black Killing Group were confused, their years of experience in life and death told them that obeying orders was the best thing to do at this time.
They supported each other and crawled away.
Shen Qingzhu glanced at the staggering figures and cursed in his heart.
These bastards failed at the critical moment!
However, seeing them trying hard to escape, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to stabilize the [Qi Min] that was running wildly in his body.
This thing is like an overloaded engine that could explode at any moment.
Once interrupted, the person may go crazy at best or die instantly at worst.
"Oh, you are quite loyal." A sinister voice drilled into Shen Qingzhu's ears like a poisonous snake.
I saw a guy wearing a red robe of God's oracle slowly walking out from the shadows.
He looked Shen Qingzhu up and down,
"The language of the Pure Land? Interesting..." The Red Divine Envoy said in broken Japanese, "You, come with me."
Shen Qingzhu was confused. What is this Pure Land?
My buddy is a legitimate successor to socialism!
He grinned and replied in the same broken Japanese: "Baga Yalu!¥%……&"
The Red God Envoy in the robe frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Shen Qingzhu's answer.
He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire venue.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"
Just as the Red God's Envoy was about to take action, Shen Qingzhu suddenly attacked!
"Soul-breaking Sword!"
A flash of cold light passed by, and the [Soul-Breaking Sword] in Shen Qingzhu's hand stabbed towards the throat of the Red God's Envoy like a poisonous snake.
This knife condensed all the true energy in Shen Qingzhu's body. It was as fast as lightning and extremely cruel!
The Red God's Envoy in Yupao obviously did not expect Shen Qingzhu to suddenly attack, and was caught off guard and stabbed solidly by the [Soul-Breaking Sword].
Blood splattered out, staining the chest of the Red Messenger's robe red.
He widened his eyes, looking at the handsome boy in front of him in disbelief, and made an indistinct sound in his throat.
Shen Qingzhu succeeded in his attack, but there was no joy on his face. Instead, he stared at the red robe of the divine messenger with even more vigilance.
"Is it done?" He thought to himself, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered...
Shen Qingzhu thought it was done, and a smile of "the plan went through" appeared on his face, and he was about to give himself a thumbs up.
As a result, the knife wound on the chest of the Red Messenger's robe began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"What the hell?!" Shen Qingzhu cursed. What the hell is this?
What was even more bizarre was that the originally dull eyes of the Red God Envoy in the robe suddenly lit up with a strange red light, as if they were injected with some evil will.
He slowly raised his head, a creepy smile on his lips, and said in an emotionless tone: "Blasphemers, die!"
Shen Qingzhu felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
This feeling is like facing a zombie controlled by artificial intelligence. It has been physically liberated, but it can still come back to life!
"Are you playing tricks on me?!" Shen Qingzhu yelled angrily, and the [Soul-Breaking Sword] flew again, slashing fiercely towards the head of the Red God's Envoy in the robe.
However, this time, the Red God's oracle robe moved!
He dodged Shen Qingzhu's attack with a strange movement, and slapped Shen Qingzhu's chest with his backhand.
Shen Qingzhu only felt a tightness in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit a big tree hard.
Just as the Red God's Envoy was about to pursue the victory, a figure suddenly dropped from the sky, grabbed Shen Qingzhu's arm and pulled him aside.
"Hey, brother, are you done?" Wu Hen's frivolous voice came, "I told you before, being pretentious is risky. If you act too pretentious, you might even sprain your back!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Qingzhu glared at Wu Hen unhappily. "There's something wrong with this thing. It looks like it's being remotely controlled!"
Wu Hen nodded and looked at the red envoy's robe with a serious look.
The trees around him seemed to be pulled by some force and began to grow wildly. Countless branches swept towards the two of them like tentacles.
"Damn, a tree demon grandma?" Wu Hen screamed and quickly summoned several strange creatures to block the two of them.
"This thing, even if the soul is obliterated, the body can still be controlled."
Lin Qiye's voice rang in their ears, "There is a special mechanism in the body of the Divine Messenger."
Shen Qingzhu's expression was extremely grim. This divine messenger was simply an indestructible monster!
"Retreat!" Shen Qingzhu said gritting his teeth, his tone full of helplessness.
Several people fought and retreated, and soon disappeared into the dark night.
Meanwhile, in the bustling Dotonbori, Xiao Jiner was holding Yunari, warily watching the man in the yellow robes of the divine messenger before him...
"Yuuna, close your eyes." Xiao Jin'er's voice was low and gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the child in her arms.
He gently stroked Yunari's hair, but a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
Yuhui Qinggong stood aside, silently wiping the [Yubeng] in his hand.
The blade reflected the neon lights of Dotonbori, flashing with a cold light.
He knew that this battle was inevitable.
"Xiao Jin'er, you..." Yuhui Qinggong hesitated to speak, as he understood Xiao Jin'er's concerns.
Yunari is just an ordinary child and should not be involved in this dispute.
"I know what you want to say."
Xiao Jiner interrupted Yuhui Qinggong, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "But Yuzhe Lihei... is the key to breaking the situation. I can't let anything happen to her."
Yuhuiqing Palace was silent.
He gripped the [Yubeng] tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He knew that all he could do was try his best to buy time for Xiao Jiner.
"I will do my best." Yuhui Qinggong said in a deep voice, his tone full of determination.
Xiao Jiner nodded and said nothing more. He took one last look at Yunari in his arms.
The next second, Xiao Jin'er's figure turned into countless golden butterflies and disappeared into the night.
Only Yunari was left standing there in a daze, her little hands tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, as if she had not yet recovered from this sudden change.
Yuhui Qingmiya took a deep breath and protected Yunari behind him.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the man in the yellow robe of the oracle not far away.
The man put his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.
He looked up and down at Yuhuiqing Palace, with a scornful smile on his face.
"Just you?"
Yuhui Qinggong did not answer, but slowly raised the [Yubeng] in his hand.
The tip of the knife pointed directly at the Yellow God Envoy's robe. The blade trembled slightly, making a low humming sound, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit.
There was a sense of oppression in the air, like the calm before the storm.
The hustle and bustle of Dotonbori seemed to be isolated at this moment.
The war is about to break out!
The corner of the yellow divine envoy's mouth curved even wider, and he slowly raised one hand.
The fingertips gently stroked in the air, as if plucking invisible strings.
"Since you want to die so much..."
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