Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1132: , Fuzhou City
"Arrogant!" Qing Yingzi's face was full of anger.
"Looking for death!" Huang Zhen's eyes flashed murderously, and no one had dared to say such things in his face. But I didn't see the solemnity on the smiling girl's face.
"Dear Governor Liu, are you sure you want to hit the four of us?" Hong Chan's eyes were wary, but there was a smile on his face, murderously hidden in casual conversation.
Boom——
Liu Wei'an's waist ridge sinks slightly, and the platinum bow is slowly pulled apart. As inch by inch is full, a terrible breath is emitted, like a volcano that has been backlogged for a thousand years, waiting to gush out.
The air became solidified, the ground sank silently, and the waste products floating on the ground suddenly shattered into powder.
The momentum is still increasing, as if there is no end, the faces of the four people have all changed.
The moment the bow was full like a moon, the horrible aura wanted to shoot through the sky, and it was invincible. The complexions of Qing Yingzi, Hongchan, Huang Zhen, and Girl Xiaoxiao changed drastically, their bodies were stiff, and it was difficult to move a finger.
The horror of Liu Wei'an was beyond their thoughts. I wanted to see what kind of skills Liu Wei'an, an arrogant man, has, but I missed the first move. Improving the momentum is a difficult thing, the four of them all want to wait for Liu Wei'an's momentum to stop for the moment to take action.
They have rich combat experience and can look for fighters at any time, but Liu Wei'an didn't give them a chance. The momentum was full in an instant, and there was no flaw in it.
The four of them were horrified, but for an instant, they couldn't bear it, their shoulders sank, and big beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. The four people flashed in their minds how to solve the difficulties in front of them, but their thoughts flashed by and they didn't dare to try.
Liu Wei keeps silent, whoever moves first will inevitably welcome the offensive of his landslides. No one is sure to withstand the arrow he has accumulated. The first action must die. They have this I can only endure silently and wait for the moment.
The scene is dead.
The five people are all like sculptures. Maintaining this balance, Liu Wei'an maintains the state of drawing the bow, under the greatest pressure, but looking at his expression, it seems that he has been fine for several days and nights.
The hearts of the four people kept sinking.
Outside the field, the middle-aged gunman, beggar, and Chen Danxia retreated and then backed out, shocked in their hearts. The strength of the four people shocked them. They felt such terrible pressure on the outside. Laughing, Hong Chan, Qing Yingzi and Huang Zhen were in the situation, and they were under a hundred times the pressure.
Hongchan made a ‘嘤咛’ sound, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his face was not pale, but rather ruddy, red and coquettish. The black mist surged, forming a magic knife above her head, bearing the boundless pressure for her.
Then, the smiling girl's shoulders trembled, and her face was pale as paper. Behind her, a statue of the emperor slowly appeared, and Jiang He almost couldn't help kneeling down and worshiping.
When the time for a cup of tea passed, Qing Yingzi's hair was windless, and pain appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone act together, or we will all have to die!" Huang Zhen said this sentence with difficulty.
Hongchan and Miss Xiaoxiao looked at each other, and they rarely joined forces. As soon as they shot, Liu Weian's eyes exploded and the bow and arrow moved, aiming at Huang Zhen, but the arrow did not shoot. .
"Ah--"
Huang Zhen screamed, spurting blood and tossing, like a kite with a broken line, flying diagonally in the air, unable to fall down.
"Amitabha Buddha!" The Buddha's horn resounded between the sky and the earth. Just as Liu Wei'an was about to release his index finger and thumb, Huang Zhen had already escaped the pressure range and disappeared into the night sky.
The light flickered, Hongchan's magic knife, Xiaoxiao's emperor sword, and Qingyingzi's broken knife cut through the sky at the same time, breaking through the boundless pressure, and appeared on the edge of the square.
Liu Wei'an has missed the best opportunity to take action. He slowly turned his head and looked at it, with a calm tone: "What do you do to see the master?"
"Amitabha!" Came to see the master folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows, "Governor Liu, benefactor, they can't die now!"
"What if they kill me in the future?" A cold light flashed in Liu Wei'an's eyes. The bow and arrow are facing the void, but they are locked to see the master's body, and he can shoot a shocking arrow at any time.
"They can't kill Governor Liu's benefactor." When I came to see the master relaxed, he didn't even have the slightest defense, as if he couldn't see the murderous intent in Liu Wei'an's eyes.
"The master is better to take care of nothing." In the moment of silence, Liu Wei'an slowly put away the platinum bow, and the horror aura faded like a tide.
"Amitabha!" He came to see the master nodded politely at Liu Wei'an, turned and left the urban square. Looking at the edge of the square, Xiaoxiao Girl, Witch Hongchan, and Big Brother Qingyingzi were gone.
The four teamed up and were injured by Liu Wei'an without a single move. Although they felt aggrieved, they were embarrassed to make another move tonight.
"Are you two interested in going to the Ping An Army as a guest?" Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged gunman and beggar. The middle-aged gunman showed hesitation.
"Do you care about eating?" The beggar asked directly.
"Manage!" Liu Weian said.
"Isn't it cannibalism?" the beggar asked half-jokingly.
"The Ping An army is not in the vanguard of cannibalism." Liu Wei'an said.
"As long as the Ping An army does not dislike the dirty and smelly old beggar, the old beggar has no objection." The beggar grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
"Welcome." Liu Wei'an turned his eyes to the middle-aged gunman.
"Nagging." The middle-aged gunman also agreed. In fact, you don't need to think too much. In troubled times, just consider one thing. Survive. Liu Wei'an's power can make him survive more. Long is enough.
"You'd better not leave, you are my prisoner now!" Liu Wei'an's faint voice sounded, a wave of fluctuations appeared in the void, and a figure in black clothes and black trousers slowly emerged.
Everyone was surprised. It was the assassin. She didn't even die. Everyone thought he was dead. The head and face were covered with black cloth, and only the eyes were exposed. There was no trace of emotion, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. However, judging from the slim and slender figure, the probability of being a woman was higher.
You Mengshou showed up with the peace army. His speed was already fast, but it was still a step too late. The battle was over, and they only had a chance to clean up the mess.
"Fuzhou City will return to the Ping An army in the future." Liu Wei'an dropped this sentence and left, with the rest of the matter being handed over by Putao and You Mengshou. Fuzhou is not well-known, but blood clotting plants have appeared repeatedly, which is worthy of attention.
Unfortunately, the local residents of Fuzhou City are almost dead. The rest are young people. They can't find any useful clues. They can only wait for experts to come and study them carefully.
Old rules, the first thing to take Fuzhou City is to eliminate zombies.
Lan Yingying's blue arc swept across, and a piece of zombies fell. Naturally, there is a sniper rifle to deal with those who have not fallen. Cancer bullets may not work against other creatures, but they are very useful against zombies.
Sword Twenty-Three and the Third Child of the First Time took action from time to time to wipe out high-level zombies. Chen Danxia, beggars, middle-aged gunmen, grapes, and iron tower strong men looked shocked and ashamed. For the first time, they discovered that zombies were so easy to deal with.
Ping An Army’s personal combat power is not much stronger than the evolutionary surviving in Fuzhou, but it can kill zombies so easily. There is no special skill, only the four characters of ‘trust’ and ‘unity’.
Unite as one, never act alone at any time, absolutely trust, even if the back is given to teammates. This ensures that even if they encounter powerful zombies, they will not be broken up, only the whole team will be destroyed.
There are many evolvers in Fuzhou, but they have never been able to do this. Every time you encounter a powerful zombie, the formation instantly disperses.
The weaker evolvers ran away or died, and the powerful evolvers had no choice but to retreat, or they would be crushed to death by the zombies. There is a lack of trust among the evolvers in Fuzhou City, and they are in danger, usually only as a result of death.
The Ping An army is different. Even the weakest warrior will be rescued as long as they are not dead. Tank Zhu Tanzhi, General Flying Dagger, Zheng Li, Xue Nu, Jian Twenty-Three and the Third Child of Taichu, they will do whatever it takes. Rescue, don't give up anyone.
Ping An Army is 10 people who can exert the power of 13 people or even 15 people. In Fuzhou City, 10 people can only exert the fighting power of 3 people at most 5 people. The sharp contrast makes the last bit of grievance of grapes gone.
He is bloodthirsty and cruel. After all, he is still a human being. He still wants to make a little contribution to mankind. No one likes watching zombies destroy mankind.
Chen Danxia, beggars, middle-aged gunmen, and Jiang He also like to kill zombies with the Ping An army. This atmosphere is so good that they can safely deal with powerful zombies without worrying about losing both to the zombies. There are no comrades in arms. They can work hard, they can get hurt, and there will always be someone behind them in the rescue.
The name of the Iron Tower Warrior is Zhang Tiedan, his name is very tacky, but it fits his temperament very well. He lost his arms, but he didn't want to leave. He still had two feet, and there was a mighty force on his feet. A low-level zombie could explode with one kick, and he was extremely fierce.
"Be careful, white-haired zombies!" The middle-aged gunman reminded him, the voice fell, and a silver changhong pierced the void, which was unusually dazzling in the dark night.
Swish——
When the arrow accurately hit the center of the eyebrow of the white-haired zombie~IndoMTL.com~ the sound of breaking through the air spread.
Boom!
The head of the white-haired zombie exploded, and the body flew upside down three or four meters, hitting two low-level zombies. The middle-aged gunman was stunned for a moment. Liu Wei'an had disappeared. Not long after that, there were horrible waves and violent crashes at the end of the street.
Boom----
He heard it. It was the sound of "Big Judgment Fist". After a shocking collision, the fluctuation of the battle disappeared. Five or six seconds later, Liu Wei'an returned with the corpse of the corpse demon.
Only the body is left, the head is gone.
Seeing this scene, Jianghe, Grape, and the middle-aged gunmen all looked sluggish. It was a corpse demon. One appeared. The whole Fuzhou city had to give way. Looking at Liu Weian's appearance, it seemed as if he had been killed. A puppy is so casual, look again, the army of Ping An, with an unpleasant expression.
Ping An army, they suddenly have a guilty conscience of a hillbilly entering the city.