Chapter 1230: Playing zombies (4)

Chapter 1230 Playing Zombies (4)
The man in the cloak saw it and his face was more gloomy. He looked at Murong Xue coldly. "You can cut off the black light of the old man. The internal force is not bad..." The deep voice reveals the taste of gnashing teeth.
Murong Xue did not care, looking at the cloak man's gaze: "Thank you for praise, I am not only good internal force, I also kill the enemy's martial arts is also good, do you want to try?"
The cold voice, the provocative tone, the cloak man's face was even more ugly, the dark eyes were filled with anger, and the cold and cold spit out: "I don't know how to live!" The hand of the micro-grip suddenly opened, five black The light flew out from the fingertips, and the merciless shot of Murong Xue came over...
Murong Xue did not panic, grabbed the chopper and greeted him, ‘oh! 'The black light collides with the internal force, and it shines brightly...
The bright little fox closed his eyes, and when he opened it, Murong Xue and the cloak man had already hit the ping-pong.
The cloak man suspended in the air, the hands of black light as a sharp arrow, one after another shot to Murong Xue, Murong Xue also used the light power to float up, while floating with a half-mutilated chopper to cut the black light, strong energy shot The black light of the stone was cut off by her waist, and the smoke disappeared...
Xiaohu’s eyes are bright, and he doesn’t rush to the zombies. Standing on the grass, he is looking at the fight between Murong Xue and the cloak man with enthusiasm: Oops, Murong Xue took the chopper and tied the man with the cloak, and the martial arts refined. what……
Murong Xue's chopper is getting faster and faster, and the moves are getting more and more fierce. On the other hand, the man in the cloak seems to be slower and slower. The black shot is also getting lighter and thinner. The cloak man seems to be Some are hanging...
The man in the cloak also realized his own inferiority. The gloomy scorpion flashed a sinister poison, his fingers flicked, and an unidentified object was silently attached to a black light. The sinister Chao Murong snow shot in the past...
Murong Xue did not know, waving a chopper to break the five black light moments, an unidentified object crossed her interception and shot at her face...
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed fiercely, and suddenly shunned the unidentified object sideways. He waved the machete and chopped it on the unidentified object, and returned the original way of the unclear thing...
"Hey!" The unidentified man cloaked the cloak man, and the cloak man glanced at him, ejecting black light to the unknown...
Murong Xue also waved a machete at this time, ‘Dangdang’ was slashed to the unknown.
A black light, a knife and a knife criss-cross, slashing the unknown to a place...
‘Hey! The dull sound rang, and Murong Xue and the cloak men stopped their hands at the same time. They only saw Murong Xue’s faint gaze, took back the machete, and fluttered on the ground.
The man in the cloak also retracted his hand into the cloak, falling to the ground, and his eyes were dark and deep. Squatting, the man in the cloak slammed, slammed, and fell to the ground with a thin, long steel needle on his neck...
"Oh." He died?
Watching the lively little fox trembled and ran over.
"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded: the man in the cloak died, died under her half-mutilated machete, and died under his own steel needle.
Murong Xue slashed and smashed the man's cap of the cloak. In an instant, a face with a white beard and a wrinkled face was revealed. His eyes were wide and his eyes were thick. Shocked and unbelievable...
"Hey." This guy is really an old man.
The little fox looked at the body of the cloak man, and he was full of curiosity.
"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded, the old man of 50 or 60 years old.
"Oh." The elderly, who are fifty or sixty years old, have even used steel needles to count people. It is really shameless.
The little fox screamed at the corpse of the man in the cloak, staring at the disdain.
Murong Xue: "..."
It’s okay to use age and darkness to calculate people.
"Hey." Who is this person?
Xiao Fox said quietly.
Murong Xue shook his head: "I don't know..." During the talk, Murong Xue saw a little skin under the neck of the man in the cloak. Her eyes were slightly condensed, and the knife cut off the clothes near his skin. In a flash, a piece of bronze. The skin is exposed, with a pattern of black scorpions printed on it...
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed fiercely. This pattern is not the calculation of a family, the pattern printed on the group? How could it appear in front of this person? It’s hard to be, the person in front of me, and the group of people who counted the family, are a group...
(End of this chapter)