Chapter 2227: Tired of the gods

After entering this world, Ming Wei and others are the absolute main force.
She never looked down on Luo Zheng. After all, the gap between the repairs was too great, and it was impossible to make up for it. Therefore, Luo Zheng and other elders, as well as the gods, were protected.
Even at the beginning, Ming Wei intends to let only a large number of exiles, and Fuchu and Xiaoyan enter the world, after all, other people are cumbersome in the eyes of exiles!
After the life of the people, Luo Zheng’s strength is not weaker than those of exiles, not even weaker than Ming Wei, Jin Lao and others.
Now they are in urgent need of the people to open the way, Ming Wei naturally called Luo Zheng.
"it is good!"
Luo Zheng did not hesitate, and his body shape flashed, and he moved from the rear.
In the face of a steady stream of yin, trapped here sooner or later will exhaust and die, and now can only gather strength to kill!
After Ming Wei assigned another two ethnic exiles, the pedestrian began to approach the front!
"Tian Mang!"
The current Fu Erchong was at the forefront, and the silver-gray rifle was like a shuttle, and it stabbed more than a dozen shots in an instant.
"Hey..."
More than a dozen screaming people screamed and fell to the ground.
Then the two exiles of the female Yi people also rushed up. The two men held more than ten short swords, and the other one was a strangely shaped sickle. After two rounds of attack, they were killed again. Dozens of sluts.
Then there is Jin Lao, Chi Yi and others...
These exiles took turns and made a road in front of them.
The people behind are stepping on the bodies of these sluts!
Luo Zheng did not hesitate at all.
Although he can't use the energy of the in-vivo world, his swordsmanship has been refined to the extreme in the universe.
Now that the figure is fluttering, the long sword in his hand is attacked and killed on the back neck of the yin with the simplest path.
After killing for a while, he and Ming Wei both rushed to the front.
"woo woo woo woo……"
In front of the Ming Wei, the face is aligned with the Yin man, and his eyes are lightly flashed.
"Hey!"
The ring blade suddenly pulled, and the neck of these sinister people was cut off by her.
However, this time she ignored a yin person on the side of her body. The yin person quietly approached, opened her mouth and bite it toward the bright white neck of Ming Wei!
Under the influence of the life of the people, even if it is Ming Wei, being bitten, it will also be blurred!
Her face changed, and her heart knew that she couldn't avoid it. She could only bear this bite.
"boom!"
But when the mouth of the yin is two inches from her neck, the blade of the blade that is as thin as a flap has once again fallen into the forehead of the yin...
Seeing a slowly falling person, Ming Wei’s face showed a faint smile, and she did not expect that she would let a junior in the real world save.
Then she gently hooked the flying knife with the ring blade on her hand and threw it back to Luo Zheng.
The two silently continued to kill a road ahead!
Although the number of yin people is not reduced, these sinisters are rushed up without their minds because they have no wisdom.
The exiles and the ridiculous gods have quickly stabilized after experiencing the initial panic!
The means of confronting these Yin people became more and more familiar. At first they were damaged, and six people were degraded. Although some people were injured in the back, no one was degraded.
In this way, I fought and went, and traveled for dozens of miles.
The number of yin people slowly decreased, from the very beginning, to the back of the scattered, and finally finally disappeared.
At this time, everyone is no longer moving forward...
It is not that they are not willing to seize this opportunity to hurry, but the weakening of their lives is all-encompassing, and even their physical strength is greatly weakened. They have killed this way, and it can be said that most people have exhausted their physical strength to the limit.
Many people saw that the yin was gone, and the tight strings in their hearts suddenly loosened, and they quickly softened on the ground, and even their fingers didn't want to move any more.
Even the exiles who are good at using skills and retaining physical strength are also breathing out.
It is Jin Lao, Ming Wei and others are no exception.
Ming Wei's body was splattered by the blood of the yin, like a person, she picked up the corner of the long skirt, a heavy twist, "哗啦", blood water poured out from her skirt...
On the occasion of away these blood, Ming Wei's gaze quietly fell on the opposite Luo Zheng, and his face was a bit strange.
After the life of the people, everyone's physical strength should be the same. Many exiles are tired, but Luo Zheng is still a kind of calm.
"You... are you tired?" Ming Wei asked curiously.
"Fortunately," Luo Zheng smiled.
The number of he killed is not less than that of Ming Wei, and is probably the most among these people.
However, the sword method used by Luo Zheng is very special. The kendo he used to practice is the most concise, and the best effect is achieved with the simplest movement. The physical strength consumed by each sword is very small, and the current color is naturally better than others!
"Still take a break," Ming Wei said faintly: "Now it is impossible to hurry."
These powerful exiles must now be rehabilitated like ordinary mortals, otherwise the physical strength consumed will simply not recover...
In the eyes of many people, this is a very ridiculous thing. After all, the physical strength is probably not as good as one hundred millionth of their physical strength. However, the hegemony of the lives is unreasonable. They must understand that they are indeed stronger than mortals. Not much.
"Well, I am going to whistle," Luo Zheng nodded.
Ming Wei nodded slightly, but also found a corner, sitting on the column below the high platform and sitting on the legs, helplessly closed his eyes. She didn't remember that it was tens of thousands of years ago when she really closed her eyes and slept.
Maybe it is too sleepy, but after two or three breaths, she has already fallen asleep.
As for the other exiles, the gods are already buzzing.
Luo Zheng put the long sword on the ground, his eyes swept over these people, and his face showed a smile, which was able to exhaust the energy of these exiles. It is indeed a very strange thing...
Now that everyone has fallen asleep, Luo Zheng is sitting cross-legged and quietly starting to run his own blood.
Just in the midst of the chaos and slaying, the 9252 squad has repeatedly urged himself to stimulate the blood of the gods, to defeat the enemy with the stars.
The life of the people is also the magical power of truth.
The means under the magical powers cannot be resisted.
Therefore, whether it is the soul, the flesh, the real element of the inner world, the power of the gods is "equality" and equal to the stage of mortal.
Even with vision, physical strength is equal.
However, at 9:527, Luo Zheng was told that the truth and the magical powers would not be equal.