Chapter 280: I said, do n’t hurt my husband.

"Unexpectedly, your bloodlines are still developing descendants in China!"
Jiang Tian smiled and said disdainfully, "However, unfortunately, I have no interest in being a stinky bat like you who can only hide in a cave all day long. I want to bathe in the warm sunshine.
At this time, he sensed that the blood of the Heipao people was very similar to the "Xuesha tribe" in the cultivation world.
However, the bloodsha clan, which is more powerful than the devil, is too weak, too, as if the snake is compared with the python.
In addition, the blood races on the earth cannot see the sun, but the blood sha races in the cultivation world can walk freely without fear of the sun.
At that time, the patriarchs of the Xuesha tribe had been raised and killed by Jiang Tian. Now, several weaker blood kins, Jiang Tian does not look at it at all.
"Jiang Taichu, you are really crazy!"
Anthony was sullen, his thin red lips scornfully:
"I know you are strong, but you are not the same as you were now, just blame you for having too much revenge, besieged by Southeast Asian masters at the top of Mount Everest, and seriously injured! How much can you repair now? Iron body, or inner strength? Oh, even if you are in the early days of transformation, in my eyes, you are nothing but an ant, and you can only be my blood slave! "
"Jiang Tian was hurt!"
Zhao Xueqing was startled, her face was pale and full of worry.
Although she has a strong sense of consciousness, she still knows too little about the self-cultivation profession. She hasn't seen Jiang's weak blood and serious injuries.
Mingwu realized this, she immediately stretched out her jade arm to stand in front of Jiang Tian, ​​stared angrily at Anthony, gritted her teeth and yelled, "You, get out of here, don't touch my husband's finger! Otherwise, I'll do it! "
"Haha, it's so fun!"
Anthony in a black robe laughed wildly, then his smile converged, full of contempt: "I heard Master Jiang loves his wife very much, but I didn't expect that now you can only let your woman protect you!"
"Okay, now I will turn you into my loyal blood slave! A blood slave who has become a Chinese warrior who has cultivated himself will be more powerful, and I am very excited when I think about it!"
"Anthony, it seems he is really weakened, let us tombstone organization to kill him!"
Suddenly, a figure of seven or eight powerful men appeared in the living room, and a blond man, headed by him, smiled disdainfully.
Each of the eight was wearing black tights, body armor, anti-dazzle night vision goggles, pistols, rifles, tactical sabers, and even a grenade.
"Death, you can't kill him, I need a Huaxia warrior as my blood slave! I have already reported to the employer, and the employer thinks it is feasible!" Anthony said dissatisfied.
"Dear count, if you let our tombstone organization take the lead, I can promise that I will give you some more reward!"
Death smiled politely: "You take 300 million, and I only take 200 million. This should be fair! If we can't kill him, it's not too late for your blood color / totem!"
"Now he's lowered. You have guns, how can you not kill them!"
Anthony snorted dismissively, and then said with regret and depression: "This is an inner strength and may even be a descendant of Huajing, I am really unwilling!"
"Information about his injuries was provided by our tombstone."
Grim Reaper smiled and said, "Moreover, Scarlet / Totem and Tombstone will have more cooperation in the future."
The two powerful men in the dark world bargained there, chattering, simply treating Jiang Tian as a dead man, without the power to resist them.
"You guys are endless?"
Seeing this, Zhao Xueqing was so angry that she stomped her feet and shouted, "Hurry up, otherwise I will kill you!"
"Beautiful lady, don't worry, we have already discussed it, let's do it!"
With the death order, a killer raised his pistol, aimed at Jiang Tian's brows, and fired violently.
boom! With a sound, Jiang Tian shook his body and resisted the shot.
He certainly has the ability to dodge the shot, but he wants to inspire Qing Er's war will and killing heart.
Jiang Tian knows how difficult it is for a common person like Qinger to kill.
In the previous life, even if his family destroyed his relatives and killed him, he hated the world. When he killed him for the first time, he vomited for a while, and his bile was almost vomited.
"Husband, are you okay!"
Zhao Xueqing rushed to Jiang Tian, ​​knelt on the ground, holding his forehead, and asked with worry and concern.
"It's fine, do you understand the truth of this world now?"
Jiang Tian looked down at her tearful eyes, smiled a little, and spoke earnestly.
Jiang Tian, ​​who had been shot, had no worries about his life, but a deep scar also appeared on his brows, and his blood fell down.
Looking at Jiang Tianwen's eyes, Zhao Xueqing froze, but her vision was blurred for a while, and many pictures appeared in the brain like a lantern.
At the age of five, he went up the mountain with his dad to hunt. The dad hit a wild duck and showed off with a smile on his face. The wild duck was scared to cry.
Seven years old, holding a fly swatter himself, slap! Photographed, the flies turned into a piece of juice
At the age of ten, he and his classmates went fishing in the wild pond. They took their own fish and took a group photo in front of the camera.
The youthful figure, the bright and pure smiley face, and the V-sign victory gesture to the camera, but those fish are still struggling.
Fourteen years old, junior high school, on the rooftop after class, she was knocked to the ground by several female classmates, she knelt down and begged for mercy, while those students around smiled proudly, and took a video camera.
The killings have always existed, but I didn't realize it.
"So, you have to kill to live, right?"
Hearing his confused and weak voice, the picture in front of Zhao Xueqing gradually became clear.
She saw Jiang Tian smiling softly, looking at herself, and a nice voice came to her ear again—
"Yeah, the history of civilization, war and plunder occupy a large part. Even if you are not hurting, you are building, but the other party killed you in front of you."
auzw.com "Well, that's right! I have to kill them!"
Zhao Xueqing sighed quietly, turned his head, and looked at the villains coldly.
"Haha, we are still discussing the progress of civilization.
"Oh, although this shot didn't kill him, it was also injured. He should have the inner strength to repair it!"
"Yeah, if eight guns are fired together, he will surely be sieved."
"Don't kill this woman. She's so delicious. I still want to do some good shots for her. This is the woman of the master of Chinese martial arts! It's enough for me to show off my life on the dark web!"
"Master Jiang, beautiful lady, why don't you beg for mercy! Begging for mercy, I can let this beauty go!"
The killers of several tombstone groups pointed guns at Jiang Tian, ​​talking with ridicule and teasing.
Some of the killers are for the purpose of making money, and many times have to be done, but some are born killers who are crazy about killing.
The tombstones in front of them are obviously the second kind. Killing can make them experience an indescribable satisfaction, the kind of superiority that dominates the lives and deaths of others.
Especially when the target is shrouded in fear, dignity is lowered, and Xi Si begging for mercy, it will allow them to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
"You, guys, it, die!"
Zhao Xueqing's eyes suddenly became cold, and she turned into a strange golden color, so aggressive that she stood up slowly, word by word.
In an instant, the immortal Phoenix Fairy's momentum was rising steadily, and the breath of Phoenix Phoenix suddenly exuded, pushing in all directions.
Click! With a light noise, the glass on the table cracked into shocking cracks.
"Huh? What does she want to do?"
Death suddenly felt a sharp killing.
This murderousness was so strong that he made the killer feel hesitant.
"Danger!"
He subconsciously screamed to remind, but it was too late, and he saw in horror that--
Click! Ga! In the crackling sound, Zhao Xueqing's greasy feet broke through the pure solid wood floor. Among the wood blocks and sawdust flying, the figure appeared like a hurricane, with a blast of raging weather.
Her crystal-clear jade hands were sharp with her four fingers close together, and stabbed out with an indomitable momentum.
puff!
Jade hands pierced the body armor like a piece of waste paper, and pierced the chest of a tombstone.
Slammed!
The blood spurted out like an arrow!
"Keke"
The face of the tombstone was distorted with extreme pain, holding Zhao Xueqing's arm in pain, coughing weakly, squirting blood, and bending down deeply.
Huh!
Zhao Xueqing's leg lift was a terrible knee bump, which hit the opponent's head like a shell.
boom!
The man's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and a red and white brain burst out.
The corpse flew up weakly like a ragdoll, flying seven or eight meters away, and fell heavily in the courtyard.
Qing'er was sprayed with blood, and a bit of cold plum blossomed on the plain silk pajamas.
Snapped!
She threw the steaming heart on the ground, the jade foot lifted, and banged! Step on the ground and crush it.
She stood proud and standing on the blood, staring coldly at the horrified subconscious people, her voice ruthlessly killed, like the whisper of the devil from Hell—
"I said, don't hurt my husband!"
The audience was shocked.
"Did she be a warrior too!"
"Strange, the intelligence didn't say anything!"
Everyone couldn't believe it, looking at Zhao Xueqing who was covered with blood, his eyes were dumbfounded, his face was as pale as paper, and his sweat was soaked in sweat instantly.
"Kill her!"
A killer looked at Zhao Xueqing with horror in his eyes and pushed the trigger to the end.
The bullet poured like rain toward Qinger.
"go to hell!"
Zhao Xueqing gave a swift whisper, and he did not shy away at all. He flew into the gunman in front of his body.
Yu Bai's tender little hand was raised, and the slender jade fingers spread out, rubbing against the air for a burst of sonic boom, and patted it.
boom!
The killer's head collapsed without suspense, and in the flying brain and broken bones, the remaining half of the skull fell into the neck cavity.
"She's not afraid of bullets, and is also a master of transmigration! Why the damned intelligence officer didn't figure it out!"
Death was terrified, anxious and corrupted, and the air was resentful, and the heart was gone.