“Hold him!”

The holy word of the sword.

More than a hundred disciples of the sword came to Zhang Fan.

The eyebrows are frowned.

I didn’t know these people were coming in so quickly.

But he was not worried at all.

Do you think too many people are afraid of you?

Do you think that if you have a holy priest, I am afraid of you?

You may not be able to play anywhere else, but in Silent Hill, you are all brothers!

At this thought, Zhang Fan's mouth tugged at a strange smile, and then quickly stretched out a pair of blood wings and flew forward.

The disciples of the sword, although the sword flies faster than the ordinary disciples fly with clouds, but far less than the speed of Zhang Fan.

They were afraid that they would not be able to keep up and slow down.

There was no door to see that the sword could not catch up with Zhang Fan, so they followed together to chase Zhang Fan.

But the disciples of these two sects could not catch up with Zhang Fan.

Only the two Wushengs of these two major gates can barely keep up with Zhang Fan's speed.

But it is only possible to keep up, and it is almost too late to catch up.

“The other people didn’t come together to catch him!”

The sword of the Holy Qur’an.

Wu Sheng spoke, and the other sects dared to disobey.

More than 4,000 people came together to round up Zhang Fan.

In addition, there are a total of seven Wusheng, all of whom rounded up Zhang Fan.

These saints are more and more popular.

These martial saints are high in the presence of these Wusheng on weekdays.

The District Wu Emperor, two steps lower than they are, and they can twist something to death with their fingers.

Today, they are five Wusheng, with more than 4,000 people rounded up, even the boy's hair can not catch one, it is just right!

In desperation, these five Wusheng had to chase and lay some energy barriers while he was chasing.

This reduces the space for Zhang Fan's activities.

Sure enough, Zhang Fan's range of activities became smaller and smaller, and was eventually surrounded by five Wusheng and more than 4,000 people in a small forest.

“Boy, look where you’re going!”

A holy man cried.

Zhang Fan smiled and raised his hands: “Okay, I won’t run away, I won’t run away...”

The monk who has no door to the door of the monk Wusheng, right palms upright to the chest, announced a Buddha trumpet: "Amitabha Buddha, Lord, we do not intend to embarrass you."I just want to ask you a few words.”

Zhang Fan took a few breaths and said, “Ask?”Okay, so ask.”

The unconnected Wu Sheng was eager to open his mouth, but suddenly heard the encirclement surrounded by a strange sound.

“Gah-Gah-Oh-Gah-Oh-Gah-Gah-”

This strange sound is very uncomfortable to hear.

It’s like someone’s call when someone is strangled by their neck.

His mouth opened with a smile.

Here it is!

The people turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Outside the woods, in the gray mist, a shadow gradually appeared.

But the figure did not walk like a normal walk, like the lower zombies who had been broken legs.

Crooked, crooked, and skewed.

And as he walked, his mouth made that kind of "Gang-Ah-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Gradually, the man drew nearer, and the people saw more and more clearly.

When he was only ten meters away from the crowd, the people finally saw it clearly.

This is not a person, but a human monster.

It was naked all over, and the whole body of the skin had been burned.

His head is even more strange.

On a human head, there are no eyes, nose, or ears.

Only the mouth that was torn open with a mouth of blood, in one piece, issued a "gah-huh-huh-uh-uh-uh-uh-", which made people listen to a very uncomfortable sound.

Seeing such a strange monster, all of them felt their scalps.

It’s just ugly, disgusting, perverted, bloody, twisted, desperate, stupid... a collection of all the pejorative words.

These people have occasionally seen some genetic beasts, even the most disgusting monsters they have ever seen, that is, zombies.

But the zombie and the monster are simply angels.

The disciple who had come closest to the monster saw it and cried, “Stand still!”

But the monster didn’t seem to hear him.

The left leg is broken 90 degrees from the calf;

The right foot is a 180-degree inversion.

Bending down and bowing the back.

Continue to make such a terrible cry and come to the disciple.

The student’s face changed slightly: “Stop!”

The monster did not stop.

A disciple of the sword turned to Zhang Fan and asked, “What the hell is this?”

Zhang Fan did not return, but the corner of his mouth pulled a strange smile.

At this time, the nearest Wanjian Zong disciple to the monster saw that the distance between them was less than five meters, and he exaspated and said, “If I don’t stand still, I will shoot!”

But the monster didn’t stop.

The disciples of the sword could no longer bear it.

The two fingers in the right hand food are together, and the finger is jerking forward, and drinking in the mouth: " Out of the sheath!"

choking –

The sword body and the scabbard made a crisp sound of friction.

The sword, like a blue shadow, went out in an instant and flew toward the monster.

坘-

The sword pierced the monster’s head.

Then he flew back to the disciples of the sword, and then choked into the sheath.

When the people saw that the monster's head was put through a hole, they were very impressed by the means of the sword.

However, at this time, the sword sheath on the back of the disciple made a noise.

Then his metal scabbard was corroded by a thick, red mucus of blood.

It turned out that the blood of the monster, a high-strength acid, was brought back after being stained with the sword.

At this time, I heard the loud screams of the sword-returned-sacrimed disciple.

“Ah—”

When the people looked again, they saw him rolling on the ground and shouting.

The clothes on the back have long been corroded to pieces.

The skin on the back has also been corroded, and the bones inside are making a nuisance, constantly braving blood-red bubbles.It smells of stinking.

The blood-red viscous liquid fell on the ground, and the ground was corrified from pits the size of a human head.

The people were shocked, and the other disciples dispersed.

All the disciples gathered around and tried to save the disciple.

But at this moment, the sound of the monster's mouth was made.

Its twisted arms covered its bulging stomach, its throat constantly making a grout.

“No, please back—”

The sword-returned-sung Wushu hastily ordered.

But it was too late.

In the monster's throat, after making a cooing sound, suddenly—

Owy –

It is like a mouth that is torn by life, a stinking sticky liquid, like the sprinkler of a sprinkler, spewed out.