Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The jackal's face changed slightly, and he quickly bent down, his body showing a strong willfulness, like a piece of plasticine, narrowly dodging the arrow.

But at this time, the surrounding space distorted instantly, as if time was rewinding at this moment.

The arrow that had been avoided just now appeared in front of him again.

"Chopin alarm clock!"

The jackal screamed in his heart, this is an ultra-rare time-based item.

Chopin Alarm Clock: It consumes 20 points to activate. After activation, the space around the target can be reset for three seconds.

(Note: The rollback time does not include the ability used by the target, as well as consumption, and injuries.)

"Puff puff!"

This time, the three arrows blasted a spray of blood on the Jackal's chest without missing a beat.

"run!"

At the same time, the expressions of the other postmen who held the Soul-fixing beads in their hands changed suddenly, and they turned around and began to run out.

If you don't run now, you may not even have the chance to run later. Facing the siege of so many postmen, if you don't run, you will die.

"No one wants to run away!"

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, seeing these guys with the soul-fixing beads in their hands wanted to run away, and those postmen who didn't have the soul-fixing beads in their hands shot at them without hesitation.

The fragile alliance between each other was torn into two factions in an instant.

But an unprecedented tacit understanding broke out with each other.

The three sensory postmen joined forces at the same time to distort the surrounding space to prevent them from escaping.

But the postman holding the soul-fixing orb quickly moved closer to each other at this moment, trying to get out of the encirclement with the firepower.

Wu Ya tried her best to save the trend, but this kind of thing is like a collapsed dam. Just a small crack is enough to quickly cause the dam to collapse in a short period of time, and no one can stop it.

The only person who can stop him is Qi Liang, the leading brother, but now he is sitting there in a decadent state, completely a waste, and Wu Ya can't count on him.

"Don't hit! Don't hit!! I'll fuck you!"

A magic missile exploded precisely in front of Wu Ya, and Wu Ya suffered a big loss when he was caught off guard. A postman saw the figure flickering and moved, and pulled out two strangely shaped muskets from his waist.

At this level, still using muskets as weapons, naturally there is a unique reliance, I saw the comers draw their guns, aim, and shoot.The action was done in one go.

At the same time, a strange light flickered on the musket.

Special Ability: Demon Slayer!

After activation, within 5 seconds, each bullet will consume 40 points, and the damage of the bullet to the evil ability user will be increased by 20%, and the opponent's ability will be suppressed by [-]%.Lasts three seconds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of bullets burst out from the muzzle of the gun.

Wu Ya was terribly bombed by the magic missile just now. The worst thing was that the surrounding space was distorted, and it was difficult for him to forcefully escape into nothingness.

Facing the sudden attack and killing at this time, if those rookie postmen just now were a little bit at a loss.

At this time, Wu Ya has experienced life and death in the space, and has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, how could he still be shot in a daze?

Wu Ya scolded angrily, and hit the chest of the nearest postman with a punch, and then took advantage of the opportunity to pull it in front of her.

Directly use this unlucky guy as a veritable human shield!

"Damn it, don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine!"

Wu Ya was not a good person in the first place, but at this moment, an unknown fire surged into his heart. Wu Ya raised the black sickle in his hand and pressed the meat shield in his hand, and killed the gunman.

Not far away, Fat Pig saw that the situation was not right, and quickly dodged aside, his wretched eyes were fixed on the surroundings, especially those guys holding the soul-fixing beads in their hands.

Not far away, Fat Pig's heart skipped a beat when he saw a postman with fairly good strength who was a little tired after going through several sieges.

Calmly, he took out the ghost-headed sword from the stamp album.

However, just when Fat Pig was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and looked back suddenly in horror, only to see that there was nothing behind him, nothing.

"no one?"

Fat Pig was stunned for a moment, but the coolness on his back didn't decrease, on the contrary, it became heavier, as if there were hands gently writing and drawing something behind his back.

Carefully feeling the strokes of handwriting behind him, Fat Pig couldn't help showing a puzzled expression, and carefully followed each word in his heart: "Bajie, guess who I am?"

Chapter 902

"Guess who I am??"

Fat Pig was stunned for a moment, his small eyes were as big as copper bells, and he thought: "The hell do you know who you are??"

He looked at Fat Pig with a blank expression on his face.

Standing behind Fat Pig, Zhao Ke couldn't help sniggering. He saw the Soul-fixing Orb in the palm of Zhao Ke's hand, faintly visible, and the faint light could only radiate to the distance of his fingertips.

This is Zhao Ke using his hand to absorb a wisp of black mist from Guitong's Soul-fixing Orb, and injecting it into his own Soul-fixing Orb.

Very tiny energy, and the result of suppressing the power of the mysterious tattoo on his chest at the same time.

The fixed soul orb has the special energy of breaking boundaries.

Only in this way can Fat Pig feel his palm.

Zhao Ke was just trying it out, but he didn't expect this method to be really easy to use.

I saw Zhao Ke continued to write strokes on the back of the fat pig: "You forgot, our agreement?"

"Agreement??"

The fat pig has yet to understand what kind of mess this is.

Immediately afterwards, I felt four words written on the back: "The chickenless man."

"Fuck!" Fat Pig couldn't help but recall the horror in his mind, the fear of being dominated by the words "chickenless" last time in the horror space.

It was an experience that he can hardly recall.

And there is only one person who knows this experience, Zhao Ke!

Immediately, Fat Pig couldn't help cursing: "It's you, you bastard who has been paid a thousand knives."