Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Go back, it's not up to us to participate in the rest of the matter, and it's useless to stay, come back."

Xu Wu pondered, since all the Yin-Yang elders had come, he forcibly cut off his own space power.

It was clear that he didn't want him to continue participating.

Besides, he is also seriously injured, it is better to return to heal his injuries.

"But there are still some scattered postmen in the woods, and the leading brother is still alive."

Li Fang reminded.

However, Xu Wu was not interested in these bits and pieces of dried shrimps, he was already very tired.

"Let's go, I've been undercover in the dark forest for so long, it's time to go back and have a look."

After Xu Wu finished speaking, the figure gradually turned into nothingness, and finally disappeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this, the rest of the people looked at each other and chose to return one after another.

Zhao Ke didn't know that in a place he couldn't see, a group of people silently protected him, and after the fight, they left silently, as if they were shadows hidden in the dark, unknown to everyone.

Chapter 1002 Closing

The old man Yin Yang rode a donkey, and after crossing the mountain, he didn't move on.

Although there is still a long distance between them, the life-and-death battle between the two senior postmen is no longer easy for outsiders to watch.

If it weren't for the Yin-Yang old man controlling the surrounding space, he might be affected at any time.

Even so, Zhao Ke also noticed the invisible fluctuations in the surrounding void from time to time.

Looking at the direction of the eyes, the heart is also frightened.

"This...is simply a collision of two worlds."

On the one hand, there is a sea of ​​blood and yellow springs, and on the other hand, it is heaven and wonderland.

The two worlds seemed to have an earth-shattering collision.

The aftermath of every collision is suffocating.

"too strong!"

Zhao Ke clenched his hands into fists. Every stage of the postman is a substantial change.

Low-level postmen rely on the cooperation between stamps.

The middle-level postman relies on the ability to devour stamps, constantly develops the ability, and finally becomes a unique and powerful method.

When it comes to the senior postman, it is just like in front of your eyes, like a party ruling the world.

The gap is so large that it is embarrassing.

Zhao Ke's eyes widened, and a pair of pupils appeared in his pupils, shining brightly. He didn't want to miss such a great battle.

Ji Wusui seemed very tired, lying on Zhao Ke's shoulder, not saying a word.

She didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the battle ahead.

If it wasn't for Zhao Ke, she would have dragged Zhao Ke into the coffin to rest.

"Three generations of blood feud, swaying, you should drink hatred."

Zhao Ke couldn't see Granny Hong, but could hear her anger.

But I saw a sea of ​​blood churning, and countless ghosts galloping like thousands of troops.

The nearby mountains and rivers were safe, but the world around the Nantianmen collapsed and destroyed in an instant amidst a sea of ​​blood and ghosts.

Abi Tuyuan, there are layers of blood on the two kitchen knives. When the blades are swung, it seems that the power of the whole hell is pouring out with the blades.

Horror, unparalleled.

"Huh!" A cold snort came from the fairy pavilion, and in the 33rd heaven, the Dao Flame ignited alone and shone through the ages.

Dao fire and the 33rd sky seemed to be condensed together, and the stars flickered suddenly, and the starlight fell like a long river.

In a blink of an eye, 33 XingXiu Excalibur fell through the air.

There are thousands of sword glows, falling down, each sword glow is as heavy as ten thousand, carrying the power of breaking the sky and piercing the sea of ​​blood.

"Roar!"

The sea of ​​blood looked like a giant beast, roaring unwillingly under the light of the sword.

The figure of the red granny stood on the top of the sea of ​​blood, swinging her double blades, controlling the blood under her feet, and going up against the sky.

It's a pity that it's still a bit short, and I can't fight against it.

A sword of XingXiu fell down, causing the sea of ​​blood to be ignited, and dried up in an instant.

Granny Hong's face was pale, her forehead and long hair hung down her shoulders, and her body was almost covered by sparks.

And the double blades in his hands were also whining endlessly.

"Mistress!"

Zhao Ke was shocked and almost couldn't help jumping out.

He was worried about Granny Hong, but it wasn't the kind of concern of the younger generation, but he was worried about how he would deal with the old man when she died.

But before Zhao Ke could move, his body was lightly pressed down by Ji Wusui's palm.

"Don't worry, your mistress is going to win."

Ji Wusui's voice was very quiet, and she attached to Zhao Ke's earlobe, revealing this icy fragrance, which made Zhao Ke's earlobe numb and indescribably comfortable.

But for Ji Wusui's words, Zhao Ke was confused: "Win?"

Right now, Master's body is almost swallowed by sparks, and even the sea of ​​blood has dried up. I don't know how Wu Sui can tell that Master is going to win?

Ji Wusui didn't explain, Zhao Ke looked at the old man Yin Yang.

But this old guy is also a boring master, he doesn't like to talk too much, so naturally he won't explain the mystery.

It's just that Zhao Ke stared at him all the time, and felt very uncomfortable, so he reluctantly reminded: "The heavy injury can't hold on anymore."

The punishment for violating the rules is extremely serious.