Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's just that the archbishop's face was pale, and his expression of bewilderment sitting in the sedan chair was like a frightened little white rabbit.

"Bishop! Why is this? Why is this!"

The guards pretending to be the archbishop in red rushed forward, holding the archbishop's palm full of gold, silver and jewels tightly with both hands, shaking it desperately.

But the archbishop in red in front of him didn't seem to hear it, and his dull eyes showed anxiety and uneasiness from time to time.

He seemed to be thinking about something, but he also seemed to be stuck in a corner and couldn't extricate himself.

At this moment, a soft questioning voice came from everyone's ears: "Archbishop, we have arrived at the place, I asked you the question, have you thought of the answer!"

Accompanied by the master of the voice, the Buddhist monks on both sides bowed down one after another, and a faint fragrance of flowers struck, which made people feel refreshed intuitively.

Immediately afterwards, a young monk, walking barefoot and wearing a cassock that was as red as blood, strolled beside the archbishop in red in an instant.

"I……"

The expression of the archbishop in red froze on his face for a moment, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Since you haven't thought of the answer, you might as well go and ask yourself!" Zui Boluo was expressionless, and the person who was speaking had already walked ten feet away.

Looking at the back of Zui Boluo, the archbishop in red burst out a piercing coldness in his eyes, and he held a golden dagger in his hand, but he didn't wait for him to make a move.

A gust of wind blew, and the archbishop, who was enjoying the highest glory, was silent, his body was like a dry leaf, and disappeared in an instant...

Chapter 1184 A Drop of Vermilion Blood

The ashes were wiped out, but with a snap of the fingers.

The archbishop in red probably never imagined that he would die so miserably.

However, none of the crowd cared about his life and death, and most of them were panic and the strength of Sinbala.

As one of the twelve top archbishops at the core of the Holy See, he definitely occupies the top four words among the many leaders.

However, such a top expert was like a pile of yellow sand in an instant, without even a chance to struggle, and was immediately blown away by the wind.

"Sin Bala!"

Zhao Ke looked carefully at Zui Boluo.

Just as Tianyu and the others described to themselves yesterday, their facial features are regular, and they can even be described as handsome.

If I hadn't listened to their descriptions from the heavens, I wouldn't know the origin of Sinpala.

When the two met for the first time, based on their looks alone, Zhao Ke dared not say that he had a good impression of him, but he would never intentionally make things difficult. After all, it is a rare thing to see a pleasing face.

Supala took out a handbook from the large cassock. After opening the handbook, he picked up the writing brush that was inside the handbook.

When everyone was stunned, suddenly they saw Zui Boluo raising his pen, and a disciple who didn't know which sect was next to him nodded.

"Pfft!"

Like a sharp sword, the soft pen poked a hole the size of a thumb in the opponent's head.

Seeing his disciple being killed, an elder was frightened and angry for a moment, and angrily shouted, "Baldy, you're fucking looking for death!"

"puff!"

As soon as the words fell, the tip of the pen in Zui Boluo's hand trembled, and a drop of bright red blood flashed a bloodstain in the air.

"careful!"

Seeing the bloodstains passing by, the three bodies shot at the same time.

The leader of the Manichaeism sacrificed a ball of ice-blue flames, which instantly froze the void, but the bloodstains seemed to pass through the void and reality, unaffected by the flames.

At this time Zhang Zhijing made a move, a jade sword no longer than one finger long, aroused a pure yang sword energy in the palm of his hand.

Upright and mellow, a sword energy gives people the majesty and boundlessness of the ocean.

This caused everyone's eyes to be shocked by Zhang Zhijing's strength. He was truly hidden. With this sword aura alone, few people present could compare with him.

However, the reality was extremely cruel. The bloodstain was like the arrow shot by Houyi shooting the sun, mercilessly tearing a huge hole in the sword light that seemed to be vast.

It was as if a hideous wound had been torn open on the face of a peerless beauty, and the people who watched it were shocked.

Seeing that the sword light was broken, the great shaman finally made a move.

His rough and callused palms rolled up the thick earth energy around him, causing the weight of all things to gather at one point, colliding with that touch of vermilion.

One gas turns into black and yellow, and the earth evil condenses the earth mother.

This is the unique skill of the great shamans of all ages. Perhaps the great shamans themselves are not considered strong, and they may not even be stronger than Zhang Zhijing.

However, this move is ingenious and ingenious.

Everyone only heard a "bang!", and the whole ground shook for a while.

Zhao Ke, as a postman of the natural department, broke free from a shackle at the same time, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds. He was in the state of a natural prophet all the time, and he could clearly sense that the surrounding earth was cracking and even deforming.

Even if everyone didn't feel clearly at the moment, if they walked around, it was not difficult to find that there were more than ten bottomless cracks on the ground.

Borrowing a land of ten miles, they can't suppress a drop of blood?

Zhao Ke's heart was filled with monstrous waves for a moment, and he was undoubtedly deeply shocked by Zuipala's strength.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled and powerful cracking sound, bloodstains pierced through the earth's air without any hindrance. In the horrified eyes of everyone, they saw the blood bead hitting the elder's forehead with a "dida".

In an instant, the elder's complexion was extremely pale, and a yellowish thing flowed out from his crotch.

What everyone didn't expect was that after the elder froze for a breath, he slowly raised his finger and wiped it on his forehead.

This drop of bright red blood scattered on his forehead, but he himself was unscathed.

Everyone even checked it carefully.

You must know that the drop of blood just now, the three top experts failed to intercept it.

Not to mention piercing a person's head, even if piercing a big rock, no one would doubt it.

However, after being stunned for a while, the elder finally confirmed that he was fine and still alive.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhijing couldn't help but look at the great shaman and the leader of the Manichaeism.

When they found that the eyes of the two were also looking at themselves, the expressions of the three of them suddenly became extremely ugly.