Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It was the court that presided over the contest, the military power of this barbaric empire.

Of course, if you want to be a chess player, you have to give up your qualifications for hegemony.

It is this contradictory blind spot that makes everyone subconsciously ignore this choice.

Pan San could see clearly at this moment, but he was already powerless, so he turned around and ran away without looking back. No matter what time it is, the life of a dog is the root of everything.

He didn't have many postal points in the first place, and his strength would be greatly weakened in the face of this cavalry charge of thousands of people. At that time, it would be too late for him to leave.

The decisiveness of the three-running game can even be called a classic teaching material for survival by docking the tail.

Among the people Zhao Ke has met, there is not even one person who can stop losses in time without investing his capital.

Seeing that Pan San had already escaped, Da Jue Evil Nian was not surprised by this, but just glanced at this guy's back with contempt, feeling a little regretful in his heart, if he had known earlier, he should have been the first to put this guy into the Wanhua Furnace .

Dajue's evil thoughts are not affected by this blacklist. After all, he is a plot character, and his strength is no less than that of a senior postman. At the same time, as the most powerful leader of the evil camp, he does not gain any so-called prestige at all.

Seeing Pan San run away, Dajue curled his lips with evil thoughts and smiled disdainfully, as if he was not surprised by this at all.

"It's just in time, kill you all, and replenish my blood."

As he said that, his figure rushed up to meet the cavalry.

From Da Jue Evil Nian's point of view, these so-called elite cavalry are nothing more than super soldiers who come to give themselves heads and recover blood, and don't pay attention to them at all.

So the figure swooped in, and as soon as he made a move, it was the overbearing martial arts of the Buddhist sect, the horse in heavy armor, and the moment it intersected with the figure of Dajue Evil Thought.

It was instantly torn apart, and even the soldiers on the horses died suddenly under the strong palm force.

"Myriad Transformation Furnace!"

Seeing the blood mist rising, a broken cauldron hung above Dajue's evil thoughts, quickly swallowed up the blood mist, transformed it into bloody light, and injected it into Dajue's body.

"Good good!"

These strong and fresh blood were many times stronger than those old Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, and only a part of it was sucked, and the damaged body began to repair quickly, which made him roar excitedly.

The erratic pace made this invincible iron cavalry seem to hit the air, without even showing the slightest advantage.

On the contrary, the dense formation made them tie their hands and feet, and suddenly formed a unilateral massacre with great evil thoughts.

The left hand is a fist, and the right hand is a palm.

Wherever they passed, a bright red blood flower bloomed among the cavalry.

"Crazy, crazy, this guy is probably crazy!"

All those who watched the battle in the ghost city felt terrified, stomped their feet and cursed angrily.

"Isn't this replenishing the other party's blood and giving money?? Is this guy out of his mind?"

Seeing Dajue's broken body gradually repaired in the rain of blood, everyone was speechless for a while.

I feel that Zhao Ke made a big mistake in this move.

On a balcony, the big smoker squinted his eyes and looked at the picture in front of him quietly, his brows gradually condensed into a Sichuan character.

He knew in his heart that this was not Zhao Ke's style, but he couldn't tell what went wrong that made Zhao Ke act so insanely.

After seeing the picture, the maddened man felt evil thoughts, grabbed a fierce horse with his bare hands, opened his mouth to bite off the horse's throat, and greedily sucked the blood of the fierce horse.

Suddenly, the big cigarette stick felt a "bang!" The cigarette stick in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and he said to himself: "Yes! Yes! It must be like this, it must be like this."

A few people at the side saw this guy talking to himself for a while, and they didn't know what stimulated him, so they couldn't help but looked at each other, and hid away one after another.

But Big Smoke Pole ignored the disgusting looks from around him, and clenched his hands tightly into fists. He knew that he felt bad, and this time it was over!

Chapter 1228

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The fresh blood was poured into Da Jue Evil's body, which made him extremely excited. This blood... was simply unprecedentedly delicious.

It seems to make Rang come back to life, no!It should be said that it took him to a higher level.

At this moment, he only felt that the strength of his thinking, nerves, and even his physical body had reached an unprecedented extreme.

Thousands of cavalry were massacred under the crazily killing of Dajue's evil thoughts, and within a quarter of an hour, they were all slaughtered. The killing speed entered was exactly the power of the gods in the world.

In front of him, the advantage of numbers disappeared.

Looking back at the corpses all over the ground, he felt so evil that he even licked off the blood stained on his face. Excited, he finally remembered the instigator beside him.

"You didn't run??"

He thought that Zhao Ke should see that something was wrong and run away immediately, but to his surprise, Zhao Ke not only did not run away, but also sat on a rock not far away, smoking leisurely.

Hearing his question, Zhao Ke was puzzled and asked, "Why did you run away?"

"Eh..."

Even if Dajue had evil thoughts at this moment, he was stunned by this question, as if he asked too much.

After a moment of sluggishness, Dajue evil thought took a deep breath, and saw him reach out his hand to wipe the void, and the blood stains all over his body suddenly turned into a scarlet robe.

At this moment, his festered muscles were back to normal, his skin was as white as suet, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind, as if he had returned to his peak moment.

"Hey, I'm in a bit of a dilemma now. Do you think I should cut you to pieces, or should I thank you?"

Dajue evil thought stepped forward and said as he walked.

Thinking about it carefully, if Zhao Ke and the others hadn't destroyed the bamboo forest behind Kaiyun Temple to allow him to escape, he might still be a lonely ghost now.

If it weren't for Zhao Ke, who repeatedly and severely injured Sin Boluo, he might not be able to reborn himself and be reborn.

If it wasn't for Zhao Ke who sent him thousands of fresh and strong flesh and blood when he suffered heavy injuries repeatedly and his body was extremely weak, he might still be in danger at this moment.

So he hated Zhao Ke, but at this moment, he loved Zhao Ke so much that he even wondered if this guy had come to surrender to him on purpose.

It's no wonder he thinks this way, after all, Zhao Ke's series of coquettish operations really make people think so.

"Then what are you going to do? In fact, I have an immature suggestion!"

Zhao Ke put down the cigarette stick in his hand, squinted his eyes and said to Zui Boluo with a smile.

"Oh, what a suggestion! I'm looking forward to it."

Dajue's evil thoughts are no longer in a hurry to kill Zhao Ke, after all, he needs someone very much now, and he really needs someone to share with him the feeling of being on top of the peak.