Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

When everyone was notified, their jaws almost dropped in surprise.

That is a god in the world, even the candidates holding golden stamps are not an all-in-one enemy, and they even have to wonder if even a senior postman comes in person, whether they are sure to kill Dajue's evil thoughts.

But at this moment, he was already dead, and he died in the hands of Zhao Ke. This was an unexpected ending for everyone.

[Dajue's evil thoughts were killed, the faction you joined completely disappeared, and your points were cleared. 】

[Your points have been cleared, and you have lost the qualification for this competition. 】

【You can choose to leave immediately, or you can stay in this world for 24 hours...】

The reminder sound from the ear is very clear.

But Pan San didn't care about it at this time, he wanted to leave immediately, but he didn't dare to choose to return at this time.

The people in front of him were Wang Mazi and Fat Pig.

The two shot wildly regardless of the cost, which made him almost breathless.

When the postman returned, there was a gap of two seconds. In two seconds, Wang Mazi and Fat Pig, the two top masters in front of him, might have turned into corpses long ago.

Now he can only run, trying his best to find a way to distance himself from these two guys.

"Pan San, don't try to run away!"

I saw Wang Mazi swinging his fists, the golden fists were as amazing as splitting mountains and seas.

"Eat my knife!"

After finally dodging Wang Mazi's attack, Fat Pig pounced on him, and there was a burst of howling and howling as the ghostly sword rolled up in his hand.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Pan San's eyes turned hard, and he swung the sky-opening jade ax in his hand to strike towards him. The moment the two collided, Fat Pig felt the blade lighten in his hand, only to realize that his ghost-headed sword had been severed .

Before it was too late to feel distressed, Pan San had already seized the opportunity to fight back and slashed at Fat Pig's chest.

"puff!"

With this knife, even though the fat pig was a zombie body, a huge gash was cut on its chest, and its intestines flowed out. The scene was shocking.

But at this moment, Fat Pig didn't choose to retreat, instead he gritted his teeth and slapped Pan San's shoulder hard with his thick palm, and then he slapped hard as if he had pulled something.

Pan San suddenly felt his body sink, and an inexplicable feeling came over him, but there was no hint in the stamp album.

It's just that Fat Pig's grab just now seemed to have stolen something from him, which made him inexplicably flustered.

"Howl!"

Seeing that Fat Pig was seriously injured, Wang Mazi became even more frenzied when he struck again. The tiger howled with his punch, and the terrifying murderous aura was suffocating.

"chaos!"

When Pan San saw this, the jade ax in his hand became wishful, and the void in front of him suddenly turned into misty chaos as he swung it, so as to block all attacks of power.

But he didn't expect that just after the chaos was born, a white light pierced through the sky and shone in the chaos, piercing through the chaos with the momentum of opening up the sky and the earth.

Pan San was startled by the familiar scene, and when he looked up, it really was Zhao Ke who had already chased him down.

Fat Pig and Wang Mazi had been lying in ambush from the very beginning, seeing that Pan San was about to escape, they did their best to leave this evil behind.

This is also the reason why Ke Zhao hurried over, ignoring Monk Wumeng.

He opened the vertical eye on his chest, and the pupil of Vientiane flashed a strong light, piercing through the chaos completely, and in the other hand, the bright red blood-like hammer head was in his hand, and when he waved it, the surrounding blood was filled.

"Blood Hammer!"

Seeing the bright red shadow of the hammer galloping up, Pan San hastily called out various defensive props, but these props were unable to withstand the attacking shadow of the hammer, and watched helplessly as the hammer hit his head.

With a sound of "Boom!", Pan San's eyes turned black, as if a neutron bomb had been dropped in his head, he was instantly dizzy from the blast.

"Dragon Teng!"

A loud roar came from a trance, and I saw Wang Mazi transforming into a dragon with his left hand and a tiger with his right hand, and the fist shadows of leaping dragons and tigers suddenly exploded around Pansan.

How could the props that Pan San summoned just now could withstand such a terrifying attack, they were smashed into pieces in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, fists as heavy as Mount Tai fell on him like raindrops.

That feeling is like a person lying under the hooves of a crazy cow and letting it be stomped.

"Crack, crack, crack..." The bone shattering sound, like the New Year's firecrackers ringing in the ear, and it took only a moment before and after.

Pan San knew that most of his bones were probably broken at this moment.

The more critical it was, the calmer he became.

Just waited for him to recover for a while, and hurriedly called out an emerald green dice from the postal album.

Silver props: [one-third of the gambling tool of God]

Disposable consumables.

Consume all the postage points as the price, throw the dice, if the number is large, your wish will come true, if the number is small, you will be struck by lightning.

(Note: Bet on the choice of fate, let's gamble with you, me, and the god in the dark.)

This is a life-saving item, and it is also a legendary item. Its mysterious power can turn defeat into victory when necessary.

But if it is not a last resort, who dares to use this item lightly, after all, it will consume all of its postage points, and there is a possibility of being struck by lightning.

At this time, Pan San obviously didn't care so much anymore, he believed that his luck was definitely not that bad.

Throwing it up with all my strength, I saw that after the dice circled in mid-air, the "da da da..." slowly slowed down on the side of the six characters.

"It's done!"

Pan San's pupils tightened suddenly, but when the dice were about to stop, a breeze swept through the air, causing the dice that had almost stopped to roll slightly, literally stopping at 1 o'clock.

"Trough!!!" A cursing sound has not yet come out.

"boom!"

Zhao Ke and the three of them were suddenly covered by a hot white light.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The fat pig lying on the ground laughed loudly while tidying up his intestines. The catch he risked his life just now completely stole all of Pan San's luck.

An unlucky ghost still wants to play dice. This is not suicide.