Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Hearing a "tear" in his ear, Zhang Haigen let out a scream, a sharp knife pierced Zhang Haigen's heart directly, turned his head, and it was the old Taoist who was lying on the ground who pierced himself.

The blood fell down along the blade, and the invisible blood mist was gradually sucked into the old man's mouth and nose.

"What did you do!"

Wu Ya appeared next to Zhao Ke again, looking at the old man in front of him, he felt that this guy was just an ordinary person, why did he stab Zhang Haigen to death suddenly?

Zhao Ke shook his head: "He is not a veteran!"

"It's not him?" Wu Ya raised his nose and sniffed, and he really smelled the strong smell of blood on the old man.

Look carefully, the old Taoist body is covered with a dark shadow.

It was exactly the same as what I saw in the landlady before, obviously someone else controlled him.

Zhao Ke turned his head and looked at the man with snow-white hair. He couldn't help frowning and became confused. He didn't know what this man was waiting for?

"It's done!"

The old man looked at his hands and looked extremely excited. His blood soul avatar had finally been practiced.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Ke and Wu Ya.The pupils turned red, and the blood-red aura, the strong smell of blood, became heavier and heavier.

"Danger!"

Suddenly Wu Ya's eyes tightened, she hugged Zhao Ke and jumped back, quickly escaping into the void.

Seeing the place where the two were standing just now, it split apart in an instant, and the old man grabbed the ground with both hands, and his fingers penetrated directly.

"So fast!"

Wu Ya and Zhao Ke reappeared, already ten feet away from the old way.

Looking at the cracked ground around him, a bead of sweat rolled down Wu Ya's forehead.

It was too fast. When I realized it, I was half a beat too late. If I hadn't been able to shuttle quickly, this one move would have killed myself and Zhao Ke.

"What to do, think of a way!"

Wu Ya turned her head and looked at Zhao Ke.

However, Zhao Ke did not move, but looked at the piece of black flesh on his shoulder. After a moment of silence, Zhao Ke whispered a word: "Wait!"

Chapter 277

"Wait a ghost, waiting is waiting to die!"

While speaking, Wu Ya hugged Zhao Ke and escaped into the void again, and appeared from the other side of the corner, only to see a torn wound on Wu Ya's left shoulder.

too fast!

Wu Ya stared at the figure of the old man, the opponent's speed was a bit scary, if this continues, he can only fight recklessly, but Wu Ya has no idea how much chance of winning if he fights recklessly.

"How long can you hang on to it!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly asked.

Wu Ya frowned slightly, and shook her head, not sure: "If my sickle is still there, maybe I can still fight, but..."

Wu Ya didn't continue talking. After the sickle was eaten by that pet, Wu Ya didn't feel bad at all at the time. They were all dying people anyway. It would be nice to tell Zhao Ke the value of the sickle.

But now, when he thinks that he has gone through all kinds of troubles to get the weapon in his hand and ruined it like this, Wu Ya's heart is bleeding when he thinks about it.

"Don't move, I'll give you a buff."

Wu Ya: "??"

When Zhao Ke was talking, Wu Ya suddenly felt something extra on his body. The familiar feeling caused the dark power in his body to boil immediately.

I saw that my body was covered with a layer of black metal armor at some point.

"Your summon?"

Feeling the boiling power in his body, Wu Ya was able to judge that it was the breath of magic gold. Although he knew that Zhao Ke's summoned object seemed to have good abilities, it was the first time Wu Ya saw that the summoned object could actually cover someone else's body superior.

I can even feel that my body is covered by this armor, and my strength begins to increase rapidly like a flood.

"The BUFF at 12 o'clock, you have given me enough!"

With a dark face, Zhao Ke was once again deducted 12 postal points. In addition to the previous two times, he was deducted 36 postal points in the blink of an eye. I'm afraid it was just for some ordinary postman's reserves, which is nothing more than that.

After getting the boost, Wu Ya's eyes lit up for a while, and she loved and hated Zhao Ke in her heart, and even felt jealous.

Such an excellent summoner is not his own.

"How long can your postage last!" Wu Ya carefully put Zhao Ke down and asked.

"Don't worry, it's enough!"

Zhao Ke didn't answer Wu Ya's words directly, which made Wu Ya somewhat confused about how many postal points Zhao Ke had left.

Turning her head, Wu Ya stared at the old man with both eyes: "Hey, it's me next!"

Before the old man could make a move, this time Wu Ya chose to take the initiative to attack. After his figure disappeared into nothingness, he saw a sharp black claw tearing open the space above the old man's head and grabbing the old man's head.

The old man dodged sideways, just dodged the sharp claws, and before he could make a move, a slit opened under his feet, grabbed the old man's legs, and then he slashed out with a blade from the front of the old man, chopping on the old man's head .

With a bang of metal collision, the old Taoist's body shook, and his whole body was sent flying, hitting his head against the wall, shaking his head and getting back up again, with a low growl in his mouth.

Wu Ya's figure was hiding in nothingness, and he shook his numb hand vigorously. Seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly stunned: "Is this guy's head a diamond, so hard?"

When Wu Ya was entangled with the old man, Zhao Ke kept his eyes on the man not far away.

Apparently, his actions just now deducted 12 postage points, but they also deducted the man's lifespan.

Through the golden pupil, Zhao Ke could see that the strong breath of life on the opponent was burning like a big fire.

I don't know what kind of medicine the other party is taking, which will make the vitality in the body so abundant.

Zhao Ke estimated in his heart that he would have to drink a bottle of ginseng essence to achieve such an effect.

However, the strength of the breath of life cannot prevent the curse from aging. The wrinkles on the other party's face are getting more and more. Even if they continue to take out the medicine to increase the vitality from the stamp album, they are just lingering on their last days.

Because the curse deducted lifespan, not vitality.

Just like an oil lamp, the wick is gone, even if you add more oil, it will not help.

Zhao Ke understands such a superficial truth, but as a caster, wouldn't the other party understand?