Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The passive ability of this stamp is soul splitting.

Postage points are not required.

Long before Zhao Ke returned, he had prepared the corpse and put it in the stamp album.

In the short moment of the fight just now, Zhao Keming knew that the Duke's special ability of howling, black powder, might not be able to hurt Yang Laohei.

But he still shot without reservation, just to cover Yang Laohei's sight.

In this way, I will have the opportunity to throw the corpses into the grass and activate them with soul splits.

All the consumption in this is the production of the life ball, which needs to consume a little postage to activate the special ability of "Ghost Bride".

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muzzle of the black hole was shining with a strange blood light, and the first time the three clones appeared, they aimed at Yang Laohei and pulled the trigger on his hand.

In an instant, three blood pumping bullets appeared in the shape of 'pin' and shot at Yang Laohei.

"court death!"

No matter what trick Zhao Ke was playing, Yang Laohei didn't want to let this guy slip away.

He also didn't believe that with some old muskets, he could hurt himself.

You must know the defense of the dragon bird, but the fierce beast is very close to the front, and the human's hot weapon can't break through his scales at all.

The bullet made a roaring and thundering sound in the air, and hit Yang Laohei's chest all at once.

With the burst of flames on the scales, Yang Laohei's face suddenly became ugly.

He knew that he had made a mistake, which was a miscalculation. Those muskets that looked like medieval antiques were far more powerful than he expected.

The blood-drawing bullet is the bullet with the strongest penetrating ability among the enchanted muskets. When it hit Yang Laohei's body, it only shattered a few of his scales.

But the wound was the size of a fingernail, but because of the special effect of the blood pumping bomb itself, three fountains of blood were seen, which were squeezed out from the wound.

There were three soft holes the size of a baby's fist in Yang Laohei's chest.

"what!"

Yang Laohei tilted his body, fell to the ground in a panic and slid for more than [-] meters, scraping and dragging on the ground in a panic.

Yang Laohei, who fell down, slid non-stop, and finally hit a big tree heavily, smashing this big tree that was at least a hundred years old, and then got up shaking his head.

"I kill you!"

Yang Laohei raised his head, his pupils were bloodshot, and he was completely enraged.

As a mid-level postman, he was repeatedly injured by a trash-like piece of garbage.

If the opponent fought head-on and hurt him, Yang Laohei might still praise the opponent's strength in his heart.

But Zhao Ke used almost the same method as playing, and stepped firmly on Yang Laohei's pain point every time.

From the very beginning, there was a feeling that Yang Laohei was being led by the nose. This kind of psychological crushing was the reason why Yang Laohei was furious.

Yang Laohei quickly rolled on the ground and turned into a white leopard. The next second, he appeared behind Zhao Ke's avatar.

"flutter!"

The sharp claws with cold air covered the surrounding ground with a layer of frost.

The three frozen heads were spinning in the air almost at the same time, without giving them a second chance at all.

"So fast!"

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and the scene of the three avatars dying instantly came to his mind, which was so fast that it was just the speed of the opponent's normal attack.

But it has already caught up with the effect of activating the day and night tiger.

Apparently, this old guy has murderous intentions on himself.

"Enchanted musket?"

Transform the muskets held by the three clones into your stamp album.

Seeing the remark in the stamp album, Yang Laohei couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, showing a look of sudden realization.

"I see. It seems that you have gained a lot of good things in this horror space."

Yang Laohei had a bright smile on his lips, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Ke, and his murderous intent became more and more intense.

The better Zhao Ke's performance, the stronger his potential is. Once he enters the middle-level postman, he will immediately usher in amazing opportunities, and he may even take advantage of the momentum to rise.

This kind of person can only be obliterated in the cradle and take away his chance, which is the most correct decision.

With this in mind, Yang Laohei made another move.

It is said that the dragon follows the cloud and the tiger follows the wind.

And Yang Laohei's snow leopard, running wildly, rolled up a cold current along the way, and the air around his waist froze.

The distance of [-] meters between the two has arrived in the blink of an eye, and the sharp claws aimed at Zhao Ke's back and tore it off.

"Puchi~"

The scalding blood splashed on the ground, and when the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, he felt a bone-piercing frost rushing from his back, making Zhao Ke's body stiff.

He fell to the ground, and the hair on his body was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

"A low-level postman, without postal points, is tantamount to a waste, and you are no exception."

Yang Laohei didn't continue to strike because he wanted Zhao Ke to live. He stuck out his thick tongue and licked the blood-stained claws, feeling the sweet taste of Zhao Ke's blood.

Yang Laohei had never tasted this kind of delicious blood. He looked down at Zhao Ke, who was prostrate on the ground, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

"Do you know a dish? I tried it in Japan. It is a mountain carved out of ice with sashimi pasted on it. The clever thing is that the iceberg is made of lemon juice, which not only keeps the sashimi delicious, but also increases the flavor of the sashimi. The taste of sashimi is extremely delicious.”

When Yang Laohei said this, he had already thrown himself beside Zhao Ke, his sharp nails hitting the ground, and a small iceberg quickly rose from the ground.

However, at this moment, Zhao Ke's face turned cold, as if he had understood Yang Laohei's intentions.

Suddenly a throwing knife was taken out of the stamp album.

The blade was pointing downward, not stabbing Yang Laohei, but wanting to commit suicide.

"Don't think about it!"