Apocalyptic Dark Age

The reason why Gao Feng was able to hurt the terrifying Death God was that his way of thinking was different from that of the Wilderness. He knew how to look for weaknesses in something like this, and he also knew what kind of sacrifice it would take to kill it, so he rushed forward.

On the battlefield, Huo Ya is a mad dog, and so is he. Off the battlefield, Huo Ya is simple and open-minded, and Gao Feng is heavy-minded and tangled. But on the battlefield, they are all the same kind of people, who do not care about life and death, just for victory. warrior.

Stabbing the strange and fragile tube with a knife, enduring the beatings that shook his heart again and again, the blood on Gao Feng's mouth was no longer spurted, but the blood flowing out, hanging on his mouth like bright red noodles, but There were blazing flames in his eyes, and he had the craziest violence. He didn't care about himself, he just wanted to chop off the head of the terrifying God of Death.

"Three claws..., come down quickly, come down quickly, we can kill it..." No matter what the quarrels between Zhuang Zi and Gao Feng were in private, Zhuang Zi is a well-deserved warrior. On the battlefield, he only sees his comrades in arms and has no calculations. With just one word from Black Claw, he dared to charge at ten times the enemy with his head raised. At this moment, he was anxiously calling Feng Feng, trying to stop Feng Feng's actions.

"Three claws, three claws!!!" Huo Ya yelled crazily, his eyes filled with tears. He picked up broken stones and broken weapons from the ground again and again, and even grabbed a pile of dust and flour and threw it at the horror. Death strikes, the wilderness people are arrogant, they don't owe others easily, and they don't treat others as brothers easily, but after Gao Feng rescued Huo Ya, Huo Ya took the fang knife without any scruples and ate Gao Feng's Barbecue, it's not that he likes to take advantage of small things, but he believes that if Gao Feng is on the battlefield, he will use his life to block Gao Feng's knife. Watching Gao Feng alone in danger, his heart will burst.

That day when Gao Feng fell, Huoya was the first one to charge towards Night Demon. Regardless of his life or death, and regardless of his cowardice, he rushed forward with his spear. He was the one who would rather die than Gao Feng.

The tribal warriors are crazy. At this point, no one wants Gao Feng to die. They have already killed a terrifying god of death. Even if they all die here, it is worth it. But Gao Feng cannot die. Gao Feng can kill him with a group of chickens and dogs. If one terrifying death god dies, they can lead the elite tribal warriors to kill ten of them, so they rushed forward, regardless of the wounds bursting and blood spurting out, to save Gao Feng.

"Ouch..." The tail of the terrifying death god stopped lashing and twisted like a python. It wrapped around Gao Feng's chest and suddenly pulled it off his back and raised it high. Gao Feng hung his limbs feebly, only holding the serrated saber tightly. Long lines of plasma hung down from the corners of his mouth, but those burning eyes were still staring at the terrifying death howling at him.

The horrible death is not in good condition either. The trumpet-like pipe is filled with thousands of holes, and the wounds are like bubbles in an asphalt swamp. Thick green foam, green, yellow, white, and red, is constantly rising. Half of the back of its neck was dyed, and the most serious wound was the gap made by sawing the pipe, which continuously spurted out thick liquid. As the liquid passed, its body continued to change. The color gradually reveals its true nature.

"Ouch!!!" The terrifying god of death shook his head, let out an angry and shrill scream, suddenly waved his limbs and arm knives, and looked towards Gao Feng.

"I'll fuck your grandma..." Huoya yelled a curse with the characteristics of the wilderness, snatched the torch from the slave next to him, and rushed towards the horrible death. He wanted to imitate Gao Feng and stuff the torch into the mouth of the horrible death. Suddenly, his shoulder was stepped on hard, and the huge force made Huoya kneel to the ground involuntarily.

A tribal warrior jumped into the air, stepped on Hua Ya's shoulder to gain strength, raised his fang knife and slashed hard at the terrifying god of death. He let out an inarticulate roar, and the cracked wounds sprayed blood in the air. .

"Push..." The limbs and arm knives turned temporarily and disintegrated the warrior in the air. This time, the blood was not sucked into the tube, and the corpse mixed with internal organs fell down.

"I'll do it..." Hua Ya, who was just about to stand up, was stepped down. Another person raised his fang knife and slashed at the terrifying god of death. He rushed forward through the blood scattered in the air, hanging the internal organs of his comrades towards the terrifying god of death. The god of death left, and was chopped into pieces by the lightning's arm knife without any surprise.

"Kill..." The tribal warriors ignited the fighting spirit of the deserted people. Their previously calm brains were once again overwhelmed by the blood, and they all rushed towards the terrifying god of death. Many people even threw away their broken spears and opened their hands to attack the terrifying god of death. Death is avenged.

Each tribal warrior used their lives to create the greatest threat to the terrifying God of Death. Even if everyone failed, they still protected the slaves below. The slaves were like bulls, rushing under the terrifying God of Death and severing its arms. Hold him with his legs, butt him with his head, bite him with his teeth, or push him forward hard.

The blood, viscera, bones, minced meat, and human heads falling from the air kept hitting them, turning them into savage bloody men. They didn't care about life and death, they just wanted to push down the horrible god of death.

They succeeded. Even though the power of the terrifying Death God was more powerful than that of a barbarian bull, he kept shaking his body under the push of everyone. He even missed two of the sure-hit arm swords and only had time to cut off a tribal warrior. , but was chopped on the head by him.

The fang knife slashed at the tube full of wounds, splashing countless mucus, and the god of death howled again in horrible pain. The twisting long tail violently threw Gao Feng out, quickly coiled it under his body and stirred, holding him tightly Its legs were expelled from humans. At this moment, an indentured slave whose face was covered with blood and whose appearance was unclear touched its cover and bit down on the wound opened by the saw-tooth saber. The pain was so terrifying that the God of Death trembled. Unable to wrestle with humans anymore, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Kill..., kill!!!" With shouts, the indentured slaves swarmed up and pressed towards the terrifying god of death. Some held their heads, some pulled their legs. Some even picked up the fangs of the fallen warriors and tried to kill them. chopped into the body of the terrifying god of death.

Hua Ya had just rolled to the side and stopped being a stepping stone for others. He stood up again and roared. When he was about to pounce, he was dumbfounded when he saw the crowd piled on top of the terrifying God of Death like a stack of arhats.

"Boom..." More than ten slaves flew up from the body of the terrifying Death God. The next second, the black shadow of the blade arm flashed past. Amidst the screams, a puff of blood sprayed into the sky. The terrifying Death God was struggling in the middle of the crowd. Stand up, and around it are all the indentured slaves who were cut in half and howling in pain.

The terrifying Death God has changed a lot from before. His stature has been reduced by 50 centimeters to only 180 centimeters, but his slender body is as knotted as a man with explosive muscles. His entire body is two times stronger than before, and he is even stronger. Suitable for frontal combat.

The Horrible God of Death is like a peerless demon king, standing among the wailing slaves, making the remaining slaves palpitate at the same time. The changes of the Horrible God of Death are beyond their imagination. They are more afraid of the unknown than death.

For a time, in addition to painful moans and howls, there was also the gurgling sound of blood.

"Come on, you monkey..." A shout came from another place. Everyone turned their heads at the same time, but looked at Gao Feng, who was lying on the ground with his chest covered.

At this moment, Gao Feng was lying in a patch of weeds, unable to move. The power of the long tail of the terrifying Death threw him more than 20 meters away. There was no barrier between him and the terrifying Death. Gao Feng's loud shout alerted the Death. It analyzes that the peak is the greatest threat to it.

"Come and kill me, you bastard, you don't know what you are doing..." Gao Feng roared loudly and moved slowly or even backwards, throwing away a withered wood rhizome.

The terrifying God of Death suddenly walked toward the peak. The skin on his body kept changing, but he could no longer be as invisible as before. He would disappear from his left half of his body and then his lower body, leaving his dark skin exposed.

"Three claws..." Huoya roared loudly and rushed towards the horrible death, the spear in his hand stabbed directly into the back of the horrible death.

Huo Ya knew that spears were ineffective against the terrifying god of death, but he couldn't just watch Gao Feng die. Huo Ya was not the first one, and the pole followed closely behind him. His cheeks were swollen like a pig's head when he gnawed on the ground, but his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head. He clenched his big yellow teeth that had never used a toothbrush or toothpaste before, dragging his slightly lame right leg and jumping behind him. It was his leg that was injured that made it impossible for him to jump into the gap. He rushed forward like a comrade on Ya's shoulder.

The terrifying death god didn't even look back. He swung his long tail, and behind the black shadow, the gaping fangs and the broken spear flew out together. He swung again, and the pole also flew out. In the process, it always walked towards the peak.

Gao Feng did not stop Huo Ya and Zang Zi. At this moment, all he wanted in his heart was to kill the terrifying God of Death. This thought surpassed everything else, beyond the lives of Huo Ya and Zang Zi, and more than himself. The drop of temporarily extracted sedge flower essential oil was burning. Under the light of the fire, the reflected shadows were like fireflies dancing, and he kept crawling behind him with his elbows together, getting faster and faster.

Just as he approached the place where the inexplicable dead person had been, the peculiar smell volatilizing in the air enveloped him, and he couldn't help but hold his breath in the smell.

"Maybe he will die?" Gao Feng thought calmly in his heart, staring at the terrifying God of Death with burning eyes, and the blood from the corner of his mouth spurted out as he coughed violently.

"Ouch..." The moment he coughed, the saber collided with the flint, and the collision produced sparks that ignited the essential oil of rosewood. Just as he coughed, the terrifying Death suddenly accelerated towards him.

Gao Feng suddenly rolled towards the place where the corpses of several Qin slaves were lying. Behind him, he was chasing the terrifying God of Death. As he rolled, the drop of burning rosemary essential oil was always flying one meter above him.

Amidst the roar, the terrifying Death jumped high, just like it had broken through the obstacles of countless people before, and fell to the peak like a flea. The four arm knives covered Gao Feng's whole body. Gao Feng looked at the arm knives falling towards him, and a strange expression appeared at the corner of his mouth. smile.

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