Ah ah ah ah ah------!

Wails spread all over the countryside.

Screaming to wake up teammates.

The fourteen Americans who were shocked by the scene finally drew their weapons and surrounded Jiang Ling.

This time, she will definitely die.

But I don't know why.

At this moment, Jiang Ling's clever, powerful, and bloody figure emerged in the hearts of all Americans.

Especially the scenes of torn flesh and blood.

Enough for them to remember for a long time!

This woman must die!

Otherwise, they cannot imagine the subsequent counterattack!

"Oh, if you want to kill me, you are not qualified."

After saying that, Jiang Ling raised the sharp broken handle of the sword and drew his cross arm towards his throat!

The sharpness passed by, and countless faces echoed in my mind.

The pampering of grandparents.

The evasion of uncles and uncles.

A black and white photo of my mother with a gentle smile.

As well as the friends list, I never had time to check it, and there are hundreds of unread messages in total.

She knew whose information it was.

The image of my father that I had pictured countless times in my mind suddenly shattered.

The middle-aged man in the friend list who is serious in speech, has a Chinese character face, is tall, and speaks straight is becoming more and more clear.

"It's a pity that I couldn't punch that guy. Forget it. At least I went to my mother and told her that I saw him."

He pursed his lips, smiled brightly, and scratched his neck with the broken handle.

There was no pain, no feeling, as if the sharp blade scratched the air instead of the neck.

The blood... didn't pour out?

Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

When I raised my hand and looked at it, I saw that the broken handle, which was originally damaged due to breakage, had become a long length shorter and had become a smooth and flat section.

Was it cut off by the enemy?

But who can be so fast and so incompetent?

Jiang Ling, who was confused, raised his head and saw fourteen figures frozen around him.

They might have drawn their swords and slashed at themselves.

Or point the gun at yourself.

It's like entering a wax museum.

The blond woman stared at herself with a ferocious expression, as if she saw a future in which she was torn into pieces.

But her life state has lost its vitality.

Why?

Just when Jiang Ling asked himself.

The blond woman's head tilted slightly and rolled to the ground with a thud.

The fourteen figures around him also collapsed and dismembered under the scattered slashes, and finally turned into pieces and collapsed.

Phew!

Dark red blood spurted out from the blonde woman's neck belatedly.

Jiang Ling let go of the blonde woman's ankle and jumped out more than ten meters away.

I wanted to use distance to detect the entire scene!

But the moment she landed, a huge black shadow completely enveloped her.

She turned her head suddenly and her pupils suddenly narrowed.

Because standing there was a black alien species that looked like a killing machine.

It is as huge as an iron tower, looking down at its tiny self.

That outrageous sense of intimidation and oppression.

Let her travel across dozens of cities.

Killed a hundred elites.

From being an extreme soldier to a mid-level doomsday warrior, I couldn't even resist.

That is no longer a gap that skills and reflexes can fill.

That is the barrier between the second dimension and the third dimension.

call--!

The giant shadow suddenly lowered its body.

Jiang Ling raised his arms as a reflex to defend himself.

The moment they set it up, she laughed at herself.

crazy.

She actually wanted to use her flesh and blood to stop this monster from hunting.

It's like an ant waving its thin limbs in front of a car. It's ridiculous.

But death abandoned her once again.

Obviously such a thunderous method.

The attack never came down.

Curious and puzzled, she put down her arms and raised her head again.

What he saw was the sharp blade extended by the giant alien species.

"Come up."

Then came a deep and deep greeting.

The familiar language and the calm tone deeply shocked Jiang Ling's heart.

So much so that she gave up her fear and asked: "Can you speak Chinese?"

The tyrant gently lowered his head and stretched the back of the sword forward again.

Jiang Ling probably understood that it wanted to take him away.

But he couldn't help but touch his abdominal ribs, where the lava cracks were spreading in all directions.

She smiled bitterly and said regretfully: "Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, it actually doesn't mean much."

The tyrant tilted his head and said calmly: "The tyrant doesn't understand. It makes sense for the Lord to let the tyrant save you."

"host?"

Jiang Lington paused and smiled relaxedly: "It's the master. If you can call him that, he must be a very powerful warrior. Even though the result will not change, the life-saving grace is real. Even if he dies,

I have to say thank you to him in person."

Completely relieved and no longer afraid.

Jiang Ling stepped onto the back of the tyrant's sword and hooked the spur on the knuckle of the blade.

The tyrant lifted her to his chest and suddenly looked at the fourteen American corpses.

He immediately lowered his eyes and said, "Can you help me recover those corpses?"

"ah?"

After finally finding a foothold, Jiang Ling was surprised: "Why don't you just eat it?"

The tyrant shook his head: "If the Lord likes it, the tyrant will not eat people."

"oh?"

Jiang Ling couldn't help but smile: "It seems you really like your master."

The tyrant nodded repeatedly: "I like you more than anything else."

"Haha, you are so interesting. Well, it would be nice to let me play a little more role before I die and leave a little more traces."
To be continued...