Leng Jie and Zhang Ke were now shattered all over their bodies and were miserably abused by these thugs.
The two of them were covered with shrill blood, gloomy and terrifying. Zhang Ke had already started to moan, his eyes turned pale. After suffering such severe injuries, he could still scream. Zhang Ke was considered a hero.
Leng Jie's eyes were filled with a fierce light. Every time the enemy stepped on him, he would curse angrily to relieve his hatred.
He knew roughly that even if he beg for mercy, he would die, and if he didn't beg for mercy, he would die even more. It would be better to die hard than to die. But if Leng Jie could survive one day, he would have suffered thousands of sufferings.
Repay it to Liu Muhong for a lot of money.
However, Leng Jie is afraid he will have no chance!
Zhang Meng looked at her brother and Leng Jie with a pale face. She thought they were going to die because ordinary people would never endure it now, and even could not bear such pain. If she endured such pain, Zhang Meng would rather die.
Zhang Meng cried silently and knelt down to pray that she hoped that these Liumians would show mercy and not hit them again! Don’t hit them again!
Even if Leng Jie and Zhang Ke are disabled, please... keep their lives.
However, no one listened to her. They didn't use a knife and stepped on it with their feet. First, the bones of Zhang Ke and Leng Jie were completely broken, and then the bones in the two of them were broken until they were broken.
They could no longer bear such severe pain and died tragically. Then, they will enjoy the fruits of victory, and together they will become Commander Leng's son-in-law tonight.
I think Commander Leng must be so happy that he knew that he had so many son-in-laws overnight, right?!
I can't say that I can have a lot of children and grandchildren!
Zhang Ke's moans, Leng Jie's anger, and Zhang Meng's sadness formed a desolate picture at this moment.
Zhang Meng looked into the distance. At this moment, she really hoped that a ray of light would appear in the distance, and then a miracle would appear to rescue her and her brother Leng Jie and the other two from Kuhai.
However, without the rays of light, Zhang Meng was in despair.
A purple figure came over from a distant place. It was far away, like the end of the sky and the corner of the sea, but the man walked very fast. Soon, Zhang Meng could see this purple light, it turned out to be a person.
Getting closer, Zhang Meng found that the reason why this man emits purple light was because his hair was purple. The purple color seemed to be a fire, rushing upwards, but Zhang Meng had never seen purple like him.
flame.
The person coming is approaching again!
Zhang Meng finally saw the man clearly.
This man had a majestic body, and his top was gone. Even some sporadic cloths were burnt completely. The body was bronzed and shiny. The firmness made people feel that this was not a muscle.
But the steel bars and iron bones are never worn out. He is like walking out of the fire. From a distance, Zhang Meng seemed to be able to smell the burning smell of fire.
Zhang Meng finally looked at the man's face.
Zhang Meng suddenly felt that the whole world had stopped rotating, time and space stopped, the air was still, breathing was still, and even the heartbeat seemed to be still.
This face is not handsome, it looks ordinary at first glance. But the look contained an unparalleled aura, and even the eyes were filled with many purple airflows, rushing straight into the sky and shocking the sky. Not only that,
It also has a strange and sensual aura and is breathtaking.
This figure is so familiar that it can appear in Zhang Meng's dreams day and night.
Zhang Meng opened her mouth wide and wanted to shout, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something and could not be shouted out, but her eyes were emitting light and tears fell down one by one.
It was tears of excitement.
The person who came was so arrogant! A hot flame rushed over from a distance, and even the people who beat C Leng Jie and Zhang Ke stopped their actions.
Everyone turned their eyes to the people, their eyes were full of shock. They seemed to feel the miraculous changes that had happened around them. Leng Jie and Zhang Ke also tried their best to raise their heads and look into the distance.
, look at the direction where the person appears.
Qi Ye - to be more precise at this moment, he should be the emperor who is the Emperor, the god of Hindustan, the guardian of the Republic, and the iron-blooded tyrant - Fu Qianjun!
It's him!
It is this great demon god who shakes the world's storm, carrying purple fire and lightning, and the emperor returns!
Qianjun did not look at the surrounding litters. In his eyes, these litters were not worth mentioning.
Qianjun turned his eyes to Zhang Meng, and his voice was indescribable: "I'm here."
The sentence "I'm here" is better than a thousand words, and it contains all emotions, including care, love, passion, hope... In an instant, the tears in Zhang Meng's eyes flowed even more quickly. She wanted to speak, but
Still, I can't say it.
Because, the shock that this miracle before despair brought Zhang Meng was so intense! It was so happy!
It is more joyful than the immortal god who steps on the auspicious clouds.
Qianjun raised his head, but his eyes looked at Leng Jie and Zhang Ke, and smiled: "I'm back. You... seem to be in a mess."
Zhang Ke had no strength and his life was almost gone, so he could only answer Qianjun with groan.
Leng Jie, however, had tears on his face, shook his head vigorously, and tried his best to say, "Brother Fu...is it you?!"
"It's me. I'm back!" Qianjun squatted down and stretched out his hand. A soft and wonderful aura flowed into Leng Jie and Zhang Kequan through his palms. Zhang Ke and Leng Jie's blood no longer flowed, and he was temporarily hung.
Stay alive.
A happy smile appeared on Leng Jie's face. With Brother Fu coming, it was a huge difficult task, and it was not worth fearing.
The surrounding streams have now broken free from the shock of the brilliant purple fiery hair of thousands of troops.
The short man stood up, holding a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, stood up and asked, "Who are you?"
The gun in his hand aims at the tyrant. As long as there is something wrong, shoot and kill thousands of troops immediately.
"You want to know my name?"
Qianjun stood up with a faint smile on his lips. He had no fear of guns at all. However, these Lium couldn't help but see Qianjun's calm expression.
The short man was brave and scolded angrily: "Damn it, please tell me, what's your name? If you don't say it, if you want to survive, get out of here."
It seems that short people are really scared!
If it is on weekdays, if someone dares to provoke him, he will break his head with a gun. But Qianjun's power is too amazing. If the short man reads correctly, Qianjun's head will be purple.
The reason why the hair rushes up against gravity is because... there is a fire burning on his head?
Indeed, I didn't see that, was it still "crackling" and beating flames?
Thinking of this, even the short man was shocked. Who could make his hair burn on his head? Is this still a human?
It is precisely because of the fear in my heart that the short man would speak softly for the first time. If Qianjun was about to leave, the short man could let go. But will the tyrant leave?
The answer is obviously no.
Qianjun said: "You want to know my name, I'll tell you."
"Listen." Qianjun said word by word: "My name is Fu Qianjun. Maybe you will know more about my title. Others like to call me a tyrant, or respectfully call me the Emperor of Diyi.
, the gods of Hindustan, and the gangster emperor of the Republic!”
Every time Qianjun said a word, the faces of these thugs collapsed. When Qianjun finished speaking, the faces of these thugs had completely collapsed, and they could even be described as crying.
The short man stammered: "You... are you kidding?"
This does sound like a big joke. Didn’t this man named Fu Qianjun die? And the whole world is looking for him, how could it appear here?!
Still in such a earth-shaking way.
But no matter what, if the man standing in front of you is really the legendary man, it would be... terrible!
Even the guy who lives in the deep mountains and forests has heard of the name of this tyrant. This man named Fu Qianjun has left too many legends about the world, and each legend can be regarded as a miracle. Especially since he became the underworld of the Republic
At the time of Emperor, he had almost been mythized to a terrifying realm!
In everyone's mind, this is already an invincible myth and legend, which is earth-shaking.
How to prevent these people from being shocked and how to prevent them from being afraid?
However, after the fear, I saw the short man's face turned aside, and he actually became brave and roared: "My uncle, who are you trying to scare? You said you are Fu Qianjun, and I still said you are me."
Everyone comes on, kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed Qianjun viciously, and a white knife came in and a red knife came out.
Fear that the knife could not kill Qianjun. After all, Qianjun's image at this moment was too terrifying, like a god and demon. So, while the short man stabbed the machete, he also aimed at Qianjun's head with his other hand: "Bang" bullet
Rush straight towards the thousand troops.
A group of streamers in the back also raised their machetes and muzzles in their hands, aimed at the thousand troops and rushed over.
They want to kill people like Qianjun.
Facing the nets of heaven and earth from all directions, they are killing moves that cost people their lives. Thousands of troops have no joy or sorrow, and no movements. Until bullets, machetes, and iron fists are about to rush to their faces, the Thousands of troops finally move!
Moving like a tiger, he opened his mouth first, roared angrily, and a circle of super sound waves burst out from Qianjun's mouth, which were more terrifying than the roar of Shaolin lions. The power of this sound wave was so powerful that it pushed the surroundings.
All the bullets were rushing out, and the machete made of steel was completely bent into pieces under the powerful ultrasound wave after wave.
At the same time, Qianjun swept his hand and swept up a strong wind like an iron pliers. The strong wind was so powerful that it swept out all the bandits standing in front of him, like autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, but the short man in the front flew away.
The moment he left, the tyrant made another lightning strike, pinching the short man's neck with extreme accuracy, and pulling him back.