Chapter 364 Pojun (Part 2)
The sir~
A hawk falcon flew out of the cabin of the cabin and suddenly rushed straight into the sky.
Its claws were tied to its claws with red paint, which meant that the news it wanted to convey was urgent.
However, as soon as the eagle falcon flew into the air, the red-eyed crow suddenly fell from the sky.
A quick and fierce dive attack was launched.
A claw flashing with cold light strangled the neck of the hawk with great accuracy in an instant.
Click!
Before the falcon had time to resist, his neck was twisted.
The next moment, the red-eyed crow grabbed the prey and flew high.
Its pair of eyes that looked like rubies were full of pride.
Although the fifth-level Red Pupil Crow is not as strong as the large Raptor in size, its combat power is not comparable to that of this kind of falcon used for transmission.
Not to mention an eagle falcon, even if it is ten or eight, it can still not compete with the hunting of the Red Pupil Crow!
And on the Zemin fight ship below the Red Pupil Crow, Zhang Yuan had just waved his knife to cut off the assassin's head.
This is a petite and beautiful young woman. When her head flew high, her big eyes still had pain and despair.
Zhang Yuan's eyes swept past and turned around and continued to chase and kill Elder Zemin.
At this moment, the old man in gray robe staggered back to the tail of the battleship, leaning on the guardrail.
He has no choice but to retreat!
"Ah~"
Several samurai warriors roared like beasts with red eyes, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan with sacrificing their lives.
Try to win a glimmer of hope for their elders.
But how could these warriors with only level three strength block the sharpness of the sword?
The bloody corpse fell on the deck between breaths.
Apart from adding a little bit of blood to the battlefield on the ship, it did not play any role.
"Huhatu!"
Elder Chengmin's eyes cracked when he witnessed this scene. He stared at Zhang Yuan who was strode towards him, and suddenly raised the half-parted vine stick in his hand, and squeezed out a short spell from his teeth.
The voice was filled with strong and almost substantial resentment!
Zhang Yuan was about to swing his knife to kill him, but suddenly his hair stood up all over his body and felt a huge threat.
He flew back without thinking, his speed was as fast as an arrow.
Bang!
Elder Chengmin's body suddenly exploded and turned into a dark red blood mist and shot in all directions.
Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stepped on his right foot heavily, and suddenly jumped high with the force.
At the moment when he realized the danger just now, he blessed himself with the extraordinary ability of the golden grasshopper.
Straightly increase the agility by sixteen times.
Swish! laugh! laugh!
Countless dark red blood drips swept past Zhang Yuan.
Many samurai warriors who were still on the deck were unable to dodge and were hit by the blood drops generated by the elder's self-destruction, and blood holes instantly appeared on their faces and bodies.
The bones can be seen in depth!
The shrill screams and howlings suddenly sounded, one after another, like a song of the soul curse of hell on earth.
But these attacked warriors not only did not die because of this, but instead twisted and struggled in the painful howling, their bodies expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the large tendons under the membrane were squirming.
It looks different from humans!
When Zhang Yuan fell back to the deck, these crazy samurai warriors rushed towards him frantically.
They are like zombies infected with viruses.
When you lose your mind, you become extremely powerful and fearless!
But Zhang Yuanyi was not afraid, standing on the deck, waving the sword, sweeping and slashing across the board, shaking the layers of blood evil spirits, and killing the warriors who will attack will kill one by one. .
Heads flew up one by one, and limbs danced one by one, and were covered with thick and indelible blood over and over again. After a moment, the calm on the Zemin Fighting Ship returned to its original state.
Zhang Yuan raised his head and saw little blood falling from the sky.
But before the blood fell on him, it was shaken away by an invisible layer of energy.
The blood evil aura spreading on the deck of the battleship was greedily swallowed by the sword in his hand.
Like a gluttonous person, you will never be satisfied!
These evil spirits condensed with the blood and life of hundreds of samurai warriors are transformed into spirituality in the blade.
Make up for the origin of this mysterious soldier!
The sword trembled, conveying infinite joy and joy to Zhang Yuan.
And a stronger desire to kill.
It is not satisfied yet!
Shut! Throw! Throw!
After the sound of messy footsteps, dozens of samurai warriors rushed from the lower cabin to the upper deck.
The blood flowing all over the ground, the corpses everywhere, and the heads rolling everywhere. Such a scene of Shura hell made these brave people dumbfounded.
Then they saw Zhang Yuan holding a slaughter.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, the barbarian tattoo on his face highlighted, and his teeth and claws were swaying and twisted! "Devil!"
The group of samurai warriors pale, some of their legs trembled, almost unable to hold the weapons in their hands, and some retreated involuntarily, with fear in their eyes. color.
Although they are elite and brave, facing Zhang Yuan with a fierce aura, they are like evil dogs facing a tiger. The fighting spirit and courage are suppressed. It is already considered a strong will if they are not scared on the spot.
"Don't be afraid!"
A warrior roared: "He may not be able to kill so many of us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan waved his sword to kill him. come over.
A bloody storm broke out on the deck of the ship again, and the previous scene was repeated again.
It's just that the core combat power has been lost, and the remaining slaughtered people are almost no different from the lambs to be slaughtered.
Zhang Yuan fought from the upper deck to the lower cabin, cleaning up all the enemies hidden in the corner.
No one left!
What a pity.
Standing on the bottom of the battleship, Zhang Yuan looked around and felt sorry for him.
He killed so happily that he did not leave a complete body.
The value of salvation is greatly reduced, and it is estimated that even one-fifth of the normal one may not be - it is destroyed too much.
In fact, Zhang Yuan’s current demand for source quality is far less than that before.
Because as of now, the source quality he has won through repeated battles has exceeded 15,000 points.
Which has not been considered for the time being, it can be said that the reserves are unprecedentedly rich.
But it was precisely such ruthless killing that the blood evil spirit created produced filled the sword.
The sword seems greedy, but in fact there is a limit to the demand for the blood evil spirit, and now it has finally reached its limit.
The inner spirituality of this Xuan soldier has fallen into silence.
No longer active.
However, Zhang Yuan could feel that it was breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly, and his brief sleep was just for better sublimation.
Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and suddenly waved his knife to slash the wooden board at the bottom of the boat.
Click!
The knife light flashed, and a long crack suddenly appeared at the bottom of the ship, and clear river water gushed out.
Zhang Yuan calmly put away his sword.
He returned to the upper deck along the original path, saving the dead souls who died under his sword.
Until the bucket ship slowly sinks to the bottom of the water.
Zhang Yuancai floated away on the boat.
(This chapter ends)