Marvel’s Death Merchant

At this moment, Zheng Zha and others were confused. Because Zhang Jie fell suddenly, there was a loophole in his arrangement. At this moment, the only people in his team who could fight were him and Zhao Yingkong, and Zhao Yingkong still had a shoulder. It's inconvenient. If Zhao Yingkong is left to protect Xiao Honglu, such a strategist-type talent is extremely rare. He can think that there will be another such talent among the newcomers next time.

"If you don't mind, let me protect Xiao Honglu and Zhang Jie." Zhang Heng suddenly said.

This cheerful young man smiled slightly. He was still holding the British longbow in his hand. He said: "If we sneak into the mausoleum, the other party will not find us so easily, and I will try my best to hide in the tomb." ...Let me do my part to survive, please!”

This is a very helpless choice. Zheng Zha suddenly felt helpless. At present, he must have two choices. One is to avoid the total destruction of the team and let Zhang Heng guard Zhang Jie and Xiao Honglu. But in this way, they only need to be defeated by Captain Yinzhou The other option is to let Zhao Yingkong protect them, so that even if they encounter the Indian team, they can still fight with them. However, in comparison, although this can guarantee the individual, it will not be effective for the team. Extremely disadvantageous... Now it depends on his choice! Is it an individual or a team?

"Then Zhang Heng, I'll leave it to you." Zheng Zha gritted his teeth and turned his head as he spoke, and murmured: "If you are killed by the Yinzhou team, I will definitely cut them into pieces! Definitely!" "

For some reason, he began to understand Chu Xuan's mood. Standing in this position, he needed to limit his vision to the overall situation. He could only try his best to save everyone. He was not a god. Tang Xing did a very good job. He knew when to do what was best and made the greatest contribution to the team.

The four of O'Connor rushed into the mausoleum first, followed by Zhang Heng carrying Zhang Jie, and beside him was Xiao Honglu who picked up a pistol. When the three of them entered the tomb, they were followed by Zheng Zha and Tang Xing.

In such a free time, Zheng Zha began to think about the situation they were in now. The only people who were still alive included him and Tang Xing. Zhao Yingkong, Zhang Jie, Zhang Heng, Xiao Honglu, Zhan Lan. There were only three of them, Qin Zhuyu or Gao Hongliang, who were capable of fighting, and Zhang Jie suddenly fell into a coma unexpectedly. In other words, among this group of people, only he, Tang Xing and Zhao Yingkong were capable of fighting.

This situation has become extremely bad. The only chance is to deprive Immorton of his mana first, and then they can find a way to defeat the Indian team. Otherwise, the only thing waiting for them is group destruction.

"Doctor Jackal is mine." Zhao Yingkong suddenly said.

"Of course, I can reinforce you anytime and anywhere." Tang Xing waved his hand and said, but that thing cannot be used here. Because there is something important hidden.

Zheng Zha was stunned by Tang Xing's words, but he didn't say anything. He glanced at Zhao Yingkong and said, "But your shoulders are already there."

Zhao Yingkong shook her head slightly, and she said seriously: "I am an assassin, not a street gangster who fights, nor a desperate warrior. I only have one chance, and it is suitable for the assassin's attack method. Once I fail, I will die. I I think he knew it very well, so for the assassin, there is no way to say whether the injury is serious or not. He has deviated from the way of the assassin. He tried to use force to stop the war and Tang Xing has already helped me.

Zheng Zha looked at Zhao Yingkong's insistent expression, and then at the expressionless Tang Xing. He also nodded and said, "Okay, anyway, this time we have no way to retreat. Once we fail, we will all die. Live on, Zhao Yingkong, I don’t want to have one less partner to work with."

While Erbao was talking, the silhouette of the Yinzhou team gradually appeared in the distance. They finally reappeared in the cavalry team and advanced into the capital of the dead, where there were countless broken walls and rocks. Even if a thousand cavalry come to chase them, they don't have to be afraid in this place. According to the huge destructive power of the two double-headed cobras of the little monk, or the flexible speed and terrifying close combat power of the werewolf, these one thousand cavalry are simply not afraid. The punching bag will only consume some of their energy at best.

Zheng Zha looked fiercely at the little monk floating in the air in the distance. He really wanted to cut his body into pieces. While Zhao Yingkong retreated into the tomb, he picked up a stone from the ground, and then his eyes widened. Dazed, the muscles in his right hand holding the stone swelled violently. In the next second, he had already thrown the stone in his hand at the young monk in the distance.

In the second stage of unlocking the gene lock, when Zheng Zha strengthened his muscles, his strength even surpassed that of Imani, a muscular man at the time. The rocks were like cannonballs coming from the air, and hit the little monk with a whooshing sound. Zheng Zha after all It's not zero point. The force when throwing is certainly enough, but when thrown from such a long distance, an error of one millimeter will bring a huge difference. The stone really flew past the little monk's face a few centimeters away, and then hit hard. After blasting into a broken wall pillar, the stone pillar, which was so thick in diameter, was mostly broken into pieces by the small stones, and then the whole collapsed suddenly.

The little monk touched the blood stains on his face that were blown by the strong wind. He began to laugh crazily and flew faster and faster. Just a few seconds after Zheng Zha and Tang Xing entered the interior of the mausoleum, a snake head appeared under his feet. He opened his mouth and spit out a bolt of lightning, and the entrance to the mausoleum suddenly exploded, as if a bomb exploded there. When the dust fell to the ground, the rocks there were blown into powder.

The monk took a deep breath and said coldly: "Let's move forward together, don't get separated, Arot! Give up that crazy energy, if Lamb and Manavia die because of you , I will cut you into pieces! Don’t force me to kill you!"

"Then according to the previous plan, we will first find the high priest Immorton. He should have recovered his mana by now. As long as we meet him, the overall situation will be decided... Don't spread the fighting force, everyone concentrates the fighting force. !”

The blond doctor Arote suddenly asked: "What should she do?" He was holding a big cloth bag dripping blood in his hand. He said it was a cloth bag, but in fact it was just a simple big bag wrapped in a few Indian clothes.

The little monk said with a ferocious face: "If you don't kill me now, I will tie up all the members of the Zhongzhou team and all the plot characters, and cut them into pieces with one knife! I will let them taste the taste of Abi Hell! I will let them They live in hell forever!

Arlot licked the crystal scalpel on his hand, and allowed the sharpness of the scalpel to cut a gap in his tongue. Instead, he sucked up the blood gushing from his tongue and followed the young monk.

At this moment, there are still four people in the Indian team. As for the three newcomers to the Indian team, they put them in Cairo City. Because of Xu Nai's death, it is estimated that the three newcomers have returned to normal, but the four senior players are small. Monk Shiva. Gan Tian, ​​jackal doctor Alot, telepathy electromagnetic needle user Lamb, and protective shield skill user Manavia.

Tang Xing's combat power is impeccable and is enough to deal with the natives here. The real battle is about to begin. (To be continued.)