The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Jing'an's eyes drooped slightly, as if thinking about something, whispering softly.

"Liquidation?"

"Yes, it is liquidation. The southern squeeze of the northern land has already angered my lord, as long as..."

The eloquent speech was suddenly interrupted. Just because the figure in front of Elena suddenly violent at this moment, in the eyes of this old priest, the world seemed to pause for a moment at this moment.

Just like a beast of steel that runs at high speed on the road with full horsepower. However, inadvertently, an abrupt point stopped the speed. Although it still does not affect the operation of precision equipment, for intelligent creatures, such a weird and rapid switching will also make the individual feel obvious. Discomfort.

It is such a subtle sense of dullness, perhaps in ordinary times, it is just a dizzy head, even if the spin can be restored to a short-term effect of normal.

It was enough to expose all the flaws.

At this moment, Jing'an grasped the only opportunity that was fleeting.

Under the premise that the distance is close enough, Jing'an also has no need to continue to cover up.

Must be a hit.

"puff!"

An abrupt and unexplained loud noise came from Elena's body, and a thick blood mist burst from Jing'an's body in an instant, accompanied by the swelling of the limbs, and then the strange phenomenon of redness, almost just a blink effort.

The seemingly ordinary man has been twisted into a blood-red ‘monster’.

Bullet time and efficiency are compressed.

The giant's heart runs too fast.

The experience of long-term use of characteristic abilities was deliberately sorted out at this time, and finally sublimated to another level under Jing'an's research.

I saw that the two fine-tuned characteristic abilities were activated together at this time, instantly raising Jing'an's speed to an unprecedented level.

The distorted figure like a thunder, just after a vague figure flashed in the air, it slammed into the Elena who hadn't reacted yet.

The clenched right fist carried an aura like a landslide, and swung it on Elena's chin from bottom to top. The two are only in the moment they intersect, and they have formed a tendency of destruction.

Snapped! ! !

This is like a thunderbolt.

The seemingly hard mandible was immediately torn to pieces, and under the swift and violent fist, it was destroyed into debris-like debris, and then under the strong push, it bounced back into the skull. go.

Like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, Elena's head burst and exploded in the next moment. The brain tissue mixed with teeth, bone fragments, muscles, and a little soft confucianism splashed towards the surroundings.

With a single blow, the slender old woman's body immediately flew into the air. It mixed with the blood stains scattered on the ground, and flew straight on the mural behind.

bump.

After a muffled sound, the headless corpse slid to the ground. As the wound surface of the mouth of the bowl is close to the side wall, the fishy thick liquid is continuously spraying outward.

Bloody and straightforward violence.

But even so, Jing'an still maintains a serious vigilant action-in a dream, just hitting the key is not enough to confirm the death of the other party.

The muscles of the whole body were tight, and after a short buffer, Jing'an rushed forward again. With such an unprecedented powerful potential energy, he turned around, then raised his right leg high, and slashed toward him!

But the distance of a few meters is fleeting.

After only a pause in the blink of an eye, Jing'an's figure flew to the side of Elena's corpse. After a line of silent murder flashed in his eyes, the cheating fell straight down like a sword and an axe.

The violent friction with the air even gave out an ear-piercing echo like a torn wind in an instant.

There was an explosion of touch.

This is the movement of the non-slip heel colliding with the human body.

Under the cruel act like execution, Elena's sternum and spine were crushed into broken pieces. However, under the violent compression, the internal organs were squeezed out along the surrounding bone spurs, and in an instant a deformed color painting bloomed, cracking like a broken water ball.

However, this alone was not enough to completely digest such a heavy blow.

The remnant body, which was already inhuman form, was pressed by a huge force at this moment, further sinking into the ground. The hard slate floor cracked at this time, and it burst in an instant, after a line of thumb-thick lines appeared, it spread towards the surroundings.

And as these fine cracks winded away, the frescoes on both sides of the church cracked at this time, and began to tremble slightly like the statue in front of Jing'an, and finally let out a scream.

Like a boulder thrown into Pinghu, the rippling ripples intersect layer by layer, superimposed on each other, and finally formed a turbulent momentum like waves.

The breath called collapse spread at this moment.

A violent echo that was enough to make the heart tremble suddenly came. The surrounding stones shattered, and the glass above his head exploded. Even the statue of the nameless **** shattered into fragments of various sizes at this time, limp to the ground, making the final noise.

Beliefs that are above all, succumb to extreme violence at this moment.

It was the strongest blow so far, almost emptied half of Jing'an's physical strength.

Even like him, he began to sweat on his forehead at this time, showing a slightly tired expression. But with this as the premise, if the goal can be achieved, then it is naturally best.

After all, the most important thing is...Is Elena really dead?

With this doubt in mind, Jing An's gaze turned, Xuan even looked down at him.

…………

Aisha and his group, who were still outside the church, witnessed a staggering reality at this time-after a loud noise, the entire church collapsed from the roof. The exquisitely engraved glass fell from the top, along with the marble, and the beams of the house were smashed together, and finally paralyzed into a dusty ruin.

"This, what happened...?"

Compared to Jasmine, who was still a little daunted, Aisha and Old Popsicle clearly understood Jing'an's methods better.

This must be the man's handwriting.

Thinking of this, Aisha Dang even stood up against the wind and snow. She tightened the hood on her head and shouted loudly while rushing forward.

"Sir! Are you okay, sir!"

Just after Aisha crossed the front yard, the abnormal blizzard disappeared without a trace. Her eyes moved along the gray fly ash, as if she wanted to capture the familiar figure in it, but at this moment she heard a muffled hum.

It was the dull echo that burst out like a club beat on a drum. Before she could think about it, she saw a figure lasing in the fly ash, and finally fell straight beside her, hitting her a few times before it was barely stopped. Stature.