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Chapter 1020 Kill Without Amnesty

Chapter 1020 Kill Without Amnesty
"It took us a lot of effort to defeat this white-haired orangutan. If you like it, we can share its skin and half of the animal meat with you."

After hearing this, the red-haired man changed his face and wanted to speak, but the white-faced scholar stared back.

The white-faced scholar's words are respectful and polite, and he advances and retreats properly. If Zhao Wushuang is a high-level warrior passing by here, he may also consider this method of distribution.

But now he just wants to kill.

Zhao Wushuang stared coldly at the people below with indifferent eyes. In his eyes, these guys were already corpses.

His eye-catching black wings flapped in an instant, creating a powerful airflow. The surrounding jungle was blasted by sound waves and ravaged by the airflow. Hundreds of trees were blown up into the sky and exploded.

Whether it was trees or stones, they were all shaken up by the powerful suction and mixed with the dust all over the sky, blocking all sight.

"Not good, this man's murderous intent is too strong, and there is no way to stop him. Hurry up and defend, and wait for this storm to pass before looking for a chance to kill him."

The white-faced scholar suddenly opened his fan and built a line of defense around him.

The red-haired man also came to his side, and the two of them had serious expressions, fighting against the storm together.

But other people are not so lucky, because the god of death has already come.

Zhao Wushuang's hand turned into the devil's claws in the darkness, moving through the boundless sand and dust. Although those people had set up defensive magic weapons, they still couldn't avoid the fate of death.

Blood splattered, and headless corpses collapsed.

It's a pity that outsiders can't see this scene.

When the storm came, Chu Jingyun and Zhao Kuangtian, who was on the verge of death, could not resist at all. They had already closed their eyes and were ready to be torn apart by the strong wind.

But a gentle force descended from the sky, gently wrapping their bodies, blocking all the wind and sand.

Moreover, the power of that power has entered their bodies, repairing their broken bodies.

Zhao Kuangtian was surprised to find that many serious injuries on his body began to heal slowly, and the pain also eased a lot.

……

The wind and sand raged for half an hour before gradually dissipating.

The white-faced scholar and the red-haired man finally breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly took down their defenses and checked the surroundings, but Chu Jingyun, who was tied to the bed with red strings earlier, had disappeared.

Not only that, the white-faced scholar flew to the other side, and Zhao Kuangtian disappeared.

"Where did they go? Could it be that they were swept away by the sandstorm?" The red-haired man was very puzzled.

"No, that woman was tied up by you, and if she were to be swept away, she would still be attached to the red thread bed. How could she disappear alone?"

The white-faced scholar looked around and finally settled on the other side of the jungle.

"What did you see?" The red-haired man followed his line of sight, and suddenly changed.

Because Zhao Wushuang was standing at the exit of the jungle over there, looking at them expressionlessly.

"It's that guy."

The white-faced scholar and the red-haired man looked at each other, and the two mobilized the energy in their bodies at the same time, ready to fight.

But they soon found several headless corpses on the ground, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

The white-faced scholar felt the pressure from Shanda for the first time.

Since the man could kill their companions silently, why didn't he do it to them?

"You two, one plotted against my mother, and the other wounded my father to the brink of death. I won't kill you because I want you to know what despair is."

Zhao Wushuang walked towards them step by step, his black robe was windless, and the black hair on his forehead occasionally brushed against his extremely indifferent eyes.

He is like the god of death who came out of hell and specialized in harvesting the lives of all living beings.

The white-faced scholar frowned.

It seemed that the other party came here for their lives, and in that case, they had to give it a go.

He put his hand behind his back and gestured to the red-haired man.

The red-haired man took out two big knives, and said grimly, "If you want my Gao Fei's life, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

The red-haired man kicked the ground with his feet, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from the string. Two big knives crossed sideways,
The outer sharp edges of the two big knives rubbed against the air, making a very unpleasant and piercing sound.

At the same time, the devilish energy on the knife separated and rushed towards the upper and lower routes, turning into a ferocious bloody mouth, as if it wanted to swallow Zhao Wushuang.

There were attacks coming from the upper, middle and lower routes, but Zhao Wushuang was not panicked at all.

"Mary, it's time for you to harvest experience."

As soon as Zhao Wushuang shouted, a jade hand stretched out from the void. If those from the Xu family were reborn and saw this jade hand, their first reaction would be to turn around and run away.

This hand forcibly pierced the chest of a sage [-]nd heaven powerhouse.

The red-haired man controlled two long knives, spun them into wind blades, and slashed them down.

In his opinion, the owner of this hand was simply courting death.

But this hand looks quite fair, it should be a beauty, right?The idea of ​​the red-haired man had just come to this point, and there was a sudden change, and the flamboyant hand moved forward two or three meters.

Then he pinched the red-haired man's throat accurately.

Click.

There was a clear sound of bones breaking, without any muddy water, and Bloody Mary used her killing move the moment her hand touched the red-haired man.

Simple, crisp, is the purpose of Bloody Mary's battle.

With this pinch, she cut off all the vitality of the red-haired man, and the constant red magic power in her body also withered away and scattered in the wind.

The red-haired man stared wide-eyed in horror, unwilling to die.

His head, including his limbs, hung down feebly, the big knife fell to the ground with a bang, and the two ferocious ghost heads wailed and exploded automatically before reaching Zhao Wushuang.

"Your companions are already dead, do you still want to continue struggling?"

Zhao Wushuang turned his head and looked to the right of the forest.

He said this to the white-faced scholar, but the body of the white-faced scholar is still opposite.

"Come out, I don't have that much patience to play with you. You just want to let this person attack and entangle me first, and then you leave the transformed afterimage in place, and the main body goes around my back to launch a sneak attack?"

After Zhao Wushuang said these words, several footprints were trampled on the mud in front of a big tree.

It was because the mood was shaken and the figure was exposed.

Finally, the white-faced scholar's body emerged, he shook his head, and sighed:

"I lost..."

"But it's really not my idea, but his." The white-faced scholar pointed at the dead red-haired man, "I didn't think about killing people, I just wanted to grab something, don't get angry, if you think it's not enough , I can compensate you with something."

(End of this chapter)

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