Doomsday Sanctuary

"court death!"

Di Ping yelled and rushed towards the mutant mouse with a change of figure. The moment the person rushed out, his mind moved. The Wujin sword appeared in his hand, swiping the sword, and the sword slashed towards the mutant mouse with a black light.

"puff!"

The sword carried the gust of wind, slashing out like lightning and thunder.

It's just that the mutant rat's movements are not slow. A flashy jump like a meteor, swiftly dodges Di Ping's saber, the light of the knife glided across the rice bag, and the rice bag was cut in two immediately, and the crystal clear rice was shot out in all directions.

Without a knife, the mutant mouse jumped to the other side, squeaking proudly.

"No, I can't stay anymore!"

Di Ping secretly said that it’s not good. This mutant mouse is not slow, and it goes out a lot faster than himself, and the calls outside are getting more and more, getting closer and closer. I don’t know how many mutant rats there are. , Then it will be in trouble.

No longer caring about the mutant mouse, Di Ping turned and ran to the door, swiftly like wind, and shot out instantly.

Sure enough, there are already a lot of mutant mice around outside, the number is no less than a hundred, and there are countless mutant mice in the distance pounced here, the number is astonishing, each is the size of a cat, and the scalp of the person watching it is numb. .

Where did these mutant mice come from?

Di Ping looked at so many mutant rats, his scalp was numb, and the rice bags in the grain store were neat. There was no sign of mutant rats activity at all, and so many mutant rats came out of there.

"Puff puff..."

At this moment, Di Ping didn't think too much, didn't dare to delay, swung his knife and flew towards his two mutant mice, and his body quickly rushed outside the market.

But just after flying two, a dozen more pounced on it. He swung the knife again, but the speed slowed down.

He was careless just now, and there was no time to withdraw. Now the mutant rats outside are gathering more and more, and he has lost precious opportunities.

At this time, Di Ping was filled with infinite regret, he was too careless, thinking he was very strong, who wanted to be dangerous outside.

During this period of time, I was so comfortable that I had forgotten the danger of the end times.

But if I bring one more person today, I will not be so passive towards the present.

If you bring Gina, Gina's magic alone will be enough for these mutant rats. Even if you don't bring Gina, Owen Mok can bring one, and you can cooperate with each other, which can also reduce your own pressure.

However, Di Ping immediately threw this idea out of his mind. This is not a kind of training. Recently, he has not been under too much pressure to make much progress.

Although he is practicing, he is no longer as hardworking as before. This situation is undesirable. The dangers of the last days are everywhere, and there are too many powerful mutant animals that can threaten him.

And he can't stand still and rely entirely on the system. This dependence will hinder his progress. He decided to use this opportunity to temper himself.

Di Ping's greatest advantage is that he can quickly recognize himself, never conceit or be arrogant, he can always set his mind right and find his own problems, which is why he can quickly succeed.

"kill!"

Thinking of this, Di Ping made up his mind, with a loud noise, and began to rush from left to right. Every time he swung a knife, two or three mutant mice would be cut into the air. The knife was as light as electricity, and the whole person was enveloped by a mountain of swords. The body was cracked and blood spattered.

At this time, he was like a murderous demon, covered in blood, most of which were mutant rats, but he also had his own.

Although he is powerful, there are too many mutant rats, and there are always one or two stealing a bite.

"Squeak..."

A sharp rat noise caught Di Ping's attention. He glanced at it and saw a mutant rat standing on the roof, squeaking non-stop.

And every time it tweets, Di Ping can feel the rat group fluctuates, the number of rushing up suddenly increases, and his pressure immediately increases.

The market is full of mutant rats, and the blackness is like a vast ocean, and Di Ping is a lone boat in the ocean, ups and downs in the black ocean, and may be destroyed at any time.

Countless mutant rats screamed in the roof of the mutant rats, turning into huge black waves towards Di Ping in the middle of the sea.