Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

"Then let's see, which one of us is better!" Gao Yunjing also made no secret at this time, the boiling divine blood was like the hot magma under the ground.

The overloaded exercise of the heart bursts out with hot blood, and the surge of adrenaline blocks the so-called pain sensation.

"Fengchuan" lost all its forms, retaining the slender and majestic shape of the spear, and the cold light flashing from the tip of the spear was like an envelope sent by the god of death.

"Hahaha!" Wan Wenxiu seemed to be possessed today, laughing wildly, and the flesh and feather wings behind him trembled.

Blood was constantly oozing out of the half-broken body, and the patterns on the bones were flashing like a heart.

"Come on! Come on! People like us are heading towards death every moment! How can we live the so-called happy life?"

"Then you really said it wrong?" Gao Yunjing's body continued to emit billowing white smoke, which was the high temperature generated by the over-operation of the body's functions.

"I don't know whether you are happy or not, but I long for the life of a hot bed with a wife and children."

"No, no, no!" Wan Wenxiu shook his head, with an inscrutable look on his face, and there was uncontrollable sadness in his overlapping voices.

"The people chosen by the gamers are just pawns, and no one can escape their destined fate."

"Each of us is an actor. Even if we hate the script, we can't resist. We can only act according to the script."

"so."

"Perform a perfect ending for your character!"

Wan Wenxiu stopped talking nonsense and rushed up to fight with Gao Yunjing with a roar.

Blue-purple thunder is shining, golden-red flames are burning the world, and green wind is howling in all directions.

A huge and ferocious body, fighting with a silver spear.

The spear was like a dragon emerging from the water, constantly penetrating that huge and eternally standing body with terrifying power.

The sharp claws pierced straight from the shoulder above, damaging all the tendons, bones, skin, and internal organs along the way.

Hot blood spurted out from the wound and fell on Wan Wenxiu's twisted face. He wiped it with his claws without caring.

The spear also took this opportunity to inflict a huge penetrating damage from his abdomen directly to his shoulder, destroying everything in its path.

Wan Wenxiu only laughed arrogantly. The blood and genes of the gods would repair everything that was damaged. The broken robot could go into war as long as the key parts were repaired.

The same is true for their bodies. The moment he is chosen by the gods, he is no longer a human being, just a puppet with autonomous consciousness.

The puppet is not afraid of pain, and neither is he.

It seems that only pain can make him, a confused person, feel that he is still alive in this world.

Gao Yunjing flew up and kicked Wan Wenxiu away to keep the distance. The spear stuck on the ground became his support, and he gasped for breath.

He doesn't have a perverted body like Wan Wenxiu. He is almost a war machine. He will never be damaged. Even if it is damaged, it will be repaired in a short time.

Only constant fighting is what has been programmed.

The A3 potion was poured into his mouth crazily, even though the divine blood rushing through the blood-burning process thought he was restoring his damaged body.

But after all, the speed is much slower than Wan Wenxiu.

He stretched out his slender hand and made a clear snap of his fingers.

Wan Wenxiu's body immediately burst out with lightning and flames, blue, purple and gold and red erupting everywhere in his body, like a time bomb arranged.

Wan Wenxiu seemed to be unable to stand up and maintain his body shape by the explosion, and could only be blown back and forth by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

Gao Yunjing spit out the blood accumulated in his chest and glanced at the crypt worriedly.

He was dragged up by Wan Wenxiu with brute force, but the previous war had caused the structure of the cave to be on the verge of breaking.

And because he lost the support of the gods, Gao Yunjing was really worried about the cave collapse.

This caused the dense explosions like firecrackers to finally stop. Through the faint light reflected by the remaining snow, Wan Wenxiu's empty abdomen and chest could still be seen.

His body seemed to have no organs, but he could still fight and remain immortal.

Wan Wenxiu suddenly laughed, and he said loudly and wantonly: "It's no use fighting here! Come with me!"

Then his broken wings flapped like an arrow from a string and shot through the distant city.

There was some kind of frightening flame twisting and burning in Gao Yunjing's dark eyes, as if only the flame burned the last darkness.

The real end of this world will come.

He was as relaxed and arrogant as a boy of fifteen or sixteen, shouting loudly: "Here we come!"

Then the wind sprang up under his feet, carrying the last bit of cool night wind on the top of the mountain and running towards the flaming city in the distance.

This ultimate fight of blood and flesh and flesh finally awakened the deepest desire in his heart.

This is indeed a sense of reality, a sense of reality unique to those who once judged the doomsday.

He stepped on the wind like an ancient cultivator wielding a sword.

The black windbreaker blended into the dark night sky and turned into a long and fierce wind.

The young man's slim and slender figure is paired with a black windbreaker that flutters in the wind, like a battle flag.

Wherever it is inserted, the battle situation is locked.

When he just arrived in the city, Wan Wenxiu grabbed a passerby and bit him on the neck, swallowing the blood like a vampire.

When he saw Gao Yunjing arriving, he smiled shyly and said sheepishly: "Isn't it too much to replenish some energy when you are hungry?"

Gao Yunjing shrugged indifferently and said casually: "Of course it's nothing, I won't mind."

The spear was like an arrow, cutting through the air and space distance, just like Kungunir passing through the long river of time, nailing Wan Wenxiu straight to the building.

Even though Wan Wenxiu was pinned to a 15-story building, he still didn't give up on the passerby who was already pale due to severe blood loss.

It's not right to say he was a passerby. The man was wearing a black trench coat and had an ordinary face. He couldn't be more ordinary.

There is a steel knife on his waist.

Ye Yehao.

I met an inconspicuous executive bureau officer in Yilin Town.

If it weren't for Gao Yunjing's memory that is far beyond ordinary people, and if he had spoken a few words to him, he would most likely have forgotten this ordinary person.

Ye Zihao seemed to recognize Gao Yunjing and turned his head strugglingly, looking at him calmly.

He opened his dry mouth, and a hoarse voice came out with difficulty.

"Hello and goodbye."

His movements quickly returned to smoothness, and he quickly pulled out the steel knife from his waist. Using the last muscle of his body, he sent the steel knife into Wan Wenxiu's head.

It's a pity that he was too weak, and the quality of the steel knife was too weak, and he couldn't even get into it.

He lowered his hand feebly and turned into a mummy.

He left only four words.

……

Today is National Memorial Day. Let us pay homage to all our compatriots who have suffered as a result of war.