"Captain, Zhang Xing is catching up ..."
"My eyes are not blind, and I still use your nonsense!"
A soldier was taken back by Li He before he finished speaking.
Looking at the people around him, Li He was embarrassed and ran away.
He is also a junior sage, and has the same strength as the squadron leader who died.
He always felt his neck chill.
For fear of being cut off by Zhang Xing.
"You stop him!"
Li He strode forward, leaving more than forty hands standing next to each other.
Are you kidding me?
Let's stop Zhang Xing?
Isn't that dying?
But the order is the order, they must listen.
Seeing Zhang Xing fluttering like a gust of wind, the legs of forty people were soft.
"Zhang ... Zhang Xing ... You ... stop ..."
Zhang Xingli ignored him, and flew over them overhead.
Forty people were all scared, squatting on the ground holding their heads.
"It's scary!"
Their faces (color) were white and they sweated (sh 身 n).
"Look! Zhang Xing is about to do something to Li He!"
The eyes of the people around them shone with excitement.
The White Tiger Legion is such an atmosphere.
Who has the power who comes to the fore.
The trampled people are basically dead, and few people can survive.
Of course, this is only a common occurrence at the lower and middle levels.
Struggles above the middle will not be so brutal.
They are used to attack opponents through other (yin) insurance methods.
Or in the competition arena (kill sha) to lose the opponent.
But no one dares to settle personal grievances in such a situation.
They don't think that Zhang Xinggan has killed Li He.
It was at best a beating and humiliation.
Then challenge to grab the captain's position.
But Li He didn't think so.
When Zhang Xing called out more than 110 heads, his heart began to beat violently.
And as they get closer and closer.
Li He's sense of fear is getting stronger and stronger.
He felt that way only when his life was threatened.
Looking back, Zhang Xing was only 30 feet away from him.
And he was more than 70 feet away from the camp.
No more running!
It doesn't matter what face you don't!
Huh! Li He unfolded (body sh n) and stomped ...
A distance of seventy feet is no different from a one foot for a junior saint.
The striker camp is close at hand!
Li He stepped out, just as his (body sh n) movie was about to reach the gate of Daying.
Zhang Xing's (body sh n) movie also arrived.
At the same time, everyone saw the axe on Zhang Xing's shoulder flash.
噗通!
Li He, who just flew up, suddenly felt the whole (body sh n) aura left instantly!
(Body sh n) stiffened and fell to the ground directly from the air.
Grunt grunt ...
A human head rolled down the ground!
Rolling an inch before the red line in front of the main entrance of Daying stopped.
hiss!
Everyone's face (color) was frightened, and they all took a breath!
Beheaded!
In a short time, all the people around were standing still.
The soldiers in the camp also stopped all movements, and looked at Li He with a horrified decapitation.
Da da da......
Everyone's eyes slowly looked at Zhang Xing, who was carrying more than 110 heads, and calmly walked into the camp.
As Zhang Xing moved forward, everyone unconsciously gave way.
In their eyes was deep fear and shock.
Zhang Xing's courage is too big, dare to kill people in front of the striker camp!
(Kill sha) The dead is Captain Li He!
No one dared to do this, he was the first!
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