Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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The two of them knew Zhao Ke's strength very well, let alone Zhang Zhijing, not to mention sinful Boluo, they would definitely not be their opponents.

But they couldn't figure out who gave Zhao Ke such courage.

"Could it be that Granny Hong gave him some trump card by tearing it down??"

Pan San pondered secretly, but he was not sure.

Because the rules of this hegemony are there and obvious.

These candidates are destined to be unable to obtain help from any forces.

Even Pan San himself was poor and white, which was why he wanted to kill Ah Huang and the other four.

He is so short of postal points.

It has lost its swaying support, and can't get the support of any forces.

So he can only kill, kill those who sell tickets to get in, and take their postal points.

He is still so.

How many tricks can Zhao Ke come up with?

Pansan is definitely not the only person who is so confused.

But Zhao Ke has no time to explain to these people.

Even what Zhao Ke was thinking at this time was completely different from the crowd.

Others are thinking about what support Zhao Ke has, but what Zhao Ke is thinking about is how much he can do.

At this time, I was like a farmer holding a king bomb in one hand, just to see how many times the landlord, Sinboluo, could support himself.

If Zhao Ke's thoughts are known, they must think this kid is crazy.

Sinpala is already infinitely close to God.

Or, in this world, he is already a god.

Zhao Ke's whimsical thinking is tantamount to seeking his own death.

"Amitabha!"

Sinballo came step by step, very low-key, without any visions, simply like an ordinary walker.

Only a few Buddhist elders followed.

When Zui Boluo looked at Zhao Ke, there was a bit of anticipation in his eyes for a moment.

However, Sinboluo soon noticed the disappearance of the great shaman and others.

Sinballa doesn't think so about the disappearance of the rest of the shamanism, but the great shaman himself also disappeared, and Sinballa has to frown suddenly.

"Don't look for it, everyone is in my Great Xia Ding, let's settle our accounts first."

Zhao Ke's shouts, in front of everyone, were provocative.

But no one was surprised.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

This is everyone's impression, but most people don't know that the next sentence of this sentence is that when a person is about to die, his actions must be crazy.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Ke is already a dead person.

Since he is a dead person, no matter how much he makes trouble, he doesn't think there is anything excessive about it.

Hearing this, Zui Boluo clasped his hands together, shook his head towards Zhao Ke and said, "Amitabha, I have nothing to do with you, and we don't have any accounts to settle."

Hearing this, Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes into a straight line, sized Zui Boluo up and down, and said ironically, "Yes, you are really fair and just!"

When speaking of the last four words, Zhao Ke deliberately emphasized his tone.

Sinballo's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he quickly hid the trace of anxiety.

"Since the benefactor is willing, let's start with the benefactor. There is no grudge between us, but you are the one who must be killed on the list. Please forgive me!"

"Must kill?"

Zhao Ke pouted and sneered, "I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me."

Zhao Ke's voice fell, and his figure quickly escaped into the fortress behind him.

The figure moved several times and disappeared in the dense forest in a blink of an eye, as if a drop of water fell into the sea, leaving no trace.

Zhao Ke, who has broken through a layer of shackles.

In terms of the use of the power of nature, she is no less than Luo Nu now.

With his figure hidden, even Zhang Zhijing and others could hardly detect Zhao Ke's presence.

Qi Liang's left eye burst out with scorching silver light, trying to find Zhao Ke through his real pupil.

However, to everyone's surprise, none of them noticed Zhao Ke's hiding place.

Instead, they only felt that there was an inexplicable force disturbing them in the deep forest in front of them.

"No wonder you are so confident!"

Zhang Zhijing nodded secretly in his heart, even though he was not optimistic about Zhao Ke, he still had to admit that Zhao Ke's concealment technique was truly unrivaled in the world.

But at this time, he heard Zuipala put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, a drop of water falling into the sea will naturally disappear without trace, but a drop of oil falling into the teacup will naturally be perfect for cleaning."

As soon as the words fell, Sinboluo's figure suddenly became blurred, a ray of Buddha's light gathered in his palm, and he grabbed the bush in front of him with one hand.

With a sudden lift of his palm, Zhao Ke, who had just disappeared, was grabbed by the throat by Zui Boluo.

It was as easy as grabbing a little chicken, and pulled Zhao Ke out of the camouflage of the forest.

Without giving Zhao Ke a chance to speak, Zui Boluo's fingertips were like knives, and he swept across Zhao Ke like a shooting star.

Zhao Ke tilted his neck, his mind rolled from his throat and fell to the ground, his blood and mud-stained face still had a horrified expression.

It seems to be telling the amazing gap between each other.

While this result surprised everyone, it was also within their expectations.

But no one expected that it would end so quickly.