Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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At this time, the fat pig also rushed up, holding the ghost-headed sword in his hand, and swung the sharp edge to create a bloody wind.

But Zuipala didn't even have the interest to take a look at it, so he slapped him with his backhand. The fat pig didn't even know what happened, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a truck driving at high speed and flew away.

At this time, Sin Bo Luo's ears felt hot, a fragrance blew on the earlobe, and the voice full of panting and temptation echoed around the cochlea.

"Great monk, are you a Buddha or a demon? I love the Buddha, and I delight in the demon." The voice was blurred and full of lust, not to mention the pair of white and hot arms gently rubbing along the cheeks. slide over.

Every inch of skin contact is a kind of tactile enjoyment.

Sinbola's eyes blurred briefly, but then he sneered and said, "If I were a Buddha, you wouldn't be able to live. If I were a devil, you wouldn't be able to escape. I like to play, so I'll accompany you!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Zui Boluo's pupils flickering, and in an instant, Lu Hao's face suddenly turned pale.

In the depths of the pupils of both eyes, Infernal Shura was reflected.

Looking around, countless figures are sinking in the sea of ​​desire, men and women are all in it, sinking in joy, gradually losing their direction, and turning into bones and skeletons.

"let me!"

The Daxia Ding was shocked violently, and a figure flew out of the Ding, it was Wang Mazi who had been hiding in the Daxia Ding.

He has been hiding in the Great Xia Cauldron and has never appeared. It was Zhao Ke who ordered him to recharge his batteries.

Now he is at his peak state, and his aura like a madman makes people feel suffocated for a while.

In terms of actual combat, Wang Mazi was even stronger than Zhao Ke. Under the same conditions, Zhao Ke would definitely not be Wang Mazi's opponent.

With a loud roar, his hair stood on end like a devil's hair, with endless killing intent, and he raised his fist and hammered down, with the power of heaven and earth shattering.

Seeing the shadow of Wang Mazi's attacking fist, even Zuipala couldn't help but look serious.

After all, the Wang Mazi he was facing was a pinnacle master in his prime, not to mention his pair of gloves were rare golden stamps.

"boom!"

The Pao Fist swung, but before the punch arrived, the violent wind had already hit his head and face.

Seeing this, Zuipala clasps his fingers, and grabs forward slowly.

A strange scene appeared, with just a light grasp, the punch in front of him suddenly fell apart.

This was supposed to be the supreme secret technique of the Skyhawk Sect, the Cracking Claw, but in the hands of Sinbala, it was already beyond the understanding of the previous Skyhawk Sect masters.

But once Zui Boluo made a move, he had to stop the enchantment spell and concentrate on dealing with Wang Mazi. This made Lu Hao seize the opportunity and break free from the illusion of the sea of ​​endless desire.

"what!!"

After getting rid of the shackles of the illusion, Lu Hao had a severe headache, fell to the ground and screamed, his eyes were bloodshot.

Chapter 1208 Successful Escape

It was clearly only a short moment, but in Lu Hao's perception, it was as long as years of struggling in the sea of ​​desire.

Lying on the ground, his whole body was soft, and it took a long time for him to gradually regain his strength.

Looking back, he saw that Zui Boluo had already fought with Wang Mazi. Wang Mazi himself was the pinnacle of melee combat, and with the blessing of the golden stamp, he was enough to challenge any candidate.

But what he was facing was Sinballa, the name of the gods in the world, and it was by no means a vain name. Facing the violent storm-like boxing, Sinballa just dispelled it lightly with one hand.

"It's too slow, your understanding of boxing is still at a superficial level."

The contemptuous eyes of Zuipala increased the pressure on Wang Mazi. This was already the fist he swung at full speed to the extreme, but Zuipala's hand just waved lightly, obviously slow as a snail, but completely blocked his fist. down.

Using slow to beat fast is definitely a crushing in terms of strength.

"Tai Chi?"

The more Wang Mazi punched, the greater the pressure. Seeing Zui Boluo's slow and fast palm technique, he was able to hold Zhao Ke's Daxia Ding while blocking his own fist.

I couldn't help but feel as big as a bucket.

"Tai Chi? I haven't heard of it, but the name is pretty good."

Zuipala's eyes flickered, as if he had regained his original state, he pushed back violently, and suddenly overwhelming pressure came, and Wang Mazi fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The huge force pushed him and smashed countless stones along the way, plowing a deep hole in the ground, and then he stopped, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out of Wang Mazi's throat, his face was as golden as paper.

At the same time, Zui Boluo's other hand slapped the Daxia Ding heavily, pushing the Daxia Ding forward to hit Zhao Ke.

"Do you think you can disrupt my pace if you understand the rules? After all, the chess pieces are chess pieces, and if they jump out of the chessboard, you can only stay in the flag box."

Da Xia Ding came back, and Zhao Ke's expression changed suddenly. After two consecutive fierce battles, he had already exhausted his cards, and most of his abilities were in a cooling state.

He could only call out the ghost tiger and stand in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the ghost tiger's jet-black armor exploded under the Great Xia Ding, and Zhao Ke even vomited blood from being hit.

"Die!"

Seeing this, Zui Boluo grabbed Zhao Ke with both hands, and he wanted to tear this guy who challenged the rules to pieces with his own hands.

It was too late to say it, but at this moment, Lu Hao's masculine roar was heard next to his ear: "Fuck you!"

As he spoke, Lu Hao waved his hand away, and saw a figure rushing straight towards Zuipala.

"Ok?"

Zuipala glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the attacking figure was another woman, holding a machete in her hand.

"don't want!!"

Zhao Ke's eyes glared angrily, and he screamed to stop him, but it was too late.

Sinballo grabbed the woman by the throat like he was picking up an ant casually.

Seeing Zhao Ke's extremely angry expression, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you care about her?"

"Don't touch her, you will regret it!" Zhao Ke's face was black and his fists were tightly clenched.

Fat Pig and others also got up one after another, stood behind Zhao Ke, and looked at Zui Boluo with an angry face.

"regret?"

There was a cold light in Zui Boluo's eyes, and his fingers suddenly clenched, "Poof!" In an instant, the blood was like a column, and the woman's body burst into pieces like it was clamped by some kind of grinding disc.

"Hahahahaha! I just want to see how you make me regret!"