The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1425 You can't lose face

Bei Lin silently raised his head, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

He was beaten again.

again and again!
He is tired!

More, irritable!
Beilin clenched his fists silently, his eyes flickered with brilliance, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and the sound of breathing gradually became more real.

"I said it before."

"Don't take an inch!"

"You are the biggest waste!"

"You don't know how sad it is for me to meet such a waste like you!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out of here! Trash! Completely trash!"

Snapped……

clap clap clap...

boom……

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

Bei Lin slapped Hao Yun more than a dozen times, and then kicked out in relief. The body of Hao Yun, the son of the Pavilion Master of Haotian Pavilion, fell to the ground like snow in the sky, because it was his face. Landed on the ground, so at this moment his face was in intimate contact with the earth.

Today is destined to be the subject of slapping!
Slap each other until they explode!

The cultivators of Haotian Pavilion who were attacking in front were already facing many difficulties, but seeing the two coaches at the back starting to fight each other again, their morale suddenly dropped crazily.

This is a chicken feather...

They fought life and death in front, and suffered heavy injuries. On the contrary, the two coaches did not want to make progress, and they were still fighting each other...

Where does this lead them to reason?There is even a sense of extreme sadness and helplessness.

too difficult!
They have to face the unlimited projectile attacks of those cultivators holding devil weapons...

And to accept inexplicable skin ulceration and aging...

We have to fight against all kinds of skeleton soldiers, dragons, skeleton monsters that suddenly appear in front of us...

Mentality, really exploded! !
"Brothers! Don't fight! If you continue to rush forward, you will die! Beilin Protector and Young Master Yu didn't plan to fight hard. Why are we working so hard?"

"That's right! Let's run! We've got a hard time this time!"

"The idea is tricky, don't run to die!"

"Hehe... Those masters didn't take our death battle to heart, they are still engaged in civil strife!"

"Following such a master is really bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

"What else can I say?"

"Go! Run! Get out!"

……

A wave of routs was formed.

The cultivators of Haotian Pavilion who had just rushed up rushed towards both sides before the law heavy machine gunners launched a full-scale strafing.

The scene seemed very pleasant for a time.

This battle should be regarded as the most casual battle that Fang Fan fought.

From beginning to end, there was a feeling of indifference.

The opponent's coach doesn't matter, and the opponent's soldiers are even more of a joke.

Less than 3 minutes after the start of the battle, nearly one-third of the enemy's soldiers collapsed.

If it continues with this momentum, it won't take long for it to collapse completely.

"All legions, press over!"

"Give them a final blow!"

Fang Fan stretched his waist, with a casual and silent look on his face.

……

Hao Yun, the son of the master of the Haotian Pavilion who was kicked to the ground, pulled his head out of the mud in silence, and then wiped the mud on his face, his eyes instantly became cloudy...

Face, it's over.

The head can be broken and blood can be shed, but the face cannot be lost!

Hao Yun looked viciously at Beilin high in the sky, clenched his hands, and vowed...to find a chance to kill him!

Even if you don't hesitate to go back to the Haotian Pavilion and rely on the power of your father!Do that too!It must be done!
If you dare to beat him now, wouldn't you dare to kill him directly in the future?
(End of this chapter)