In fact, Zhao Gang-ling could seriously injure the masked man on the platform just now, but the situation on the platform is too unclear. More than a dozen priests of the ruling protect Beluka. These more than a dozen priests of the ruling are equivalent to the backing of the ruling man. If Zhao Gang-ling destroys the masked man, a person similar to the masked man pops up among the more than a dozen ruling man, then Zhao Gang-ling has no other way except to run away. Or, if Zhao Gang-ling makes a wrong bet, then he has a wrong bet here, at least he has a chance to run away, because there are too few people who can chase here. If he is wrong bet on the platform and is seriously injured, then even if he wants to run away, there is probably no way.

So Zhao Gang-ling kept this punch until now and had a very good effect.

Seeing that he seriously injured the other party with one punch, Zhao Gang-rye had no time to adjust his breath and rushed directly to the cross on the ground.

He pulled up the cross on the ground.

"You run away quickly, take me with you, you can't run away." Zhou Qian said calmly.

Zhao Gang-ling didn't say anything, but carried the cross on his shoulder and was about to run away when the wall that had been knocked down was suddenly heard. Then, the masked man jumped out of the rubble and rushed towards Zhao Gang-ling.

After being so seriously injured, he was even beaten?

Zhao Gang-shou pulled Zhou Qian back to the ground, then turned around and rushed towards the masked man.

Since you still dare to fight, I will send you to see your great god!

Zhao Gang's aura was as strong as before, but the aura of the masked man was much weaker because he had suffered serious injuries and one of his hands had been completely destroyed.

Bang bang bang bang.

After a few brief fights, the other hand of the masked man was broken by Zhao Gang. Then, Zhao Gang locked his throat and knocked the masked man away again.

What was beyond Zhao Gang-ling's surprise was that after falling down, the man actually got up again and rushed towards Zhao Gang-ling.

Why don’t you die yet?!

Zhao Gangliang looked at the masked man in surprise. The masked man's eyes were filled with the light of dying. He didn't seem to think that the life of his Z-level master was very valuable. What he had to do now was to restrain Zhao Gangliang's speed and let the people behind him catch up.

As long as this goal can be achieved, even if he is killed here, he doesn't care.

Zhao Gangliang was truly shocked by the brainwashing ability of the Holy See's abilities to make a Z-level master so fearless.

Even if you are shocked, if you kill someone, you have to kill him.

This time, Zhao Gangyan used his tiger roar fist to break the masked man's ribs, and then the ribs pierced into the masked man's internal organs.

Looking at the sunken ribs, Zhao Gangqing firmly believed that this masked man would definitely die.

but…

A scene that surprised Zhao Gangliang happened. The masked man was not dead yet!

Although his breath was so weak, his movements had deformed and his body was even more shaking, he still rushed towards Zhao Gangling.

Zhao Gang-ling took action again.

This time, the masked man finally fell down.

He had no breath at all.

A Z-level master was beaten to death by Zhao Gangling.

Zhao Gangqing stood there, not because he wanted to sigh or something, but because he was surrounded by people.

This Z-level master used his life to delay Zhao Gang's stern footsteps.

Zhao Gang-liang looked around the crowd.

There were hundreds of people around, and people rushed over one after another.

They surrounded Zhao Gangling in the middle, holding long hair, iron swords and all kinds of weapons in their hands.

They were not in a hurry to rush forward, but just surrounded Zhao Gang-ling.

Not far away, several horses appeared.

Beluka rode on a tall white horse and stopped at the outermost edge of the crowd.

He looked at Zhao Gang-ling and Zhou Qian with a blank expression. After a few seconds, he raised his hand.

"kill!"

Beruka gave the order.

Those who surrounded Zhao Gangling rushed towards Zhao Gangling at the same time.

The momentum of dozens of people rushing forward is very scary, not to mention these hundreds or thousands of people.

The entire encirclement, instantly searched, and everyone rushed towards Zhao Gangliang.

They were fearless and completely forgot the corpses on the road.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, carried the cross, and then said to Zhou Qian, "Can you be motion sickness?"

Zhou Qian was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Zhao Gang-ling said, before she could think too much, Zhao Gang-ling suddenly grabbed Zhou Qian's cross with one hand and pointed forward.

Is he going to use me as a sword?

Zhou Qian looked at Zhao Gangliang in surprise, and then her thoughts soon became reality.

Zhao Gang-ling waved the cross in his hand.

Zhou Qian, together with the cross, instantly turned into Zhao Gang's sword!

Bang.

The cross's head hit the fastest group of people.

The group of people was seriously injured by the edges and corners of the cross, and they could not move after falling to the ground. The people rushing up behind had no pause at all, and they stepped on the bodies of those people and rushed forward.

This is a group of beasts who have completely lost their sense of self.

Although Zhao Gang-ling looks at the perspective of a person in power, Zhao Gang-ling looks at the perspective of a person in power and feels that this kind of brainwashing is simply unscrupulous.

When people lose their sense of self, what is the point of living?

They will not pursue self-worth or think.

Their mission is to offer their voice to the illusory God.

How sad this is.

The cross of hundreds of pounds turned into a powerful weapon in Zhao Gangling's hands.

Zhao Gangliang tried his best to control the direction of the cross and prevent Zhou Qian from being injured by those weapons.

After a group of people fell down, Zhao Gangliang rushed to the exit quickly.

Blood, blood is everywhere.

The cross that had been dyed red before was dripping with blood at this time, which looked particularly terrifying. Zhou Qian's body was completely covered in blood, and her vision became completely blurred, and she could see a bloody redness.

One after another, people fell down in front of her, and some of them were even smashed.

Zhou Qian closed her eyes in pain.

She is a kind person, and she really doesn't want people to die in front of her one by one.

Despite this, she didn't say a word because she knew that Zhao Gang-ling was here to save her. If you say something about not killing people at this time, it would be the biggest betrayal of Zhao Gang-ling.

Watching Zhao Gang-rye walk towards the entrance of the passage while waving the cross to kill everyone who stopped him, Beruka was silent for a long time. Then, he said to the priests around him, "Let's go."

After saying that, Beluka grabbed the horse's belly and the tall white horse slowly walked away.

Zhao Gang-rye didn't know how many people he had killed, he just waved the cross in his hand numbly.

Those who were rushing forward didn't know how many people died on their side. They only saw that the cross could occasionally bring up some human limbs.

The scene was like Shura Hell.

From the time Zhao Gang-ling was surrounded to the passage from Zhao Gang-ling to the exit, at least a few hundred people fell down along the way.

In other words, Zhao Gangliang killed hundreds of people in this short journey of more than 100 meters!

What a cruel and bloody thing.

However, no one still retreated.

They rushed towards Zhao Gangliang in an orderly manner.

Finally, Zhao Gangliang arrived at the entrance of the passage.

Two doors behind him have been closed.

Zhao Gang-ryung leaned his back against the door, holding a cross in his hand, and looked at the people who surrounded him.

"Whoever comes will die."

Zhao Gang-liang shouted loudly.

Those people looked at Zhao Gangliang numbly. Some of them were covered in blood, while others were full of fanaticism.

They all stood three meters away from Zhao Gangling, as if they were accumulating their strength, so they were waiting to give Zhao Gangling a final blow.

Zhao Gang-ling was dressed roughly.

His internal energy consumption was too much, so much that it had reached a limit. If he continued and his internal energy was exhausted, he had to use his own strength to deal with the fanatical members of the ruling team.

Even if he can kill hundreds more people, what's the point?

There are at least a thousand people in front of you!

In such a small place, even if Zhao Gang-ling can run out from here, where can he go?
To be continued...