Chapter 249 Sun Rong's Killing

"Oh~~~~~~"

"Ha~~~~~~"

"Oh~~~~~Oh~~~~~~"

The overwhelming walking dead made a creepy sound. Looking around, there is nothing but these walking dead within a radius.

drops of saliva flowed along the corners of the mouth and fell to the ground, and the walking corpses with stiff limbs closed in the middle, and the smell of corruption lingered around this world.

In this boundless sea of walking dead, a carriage was staying in place, and the driver looked at the walking dead tremblingly, his face full of fear.

"Female~~~heroia~~~~ This, these are~~~~" The chariot with trembling lips has long been unable to say a complete word. After walking this road for so many years, it is the first time he has seen such a doomsday scene.

The heroine in his mouth was naturally the rather cold Sun Rong, and on the carriage, the dilapidated knife master was like a bad old man, still not opening her eyes. His granddaughter looked solemnly at the overwhelming walking corpses.

"You go to sleep first, and when you wake up, everything will disappear." Sun Rong looked at the driver with a frightened face, and a smile appeared on his cold face, and cut off the palm under the driver's stunned eyes.

As an ordinary person, the driver fell unconsciously in the car, closed his eyes, breathed well, and fell into a coma.

Looking around, Sun Rong's expression was very cold. As early as when she passed by those villages, she felt something was wrong. There were even several villages with a trace of murder, but those people did not do it after all.

Looking thoughtfully at the bad old man, who is still asleep, and facing the bad old man's granddaughter, it is not difficult for Sun Rong to guess that the reason why those people did not do anything must be because of the two people in front of him.

Curious, Sun Rong was curious about the identity of these two people in front of him, which would make the wave of killers dare not act rashly, or even let them pass safely.

"You are Sister Rongrong, right?" Seeing Sun Rong look at herself, Dao Zun's granddaughter smiled lightly, with a spiritual charm and a fresh and refined temperament.

"Do you know me?" A touch of surprise flashed in Sun Rong's eyes. He trimbed his long hair with his hand and looked at the girl in front of him with a strange expression, as if he was guessing the identity of the other party.

"Although it's the first time we met, Brother Feng Xie often mentions you in front of us." Dao Zun's granddaughter said with a smile, her big eyes bent into a crescent shape, shining brightly.

"Real?" Sun Rong looked in a trance for a moment, with a touch of sadness, "I didn't expect you to know the third brother, and listen to your tone, as if you are quite familiar with the third brother."

"Yes, Brother Feng Xie used to take me to play and teach others to catch butterflies." Dao Zun's granddaughter said with a smile, full of sweetness and happiness in her eyes. "Unfortunately, people have never seen him since Brother Feng Xie left. Lian'er really misses Brother Fengxie.

"Little sister, you miss the third brother very much!" Sun Rong asked with a strange face, but she couldn't tell what it was like.

"Yes, Brother Feng Xie is very good to him, and he still wants Brother Feng Xie to teach him how to use knives!" Dao Zun's granddaughter said with a pure and brilliant face, "Brother Feng Xie has promised him that he will definitely teach him how to use his swordsmanship."

"Oh, that's it." Sun Rong asked thoughtfully, "Little sister, how old are you this year?"

"Brother Feng Xie said, don't tell others your age, but he hasn't seen Brother Feng Xie for more than 100 years." Dao Zun's granddaughter pouted, showing a trace of alert, and then said with a sad face.

"Well, little sister, let's talk about something later. It's better to get out of here first." Sun Rong smiled and said, "You are here to take good care of your grandfather. My sister is going to deal with these walking dead bodies."

"Well, Sister Rongrong, you have to be careful!" Dao Zun's granddaughter smiled and nodded fiercely.

"Ha ha!" Looking at the innocent smile on the other party's face, Sun Rong smiled softly, jumped out of the carriage, looked at the walking corpses getting closer and closer around, and his eyes changed.

"Damn, kill, kill, where did so many ghosts come from?" In a village not only a thousand miles away from Sun Rong, three figures were submerged in the vast sea of people. The knife light flashed, the shadow of the sword was horizontal, and these walking corpses fell piece by piece.

"Lao San, damn it, work harder, Miss Sun has something to do, and the young master has to peel off our skin." A bearded and strong man roared rudely.

"Second brother, third brother, I have been fighting for my life. What a mother's unluckyness, Wumen has also been disturbed." The thin and light-footed man raised his foot and kicked down the walking corpse in front of him, and fell down. He kept jumping into the air like lightning. The cold light suddenly appeared, and a hundred-foot sword light split into the crowd.

"Wumen, hum, I think these guys have been used to being comfortable over the years, and they dare to intervene in and kill Miss Sun. By this incident, it will be the time for Wumen to destroy the family." The last one looked cold and angular, and a long gun danced in his hand, and all the walking dead were separated without exception.

"Blosion for me! Explosion! Explosion!" Holding a gun in one hand, he danced to strengthen his body. In an instant, he saw a silver light rushing left and right in the crowd, and a large vacuum appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The silence of the Shura knife!" The burly man did not show weakness. A broad knife swept out, and the knife suddenly appeared and chopped Qianjun. These walking corpses who lost their minds were cut off by the waist.

"Ninety-nine of swords return to the clan!" The thin man stepped over a man's head like a dragonfly. In an instant, the man was stepped into the soil, and the man took the opportunity to rush into the air.

The nine-foot-long sword light appeared out of thin air and closed his eyes. The man did not look at the crowd below. His expression was cold and his arms stretched out.

"Combined! zhan~~~”

The closed eyes opened in an instant, and the nine swords closed in the blink of an eye and turned into a giant sword. The sword light was wanton, the void trembled, the earth shook and danced wildly.

"Boom~~~~"

Dust flew, blood splashed everywhere, and a gully more than ten meters wide and more than 100 meters deep appeared on the earth. The house collapsed and fell into the gully in an instant.

"I rely on the third brother, you are so fierce!" In the flying dust, two figures rose to the sky and came to the man's side in the blink of an eye, and the burly one exclaimed.

"Well, let's go. It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. If it is delayed, I'm afraid Miss Sun will change." The cold-looking eldest brother looked at Lao San with admiration and waved his hand and left here first.

"Let's go, second brother!" Lao San smiled and followed the boss to break through the air.

"I almost forgot the business!" The second brother patted his head, smiled, and hurriedly followed.

At this moment, Sun Rong is standing in front of a door, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his eyes are coldly staring at the door in front of him.

"Squeak~~~"

Stretched out a folding fan on the door, and the closed door opened in response. Sun Rong, who sneered at the corners of his mouth, took a step and calmly entered the room.

Appearing in front of Sun Rong was a wrinkled old man with white beard and some bald head. His figure was not burly, but he was very well-proportioned. His eyes were deep and incalculable, with a mysterious smile on his face, sitting in a teacher's chair.

"Pa~~~~"

The folding fan in her hand gently tapped on the palm of her hand. Sun Rong's face remained unchanged. She looked coldly at the old man in front of her and was silent for a while.

"The little girl is really not very grateful for your hospitality and care along the way." Yingying smiled, as bright as a summer flower, Sun Rong said lightly.

"Ha ha, you mean those killers!" The old man did not hurry, stared at Sun Rong, gently tapped the master's chair with his fingers, and turned his head sideways, "I don't know if these carving skills have disappointed you."

"Disappointed?" Sun Rong raised her eyebrows and showed a trace of sarcasm, "Of course I'm disappointed, because in my opinion, those are just the pranks of a lonely psychopathic old man."

"Oh~~hehe~~~isn't it?" His eyes were deep and he stared at Sun Rong mysteriously. The old man said slowly, "Well, I don't think I will let you down again this time."

"Come out!" The faint words echoed in the room, and a man with empty eyes and a blank look appeared beside the old man. Unlike those in the outside world, the man in front of him not only did not have the slightest smell of corruption, but even the vitality in his body reached a shocking level.

"Qin Shao!" Seeing this man, Sun Rong shouted uneasily. The man in front of him was very different from the elegant Qin Shao in the past.

"You actually~~~" Sun Rong, who was furious, was murderous and her eyes were cold.

This young master Qin has a deep affection for her, but because Sun Rong has been dedicated to her third brother, she has already refused her. Even so, Qin Shao never gave up, but unlike the entanglement of others, this Qin Shao chose to wait like her.

"How about this gift? Isn't it good?" Zhan Yan smiled, and the old man looked at Sun Rong with great interest, and a wisp of murder flashed through the depths of his pupils.

"Damn it!" Coldly spitting out these words, Sun Rong stared at the old man with a look at the dead.

"I don't know if I will die, but what I know is that he will definitely die before I die." The old man shrugged his shoulders, pointed to Qin Shao beside him with a smile, and ordered faintly, "Kill her!"

"Six~~~"

The figure flashed, and the eleventh shadow appeared in an instant. A soft sword came through the air in the numb Qin Shao's hand. The tip of the sword trembled and went straight to Sun Rong's throat with a bitter chill.

The expression changed, and Sun Ronglian, who suddenly contracted her pupils, flashed, and the folding fan in her hand instantly touched the soft sword. At the same time, her slender five fingers moved slightly and pointed to Qin Shao's forehead.

"Is it so easy?" The cold-eyed old man overflowed with a sneer and a trace of sarcasm, as if he saw the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I have studied so many years and combined witchcraft with puppetry to create such a perfect killing machine. If it can be cracked so easily, isn't it a big joke?"