Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Package of Braids and Tibetan Mastiffs
Luo Hebin's white T-shirt was stained with blood, but it was all from the enemy, and he slaughtered those big men in black suits like a killing god Shura. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
Wang Siyuan's left arm was colored, but it did not affect his performance at all, he tore off a strip of cloth from the corner of his clothes, tied his hand with the blood-stained mountain knife, and the thin man hit the mountain of people in front of him again and again, compared to Luo Hebin's deadly art, he was more like a madman, his eyes were red, and he was bloodthirsty and slashed back and forth.
Li Sanmu on the other side was already a little physically exhausted, and Wu Bingqing covered his eyes tightly, his little face was pale, and he squatted on the ground, praying in his heart that they and Mu Shiran would be fine.
Seeing that Li Sanmu, who was physically exhausted, was kicked to the ground, Luo Hebin directly threw the mountain knife in his hand, and the mountain knife that was out of control was directly inserted into the right hand of the person holding the knife, and Li Sanmu behind him rushed wildly, jumped high, and kicked the man's back, only to hear the sound of "click", the bulky body fell to the ground in response, and the back broke to reveal the white bones of Sensen.
was about to reach out and pull up Li Sanmu on the ground, but suddenly felt a cold air coming towards him, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the cold air, only to see a short middle-aged man in black clothes with a small braid flicking around the back of his head, slowly walking towards him, holding a big knife in his hand, the big knife was as long as a short man, the whole body was golden, and it was the same as a local tyrant, shining with a dazzling light, and there was a cold air.
The two younger brothers on the side saw their boss rushing up, and they also rushed towards Luo Hebin desperately.
Luo Hebin kicked out two kicks like lightning, kicked the two younger brothers to Wang Siyuan, and he rushed towards the short one, kicked in the air, and kicked directly at the short face, only to see that the short one had an extremely weird sideways, and his body directly twisted to avoid the kick that must be hit, and then the big knife in his hand slashed at Luo Hebin's flying right leg, Luo Hebin was shocked, this person was able to violate the body structure, dodge his own kick, and even slashed at himself.
Luo Hebin's center of gravity shifted downward, his left foot landed on the ground, and he quickly retreated and kicked to the short man's right foot, and then swung violently, kicking on the side of the big knife, the short man was also surprised, this person's control of strength is so accurate, because of the transformation of Pangu's heart, he can transform his body structure at will in an instant, but he can achieve perfect dodge through precise force control.
Luo Hebin just landed and saw the short man in a trance, and grabbed the short pigtail at the right time, and lifted it directly.
The majestic force directly hung the short one in the air, and then smashed it to the ground.
"Bang Long!" The short man who made a close contact with the ground only felt dizzy and seemed to faint, but the short man's physique was far better than ordinary people, he shook his head and said fiercely, "You are the first person who dares to grab my braids, I want you to die." ”
The big knife in his hand rose in response, extremely flexible, and slashed at Luo Hebin, although this person's sword skills are not bad, but compared to a savior like Luo Hebin, it is simply unsightly.
Although Luo Hebin's cultivation is very low now, after the transformation of Pangu's heart, his physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, not to mention that he can also spell the art, but it is inconvenient to show it.
He took half a step forward with his left foot, and then grabbed the back of the knife with his right hand and pulled it.
The short man felt like his broadsword was caught in giant pincers, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't take it back.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let go of his hands that were clutching the big knife, took out a pistol from his waist, and was about to shoot at Luo Hebin, but he was pierced by a mountain knife through his chest, and after looking at the world unwillingly, he fell to the ground, revealing the murderer behind him - Wang Siyuan.
Luo Hebin gave Wang Siyuan a grateful look, and then rushed towards the few remaining black-clothed men.
Seeing that the situation was not good, there was only a dead end if they didn't run, so they turned around and ran, and they didn't dare to turn their heads back.
A few big men had just run to the corner of the corridor, their faces showing a look of joy, but they were greeted by a bloody mouth, and a few screams mixed with dog barking resounded through half of the manor.
In the distance, a huge Tibetan mastiff ran out, tearing an arm from its mouth, and the blood stained its long black fur bright red.
I saw that there were still a few people standing there not far away, ignoring their existence.
These stupid humans are simply flouting my authority, and the Tibetan mastiff spits out the minced flesh in its mouth, and screams with its mouth wide open to the sky.
"Wang... Wang..."
Blood mixed with saliva flowed out of the mouth and sprinkled into the air with the back of the run.
Luo Hebin's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, he had never seen such a Tibetan mastiff before, but feeling the beastly nature on his body, a golden light appeared directly in his palm.
Waiting for the Tibetan mastiff to rush in front of him and throw it over, but the Tibetan mastiff seemed to feel the extraordinaryness of the golden mangs and the pressure of the person in front of him, and the galloping figure was stopped halfway by it, circling around Luo Hebin.
Before Wang Siyuan on the side could ask why a golden mang suddenly appeared in Luo Hebin's hand, he was stunned when he saw that the Tibetan mastiff was like a human.
"Grass, this is still a dog, and the sense of battle is better than that of people. ”
Even Luo Hebin, who was fighting against him, flashed a trace of surprise, obviously he didn't expect this dog to be so spiritual, but when he thought of the roaring dog who had cultivated into an immortal, it was really nothing.
As for Wu Bingqing, Wang Siyuan had already blocked in front of her, he didn't want her to see this bloody side, and he covered her ears with both hands.
So Wu Bingqing, who was hiding behind Wang Siyuan, was like a curious baby, who wanted to peek but was blocked by the tall and thin man in front of him.
Suddenly, the Tibetan mastiff seemed to have found Luo Hebin's flaw, jumped up from behind, opened his bloody mouth at him, and bit off Luo Hebin's neck.
Wang Siyuan, Li Xi and Li Sanmu on the side were shocked at the same time.
Luo Hebin seemed to have known that the Tibetan mastiff would jump up from behind him, and the golden mangs in his hand seemed to have eyes, and stabbed straight at the Tibetan mastiff that jumped high, and the big blood-red eyes of the Tibetan mastiff flashed with human-like horror, and hit his big head to the ground.
"Knock!"
The Tibetan mastiff smashed its head on a corpse on the ground, then shook its head and shook its head for a long time, glared at Luo Hebin viciously, turned around and ran......
Yes, ran......
Just ran away without discipline.
Drunk, a hint of surprise flashed in Luo Hebin's heart.
This Tibetan mastiff really has the same spirituality as a human, not only has a high sense of fighting, but also is very smart, and gives up immediately if it fails to strike.
Li Sanmu, who had just rushed to Luo Hebin's side and wanted to help, was also stunned, and shouted in his mouth, "This Nima has become a demon, right?
Li Sanmu suddenly felt that this world was so profound, "Oh, by the way, why did a golden light suddenly appear in your hand? It's the same as the special effects of the movie." After speaking, he looked at Luo Hebin's bland right hand, and his face showed doubt.
"This is the art of spells, which was taught to me by my master, and I will explain it to you when I have the opportunity in the future, but now I will save Shiran first. After Luo Hebin finished speaking, he walked straight to the villa.
Since he knows that this kind of thing is a bit illusory, he can only trouble himself if he says it, so he can push it, and this is not Luo He Bin pushed this pot to the head of the inexplicable master.