Chapter 1237: The Power of the White Clothes
Ye Qiu yelled at Zhang Qingshan in the distance: "Zhang Qingshan, don't inhale the yellow gas!" “
When Ye Qiu's voice lagged behind, Zhang Qingshan, who was in the distance, tore off the sleeves of his clothes, and then surrounded him.
At such a life-and-death moment, there is no need for the two of them to continue to dwell on the past contradictions, and killing the killer in front of them is the top priority.
And the nearly 100 people seemed to advance slowly as if in a regular manner, and several small bottles of yellow liquid were buried in certain locations.
The poison was getting bigger and bigger, and Ye Qiu knew that if things were allowed to continue to develop, the consequences would be unimaginable.
With a pistol in hand, he began to move closer to the nearly 100 people, and the power of Browning in his hand alone was not enough to penetrate the opponent's body armor.
Zhang Qingshan was also hiding in the corner now, and the injuries were not light, and for a while, Ye Qiu and the others were in a stalemate. "What the hell, what should I do, I can't die if I fight, I can't get close to it!" Ye Qiu muttered to himself.
And at this moment, Bai Yi suddenly said, "I can help you." ”
Ye Qiu was stunned, the white clothes were extremely mysterious, they could always appear at critical moments, and Ye Qiu felt that the identity of the white clothes was definitely not simple.
"How can I help!"
The voice of the white clothes sounded in Ye Qiu's ears: "Relax, give me your body at my disposal, don't worry, I am different from the black clothes, after solving the problem, the body is still yours, I just don't want you to die." ”
At this point, although Ye Qiu had some doubts in his heart, he was also very helpless in the face of nearly a hundred heavily armed killers.
"Well, I promise you!"
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, his body was completely relaxed, and the whole person entered the original meditative state of his.
And at that moment, he felt a churn in his head, and then he lost control of his body.
But unlike the black clothes, Ye Qiu was like a bystander, sharing a pair of eyes with the white clothes, and the current Ye Qiu did not have any state of disorientation except for his body being uncontrolled.
The voice in white clothes sounded again and said, "Ye Qiu, you take care carefully, this is the way of fighting in our hometown, as for how much you understand, it depends on your own ability." ”
And when Bai Yi's voice lagged behind, Ye Qiu uncontrollably rushed towards the nearly a hundred killers.
Zhang Qingshan looked at Ye Qiu who seemed to be dying from a distance, and he was very puzzled, and Yan Jingwen's heart now also raised her throat, and now the entire Huaxia Martial Arts Association only has Ye Qiu and Zhang Qingshan left to maintain their fighting power.
When everyone thought that Ye Qiu was looking for death, the weapons of nearly 100 people on the other side had already shot at Ye Qiu in one volley.
The fatal sound of bullets sounded, and Ye Qiu was almost flat in the air at this time, and he happened to dodge the first wave of shots in the air as if he was going up a step.
Then a terrifying scene appeared, Ye Qiu himself was obviously standing in the air not far in front of everyone.
But in the blink of an eye, Ye Qiu rushed into the local camp again, but Ye Qiu in the air was still standing.
"How is that possible! Two leaves autumn! Zhang Qingshan exclaimed.
Just when everyone couldn't figure out what was going on, Ye Qiu in the air began to slowly dissipate, and at this time, he had already entered the range of more than a dozen people that the other party focused on protecting.
Almost killing a person with one punch and one palm, there was no one who could stop Ye Qiu at all, he was like a machine, he couldn't close it when it was started.
At this time, Ye Qiu's movements were very elegant, and there was a feeling of being out of the dust, at first glance, killing people was like killing art.
And in Ye Qiu's body in his mind, after seeing more than a dozen people on the other side dying one after another, he also found the yellow vial.
Where they dug a pit in the ground and buried it, Ye Qiu inadvertently saw a row of tiny pipes.
When the yellow liquid is poured in, it is sucked in by the pipe, and a yellow gas is produced.
"It's amazing!" Ye Qiu said helplessly.
And when he had already broken up the local formation, Zhang Qingshan also flew up from the side, killing with Ye Qiu with the long sword in his hand.
When the two of them got closer and closer, Zhang Qingshan suddenly spoke: "You are not Ye Qiu, who are you!" ”
Ye Qiu ignored Zhang Qingshan's question, in just five minutes, at least two-thirds of the people in front of him were killed by the two, and the absolute realm of the martial artist was five meters in front of him.
Within five meters, you can't use any weapon, when Bai Yi saw that the current person no longer posed any threat to Ye Qiu, he told Ye Qiu in his heart that he was going to retreat.
In an instant, Ye Qiu gained control of his body again, and at this time, the white clothes in his body said: "It's not good for me to control your body for too long, so don't think about it, keep fighting, the real strong people are constantly growing up in battle, although these opponents are not strong, but the weapons in their hands are enough for you to comprehend the mystery between life and death." ”
Ye Qiu agreed with Bai Yi's statement in his heart, and then he shouted to the only dozen or so killers in front of him: "Who sent you here and what is the purpose!" ”
At this time, the other party did not have the slightest intention of answering, they slowly raised their weapons and aimed them at Ye Qiu and Zhang Qingshan.
Ye Qiu felt that the other party was completely a mentality of going to death, this kind of person who was not afraid of death could only be cultivated by a cruel organization like Roman Bodhi.
"You left, I'm right, kill!" Ye Qiu said to Zhang Qingshan.
Then the two used their own peerless body techniques to dodge each other's shots, and the two sides fought again after a few breaths, this time neither Ye Qiu nor Zhang Qingshan had the slightest intention of sparing.
The slaughter ended quickly, and after Ye Qiu destroyed the opponent's formation, the nearly 100 killers became vulnerable.
"Let's see what's in the pipes under where they're buried!" Ye Qiu said.
Then he and Zhang Qingshan acted separately, squatting down and moving the soil away, only to find the tiny pipe.
Then Ye Qiu gently shook it with his hand, and a stream of heat flowed.
"What is this, why is there a pipe in such a submerged location in the street." Ye Qiu wondered.
At this time, Yan Jingwen suddenly came out and said: "This was arranged by a branch leader of the previous generation of the Chinese Martial Arts Association in the United States, and it was said at that time that it was to deliver clean water to the people. ”
Ye Qiu looked at Zhang Qingshan suspiciously and said, "Split the pipe and take a look." ”
Zhang Qingshan then drew out the real sword, and looked at Ye Qiu with a strange expression, it seemed that no one in his world dared to order him except for his master.
Now is not the time to be more serious, Zhang Qingshan cut this pipeline with a sword.
But the next scene surprised the three of them, an egg-blue liquid actually flowed out of the pipe, and when the liquid flowed out, the smell actually made people feel dizzy.
Yan Jingwen said dumbfoundedly: "Could it be a chronic poison, that president was bought by Roman Bodhi!" ”