The rain of bullets did not hurt the boy in the slightest, and the ground was littered with bullet fragments that had been knocked down or split in two. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The soldiers who had been shooting before gradually slowed down, and their bullets had bottomed out, but the boy on the other side didn't even lose a single hair, he was simply not human!

The soldiers became timid, and some soldiers began to retreat, and there was the first and the second.

Anya glanced at the retreating soldiers and shouted angrily, "You are soldiers! ”

The soldier's footsteps stopped, the leader's face was a little ugly, just now he was about to give up and retreat, but at this time, he was yelled at by Anya, he remembered again, he was a soldier!

"Hahaha~~~" The sound of the boy's laughter, like a spell urging life, made these stopped soldiers beat drums in their hearts again.

Until the last bullet was fired, there was still no success.

The dancing boy also stopped, shook the thin sword in his hand to his side, raised his chin and said, "I'm tired of playing, you guys go to death." ”

When the boy's words fell, half of the soldiers could no longer hold on, and even threw away the guns in their hands, and ran out of the house in a panic.

But there was still a small half left, including the leader, who stepped forward in unison and protected Anya and Han Youran behind them.

The leader threw down the gun without bullets in his hand, drew the military bayonet he was carrying, and said in a deep and heroic voice, "Colonel, please leave." ”

Anya glanced at him and said, "Hold on." ”

After that, he didn't stay anymore, bent down and helped Han Youran, who had quieted down, turned around and walked out, and when he left, he glanced at Sophie who was lying on the ground, but in the end he didn't help.

The mysterious boy, with a pair of aqua blue eyes, looked at the people who left with a playful look, and did not stop him.

Instead, he asked, "Is anyone else leaving?" ”

"Up!" The leader did not talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, he pounced with his own men with bayonets.

Their movements are fast, their swings are powerful, and they look like they have been trained for a long time, but these are not worth mentioning in front of boys.

I only heard the boy snort coldly, some thin calves, stepped forward, and waved the thin sword in his hand with a casual look, but the speed of the sword was surprisingly fast, and the soldiers could only see an afterimage, only to feel that their hand holding the bayonet shook for a moment, and then they felt a pain in their neck, as if something was flowing out of their neck.

The next moment, their hands could no longer hold the bayonet, and the sound of a clattering sound, the sound of the bayonet falling to the ground.

The soldiers, staggering backwards, raised their hands to touch their necks, and when they lowered their hands from their necks, they saw only blood on their hands.

The boy's footsteps never stopped, as if he was walking.

The last sword was across the leader's neck, and the two of them stopped together.

"Humans are so weak, damn it!" After the boy said something disdainfully, in the frightened eyes of the leader, the hand holding the sword, the fingers raised, pressed the hilt of the sword, and pushed forward vigorously.

Little by little, the blade of the sword was pushed into the leader's neck, and the blood began to flow out continuously, dyeing the thin sword in the boy's hand red, but the blood did not fall, but was constantly absorbed and devoured by the thin sword.

"It's kind of useful." The boy looked at the blood-drinking rapier and said indifferently.