121 Night Battle(4)

Still want to escape? Lin Qingyang killed Jiang Hai without hesitation. With a turn of his eyes, he suddenly saw the two Nanyangs who were killed by a grenade in the corner of the wall, each holding a Malay sword, the sword body was twisted, but the cold light was awe-inspiring.

These two with swords?

Lin Qingyang was stunned.

Those who dare to abandon guns and swords in this environment are definitely masters, it seems that there are still masters in the opponent's Nanyang assassination group, but unfortunately, no matter how high the kung fu is, they are afraid of kitchen knives, and the masters were killed by grenades!

Click, click, click.

The mountain monk roared, the clothes on his body suddenly swelled, and the bones all over his body also rang as densely as fried beans, and he took a step forward suddenly, and the mountain's body seemed to be bigger, the palm of his hand was the size of a fan, and with a bang, he stared at the heart of the short knife and pushed it towards the heart of the short knife.

The palm wind is howling.

"Drink!"

The short knife was also low, the fist was tight, and it struck out with a pop, and the sound of breaking the air was bursting, and even the air in front of him seemed to be hit by him with a transparent long mark, this move was fast, and it seemed that he was just about to make a move, and there was already a slap the size of a big mountain fan.

Yue Wang Fist.

A stunt that Shortsword learned from his instructor.

King Yue is Yue Fei, and later generations call him Lord Yue.

The story of serving the country with loyalty is widely spread in Huaxia. Yue Fei's image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he is also the spiritual idol of the Chinese soldiers, of course, the punch of the short knife has nothing to do with Yue Fei himself, but has only been invented in recent decades.

Bang.

At the intersection of fists and palms, there was a roar of gold and iron, the cuffs of the two cracked with a thud, and the short knife retreated two steps, but Dashan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook and shot out.

However, there is fraud!

Far from being frustrated, a strange smile appeared on his face, and when he pulled his palm back, he stretched out his hand again, and when he stretched it out again, he already had a desert eagle pistol in his hand, and the rough and domineering muzzle of the gun was instantly aimed at the short knife.

The power of the sand eagle is world-famous.

This distance, if shot, is enough to open the head of the dagger or cut him off at the waist!

Guns again.

Lost the last fight, this guy is like this, Lin Qingyang suddenly was a little worried about the short knife, he knew this, so he reminded him in advance, and with a press of his thumb and middle finger, Lin Qingyang held a stone in his hand.

I was about to make a move.

But what dazzled Lin Qingyang was that the short knife in front of him sneered, and his hand shook like magic, and he even took out a black hole gun out of thin air, which was the black star that Lin Qingyang had thrown to him before.

All guns?!

I'm so shameless to rely on you! Didn't you just fight to the flesh? This will be a high-tech competition?!

However, Lin Qingyang was still a little uneasy.

I'm afraid Black Star can't kill the Desert Eagle!

But in the next scene, the short knife taught him an extremely vivid lesson with facts, and what he did was not to rob, but to see the person with the gun!

Dashan was about to pull the trigger immediately, but with a shot in his hand, the temperament of the short knife changed suddenly, and even Lin Qingyang next to him felt that the murderous aura on this guy's body suddenly became more than one point, Lin Qingyang saw it clearly, at the moment when Dashan's index finger was buckled, the muzzle of the short knife flickered, and he raised his hand to shoot two points.

Bang.

Bang.

There weren't many pieces, but the time was too accurate, and the two bullets, pop twice, pierced through Dashan's wrist, and were taken by this force, Dashan's hand was completely missing, the trigger was pulled, and it slammed on the ground in front of him. The Desert Eagle is the Desert Eagle, and the large-caliber bullets are extraordinary, directly punching the ground into a deep pit the size of a bowl.

Divine skills.

The short knife is far better than his skill.

Lin Qingyang was stunned, "......"

Dashan looked ugly.

It's planted, it's really planted this time!

Although his wrist was pierced by two bullets, the blood was flowing and the pain was bone-chilling, but after all, Dashan was born in a Lian family, took a breath, and actually suppressed the pain alive, gritted his teeth, and the sand eagle in his hand aimed at the short knife again.

The weight of the sand eagle is 4 catties.

The recoil is strong.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these two points that Dashan will choose this gun as his weapon, because not every man who plays with a gun has the courage to raise the sand eagle, but just about to pull the trigger, there is a bang twice, and the short knife is two more point shots.

Time is still in your hands.

This time it hit me in the shoulder.

In the two small holes on the right shoulder of the mountain, blood gushed out.

Even the iron man couldn't bear it anymore, and with a shake of the mountain's palm, the sand eagle smashed to the ground, making a dull loud noise.

"You won."

Looking at Lin Qingyang with flickering eyes, the corners of Dashan's mouth twitched, and suddenly with a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"There's still a remnant."

Lin Qingyang pointed to the third floor and listened to the voice, there were still many bandits struggling to come down, but these people were shrouded in a miasma, the direction was unknown, and they couldn't distinguish things, even if they took the dog-luck, they couldn't get to the second floor!

"They're no match for the two of you." Dashan's body shook a few times, his eyes turned to the short knife, and he said dejectedly, "Dare to ask the daimyo?" ”

"Short knives."

"King Yue's short knife?" The corners of the monk's mouth twitched suddenly, and then he smiled bitterly, "No wonder, I actually competed with King Yue's short knife for shooting, and I was really impatient, hehe, I was really looking for death......

Dashan smiled miserably, and after saying this, he suddenly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, paused, a blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his face gradually collapsed and became lifeless.

The mountain committed suicide.

"A beautiful woman, why be a thief!"

"Don't be a thief when you become a soldier in your next life."

Lin Qingyang's short knife nodded at the corpse of Dashan, although this guy in front of him is not a good person, but he is a master, they still admire this kind of person, but admiration is admiration, and welfare is still needed.

The dagger pointed at the sand eagle on the ground.

Lin Qingyang pretended to be stupid, "What are you doing?" ”

Short knife, "Gun, it's mine." ”

Lin Qingyang looked embarrassed, "This is not good, I happen to like this big guy too." ”

The short knife is very unsophisticated, ", this is a sand eagle, you don't understand!" ”

The two were talking, but their eyes were looking at the sand eagle pistol, and suddenly two dives, and the two figures flashed, and they had already rushed towards the pistol! Lin Qingyang disturbed the enemy with his left hand, flicked in front of the short knife, provoked the sand eagle on his toes, and buckled it with his right hand.

The short knife was whirring.

"What did you just say about King Yue?" Lin Qingyang asked shyly while looking at the gun.

"Can't tell." The short knife lingers.

"Why can you tell that Dashan will shoot at the end?" Lin Qingyang asked, if he hadn't seen through the other party earlier, the short knife would definitely not have been so prepared to pull out the gun, thinking of this, Lin Qingyang couldn't help but admire, this guy's eyesight really didn't say, the mountain was so well disguised, he actually saw through it!

"It's not for seeing."

"Huh?"

"What are you looking at, do you still need to look at it?" Shortknife said with a mysterious expression, "I smell it, because I smell the Desert Eagle!" ”

Lin Qingyang pouted.

Assume you didn't hear it.

Pretend-forced.

Pretend-force it, and you'll be there.

The two turned to the stairs and strode towards the third floor.

Backbite.

In my mind, the system's prompt sound sounds: the effect time of the miasma is over, and the effect period is ......

Bang la blah.

The sound has not stopped, and the footsteps downstairs and upstairs are loud, and a group of bandits have already rushed over.

Your uncle.

It's not over yet, is it?

Swish.

Lin Qingyang shook his hand and threw out a cloud of miasma on the first floor. You have to spend when you should spend it, and you are not afraid of wasting more points!

After this series of events, Lin Qingyang's popularity has risen again and again, and the total points have reached a terrifying 8,000! A miasma consumes 300 points, in Lin Qingyang's opinion, it is a drop in the bucket!

The group of guys downstairs hadn't run halfway through it, and the miasma took effect, and everyone retreated in an uproar, to be exact, they fell back in a hurry. As for the third floor, there is no need to cheat, Lin Qingyang's short knife is rushing up step by step.