120 Night Battles (3)

Gun!

Not one or two, but dozens, the black hole aimed at Lin Qingyang's standing.

Lin Qingyang's pupils tightened.

If you wait for the other party to come over densely, you will really put yourself in a predicament.

Raise your hand.

Boom.

There was a loud bang.

A handful of stones, the size of each little finger, about a hundred or so pieces, were shaken by Lin Qingyang's wrist and flung out in a hurry.

Since the last time he fought with Jiu Ye in the forest behind the unfinished building, Lin Qingyang has fallen in love with these unsightly secret weapons. The power is huge, you can take local materials at any time, the key is to throw it out, and you don't feel distressed!

Cheap and affordable.

Thinking about those legendary martial arts masters who use gold and silver standards, Lin Qingyang scoffed, a loser, that is definitely a loser, Lin Qingyang is worried about them, a gold and silver shuttle is beaten out, not only can not scare away the opponent, but will also be robbed by others, always remember, low-key, low-key is the most awesome show-off!

"Oops!"

"Holy!"

"My hands!"

"Oops!"

"It hurts me!"

"This kid has evil laws!"

Before they could shoot, everyone's wrists had been hit, and in the face of these dozens of guns, Lin Qingyang used all his strength when he shot, and the sound of cracking wrist bones was endless, and the guns fell to the ground, and the sound was loud, like a thin snake swimming, it was endless!

――

But it doesn't come closely.

Gunfire in the back resumed.

didn't have time to dodge, Lin Qingyang stepped on the pace of the Nine Palaces Gossip, his body shook illusoryly, a few bullets, wiped his clothes, and flew over, stabbing his skin painfully, and before he could turn around, Lin Qingyang backhanded, and another cluster of stones was raised out, behind him, with a few bangs, several guys fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Can't play with these guys!"

Looking upstairs and downstairs, groups of killers rushing in, Lin Qingyang's heart sank, he punched the master to death, there are only too many heroes to fight, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will really be planted in the hands of this group of drug lords, thinking like this, Lin Qingyang's brain concentrated, swept it suddenly, and instantly focused his consciousness on the mall in the system's poison store.

Miasma Mall.

Click.

Purchase, several copies.

Deal.

With a soft sound, two clouds of myasma reached Lin Qingyang's hands, and were thrown out by his hands up and down, and the miasma flickered a few times, expanding into a lump the size of a room, and the blue light cloud covered the third and first floors tightly. The cyan halo distorts the lines, and when you look at it, you seem to be able to fall into it......

Miasma, acting on people's optic nerves!

Backbite.

The system reminds that the miasma takes effect......

Bang, knock, click.

It seems to have taken effect, through the cyan clouds, Lin Qingyang can clearly see that the bandits inside have begun to fight in the nest, you punch me, I kick you, you use a knife against me, I draw a gun against you, you scold my grandma, I cǎo-your grandma......

"Holy!"

But then, the corners of Lin Qingyang's mouth twitched.

Anyway, I'm still a little bit lucky.

Among the bandits on the first floor, there was a Nanyang guy and a black man who fought, the more the two fought, the more angry they became, the black man was far stronger than the Nanyang, and kicked the other party out of four or five meters, and the Nanyang guy who was kicked out was angry, pulled out the ********** in his waist, pulled it away, and threw it at the black man.

.

Blacks were stupefied.

The people next to him also quickly dodged.

You're fucking stupid.

How can a grenade be thrown casually.

However, because of the miasma, Nanyang was stunned and had no head. The grenade and the black man were separated by two or three meters, and with a snort, they flew out to the side, and they hit it by mistake, looking in that direction, it was actually coming towards Lin Qingyang.

Mom-egg!

It's hard to prevent.

This thing can't be hard-connected, otherwise it will be troublesome if it explodes, seeing that this grenade is about to hit his body, at the critical moment, Lin Qingyang's palm suddenly poked out, a soft and tenacious force, suddenly wrapped in the grenade, not focused, this earthen thing, was bound in Lin Qingyang's hand, dripping and spinning, it didn't explode.

Lin Qingyang threw it out with a flick of his hand.

The second floor is different from the first floor, it is composed of many houses, the grenade fell to the ground, and the explosion exploded, blowing up half of the wall of one of the rooms, and when the sand and dust dissipated, a qiē in the room appeared, Jiang Hai breathed heavily and held the gun, his eyes swept around, and finally stared at Lin Qingyang.

Behind the collapsed walls, two Nanyang bodyguards lay motionless on the ground, blood spilling all over the ground.

"Do you know me?"

Lin Qingyang smiled, walked towards Jiang Hai, held a stone in his hand - popped out, slammed the gun in the opponent's hand away, and in mid-air, the pistol slammed, unable to withstand the force, and shattered to the ground. As early as just now, Lin Qingyang heard the sound of the loading of the bullets in this room and the whispers of the three people, judging by the voice, it seemed that it was Jiang Hai, who had a relationship with the Tianyuan Group, no, as expected.

"Lin Qingyang!"

Jiang Hai clenched his teeth, his eyes were full of hatred, and although his wrist bones were broken, he tried to endure a snort.

"You've sinned against me."

Lin Qingyang pointed at him.

"How many of you came?"

"Two!"

"Impossible!"

"You don't believe me?"

"Of course I don't believe it!"

Jiang Hai said indignantly. With these people, as well as these weapons, although they are not international giants, they can be regarded as the forces of the megatron side, even if the famous Chinese ** side comes out, I am afraid that it will take some effort, but in this C city, where did the military come from, can it be said that it is the police? Isn't this kid in front of him at odds with the police?!

Front hallway.

There was a sudden loud noise, a wall broke a big hole, the sand and stones fell down, and the dust suddenly filled the entire second floor, and the two figures jumped quickly, as fast as lightning, and jumped out of the hole at the same time.

Monk of the Great Mountain.

Dagger.

The two fought very hard.

One person is strong, big hands and feet, Shaolin King Kong's palm power brings gusts of wind, one person is tall, rough and strong, the military body fist is played to the substance, which part of the body is a sharp weapon for killing people. Not to mention, letting these two guys fight together is really impressive, and the more Lin Qingyang thinks about it, the more he feels that he is smart.

Fight to the death.

Monk Dashan is extraordinary, and he is the recipe for restoring the short knife to its peak.

"Well, I've picked a good opponent for you." Lin Qingyang said.

"Make do!"

As he spoke, the short knife blasted out with another punch, punching to the flesh. Instead, the three-edged army thorn was pinned to his waist.

Bang.

Fists and palms intersect.

The surrounding walls were not very solid, but when they were stirred by the strong wind, the walls beeped and cracked like dry wood. The two of them were agitated by this force, and they retreated a few steps in a row, and then hugged each other again.

"Roar~~~"

"Wow~~~"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Lin Qingyang watched it very devotedly.

The last time he fought with the monk Dashan, it was still in Xia Lixing's office, he knew the monk's skills, he was fierce and strong, and Shaolin's hard kung fu was made by him, but this will be a fight between the two, Lin Qingyang's curiosity in his heart is even stronger, the monk is very hard, but the short knife is harder, far beyond the level of the first two fights!

When it is strong, it is strong.

Especially in life-and-death struggles.

The momentum of the short knife is significantly twice as strong as that of the mountain monk.

Is this a soldier? Who the hell taught this guy?!

The more Dashan fights, the more shocked he becomes, the bearded guy in front of him, punches and kicks, it's too tough!

And with a sweep of his eyes, Dashan had already seen Lin Qingyang on the side, smiling evilly at the corner of his mouth.

This kid is here too?

I can't beat it.

The mountain monk retreated, saving his life first.

However, Jiang Hai fought earlier than him, watching Lin Qingyang focus on the two of them, not caring about him at all, Jiang Hai was overjoyed, and felt that the opportunity had come, so he fled downstairs lightly, but he didn't expect a snort, a stone chased after him, and with a bang, hit him on the back of the head, Jiang Hai's body shook, and he was planted head-on, with a hole running through the back of his head, and blood gushed out one by one.

He's dead!