122 Night Battles (5)

Sou.

Sou.

On the third floor, at the corner of the stairs, Lin Qingyang's short knife had just stepped up with his front feet, and on the left and right, a cold Malay sword and a pitch-black military mountain opening knife had already attacked the two of them with a sneering sound.

Bang.

Lin Qingyang flicked his fingers, hit the Malay sword, and there were a few crisp clicks, the Malay sword made of stainless steel couldn't withstand this force, and it was broken into dozens of pieces in an instant, falling to the ground in a slurp, and before these metal fragments landed, Lin Qingyang raised his hand, and a strong wind rolled out, carrying those stainless steel fragments, shooting forward like a locust.

Boom.

Boom.

There were two screams in front of them, followed by two plops, and the two guys fell to the ground with a clatter, each clutching their cheeks, and struggling to roll on the ground, blood gushing out between their fingers.

Sou.

The short knife reacted quickly and pulled out the three-edged military thorn, but unfortunately, the two opponents in front of him had been solved by Lin Qingyang, and the military mountain knife that cut at him moved forward by inertia, and then fell to the ground.

He wants to prove with facts:

Or is it easy to use the triangular army thorn......

As far as the eye can see, the third floor is a mess.

But unlike what Lin Qingyang thought before, here, there are not many bandits stationed, the entire corridor is empty, the lights are all eliminated, eerie, plus the thunder and lightning outside one after another, like a haunted house, which makes people shudder.

Not a single one.

The scene was quiet and scary.

Squeak.

There was a pause.

The door of a room fifteen or sixteen meters away in front of the left side of the corridor was suddenly pushed open, but the next moment, there were a few soft sounds, and four or five grenades suddenly rolled out of the door, dripping and spinning, and it came towards Lin Qingyang's short knife.

Your uncle.

Let you see the wrist strength of the master.

Lin Qingyang's name as a marksman really wasn't blown.

Bang bang.

The grenade was thrown so fast that it didn't even have time to explode before it smashed two fist-sized holes in the door in front of it. The grenade broke into the door, and then, there was a loud bang in the room, the walls shattered to the ground, the entire stone house was shaken violently, and a heat wave rushed in, and the bodies of the three black-clothed people turned out, standing motionless on the ground, the appearance was unbearable, and the upper and lower bodies were incomplete......

"You should be a soldier." The short knife looked at Lin Qingyang, and said with a serious face, he is an occupational disease, and when he mourned the death of the monk of Dashan before, this guy didn't have a head to say this.

"I know." Lin Qingyang replied angrily, looking at this guy, he wants to recruit him, big brother, don't forget your identity, please you are a prisoner, okay.

Shortsword then persuaded, "It's a pity that you don't serve as a soldier!" ”

Lin Qingyang, "Mmmmmmmm ”

The short knife is still awe-inspiring, "Brother Lin, I'm serious, a good man wants to be a soldier, your skills, you can definitely shine in the army, and the future is immeasurable, although you may not be greedy for fame, but it is good to use your skills to contribute to the country." ”

Lin Qingyang pursed his lips, "Big brother, why do I think you're doing sales." ”

The short knife scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled, "Hehe, it's not good, I was persuaded like this to join the army back then." ”

“……”

The head of what this guy said is the Tao, and there is no originality.

"Search it, you search here, I'll search here." Lin Qingyang pointed to the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and with a bang, kicked open the door of a house in front of him, and walked in single-handedly......

Bang, no one.

Click, no one.

……

Bang, no one.

Click, still nobody.

……

Bang, there's still no one.

Click, not even a ghost.

……

Room after room, the entire third floor, kept coming out of the violent movements of Lin Qingyang and the two, after a few actions, the gatehouse on the third floor was not spared, hanging at the door in pieces, squeaking and squeaking, Lin Qingyang finally stopped at the window of a room, through the glass, his eyes looked into the depths of the back mountain.

The short knife strode over, "Everyone is gone." ”

Lin Qingyang's face was expressionless, "Jiang Feng, this guy, saw the opportunity quite quickly. ”

Shortknife glanced at him in confusion, "Do you have a whereabouts?" ”

Lin Qingyang pointed to the back mountain, "They're fleeing there." ”

Shortknife didn't believe it, "What do you say?" ”

The corners of Lin Qingyang's mouth twitched, "Because I can see that in the dense forest of the back mountain, there is a flickering light of swords." ”

"Really?" The short knife leaned over and opened his eyes to take a closer look, it was pitch black behind the glass, not to mention the reflection of the sword in the dense forest, even the general condition of the depths, it was not easy to see, this kid bragged, but if it was really as he said, it would be amazing, the eyesight of the guy in front of him was terrifying!

I must have not studied hard.

It must not be myopia.

If Lin Qingyang knew the idea of the short knife, he would definitely give him a sentence: How far the thought is, you can roll as far as you can!

"Then don't chase it?" Short Knife asked.

"Don't worry, catch up."

Lin Qingyang said confidently, as soon as the words stopped, his body suddenly pounced, kicked in the air, and kicked the glass in front of him to pieces, and on the glass frame that was gone, there was no glass slag, and he shrank down, Lin Qingyang reached out and pressed on the wall, and the person had fallen to the ground quietly.

Smack.

Immediately after, the short knife also fell.

The soles of the two of them exerted force, rubbed the mountain rocks, and there was a very long low and dull sound under their feet, the sound did not stop, the two of them had already shot out, and the distance of more than ten meters flashed by, and they instantly climbed the slope of the back mountain.

In front of the mountain.

The Ninth Master is still waiting there.

The old man's fingers were strong and powerful, holding the blue shining blade on the handle, and the ninth master waited here according to Lin Qingyang's orders. Just now, there were two guys who had gone dog-luck escaped, the ninth master raised his palm, poofed twice, and the flying knife passed through his chest, and before the two of them could react, they were already dying......

Black holes.

Even the faint light in the stone house in front of it was extinguished. However, the sound of bang-bang shooting continued to sound from the stone house, although the battle situation was unknown, but the ninth master was sure of one thing, as long as the gunshots did not stop, Lin Qingyang and the bearded guy would be fine.

In the window of the stone house, there were constantly figures falling, lying motionless on the ground, looking like they should be dead......

But in the next moment, Jiu Ye raised his head and suddenly saw two black dots on the opposite mountain, flying forward.

Practice the knife first and train the eyes.

Jiu Ye felt that his eyes were still very outstanding, at least he could see things at night, and he could see them clearly, but the mountain on the opposite side was too far away, and the two black spots could only be seen faintly, judging from the appearance, it must be Lin Qingyang and the short knife, rubbing his eyes, Jiu Ye was ready to take a closer look, but in the next second, how could there be any trace of the two of them......

Blinded?!

Or maybe these two perverts are too fast?!!!