The first leader of the book appears, thanking Blade Leisan for his generous reward.

Thank you for your generosity ...... ^_^ the Phoenix and Rong Ronghao

On the mountain road, the sound of gunfire and explosions continued.

The commander observed the battle situation ahead with a telescope, but there was no trace of relief on his face.

Thousands of people attacking two people should have been an easy way to tell the winner. But the battle situation has been stalemate, even if the other side is constantly retreating, but it is still stubbornly resisting. The most important thing is that this section of the mountain road is very narrow and the terrain is a bit dangerous. Your own troops simply cannot exert their numerical superiority, so they can only rely on crowd tactics to move forward.

From the place where the two sides began to exchange fire, there is a passage about two kilometers long and less than five people wide.

The Malinko soldiers did not move forward, and they all paid the price in blood.

In just two kilometers of passage, the casualties of the Marinko people have exceeded two hundred, which also makes the commander very distressed.

"Your Excellency the Priest ......"

He couldn't help but whisper, and looked cautiously at Zuenula.

Zuenullah, on the other hand, stood silently, holding an eagle's cane, squinting his eyes, as if penetrating the night sky, observing the form ahead.

"Your Excellency, Commander, please don't be in a hurry.

I'm waiting for the other party's shaman to show up before I can make a move. There were only two people on the other side, and they had been fighting with firearms, indicating that the shaman was hiding nearby. If I make a move now, it's easy to show a flaw. Don't forget, that was a shaman who could draw the serpent's wrath into his wrath. At this time, whoever strikes first will be in a passive state. ”

The commander coughed lightly, and there was nothing to say about Zuenullah's explanation.

At this moment, a string moonlight wheel suddenly appeared on the mountain road.

Zuenula suddenly opened his eyes and scolded angrily: "Bastard, you dare to play tricks on me." ”

The commander was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly raised his binoculars to look. On the mountain road, a figure wearing a camouflage military uniform rampaged through the crowd. He held a bayonet in one hand and a scimitar in the other, and his two knives flew and danced, killing corpses all over the ground.

He hurriedly looked at Zuenullah, and saw Zuenullah holding a cane, and suddenly rose to his feet.

"The degree of the leopard!"

Zuenura's body suddenly crawled in the air, like a cheetah, and rushed out, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It's amazing!

The commander couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration and hurriedly observed with a telescope.

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Yang Mu held the String Moon Scimitar in one hand and the dagger in the other, moving and flashing on the narrow mountain road.

Like a ghost, the Malinko guns simply couldn't catch him. Each time it appears, the twin knives take a life. Those heavily armed Marinko soldiers were like lambs who had given up resistance in front of Yang Mu, allowing him to reap his life fiercely.

From the moment Yang Mu attacked, in just ten minutes, sixty or seventy soldiers fell under his double swords.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat was far more terrifying to the Marinko than the previous firearm attacks.

Because they really felt the evil qi contained in those two knives. And the heads are crowded, and the guns seem to have lost their original advantage. So much so that they could only make useless resistance and let Yang Mu harvest their lives.

In the air, there was a thick smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Yang Mu slashed into the neck of a Malinko soldier with a bayonet, and with a turn of his body, the scimitar cut an arc of light, cutting off the arm of another Malinko soldier. On the body of the knife, there is a looming red light swimming. When the scimitar severed the soldier's arm, a flash of red followed the severed arm and sank into the soldier's body. The soldier screamed and fell to the ground with his severed arm in his hand. It was only the moment he fell to the ground, his body was shriveled with a degree that could be seen with the naked eye...... The soldier's eyes showed fear, but he was powerless to stop his body from drying up.

Disheveled!

He fell to the ground, reduced to a lifeless, dry corpse.

"The power of the bear!"

At the moment when the soldier fell to the ground, a strange roar was heard at the entrance of the passage.

An evil force condensed in an instant, quickly approaching Yang Mu. Yang Mu was keenly aware of the danger coming, so he turned around on the spot, and the scimitar drew an arc of light to force the others away, and threw the bayonet in his hand with the momentum.

The bayonet turned into a streamer and roared out.

In the darkness of the night, a huge phantom could be faintly seen rushing towards him.

The bayonet flew out, and the phantom raised his hand and slapped it on the bayonet, and the bayonet made of carbon steel instantly turned into iron filings and flew up.

At the same time, Yang Mu turned around and ran.

Zuenula has appeared!

He didn't want to juggle the attacks of the Marinko when Zuenula appeared. The most important thing is that, judging from the aura of the phantom, the strength of this Zuenula is not weak, and I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with.

Therefore, Yang Mu decided to evacuate the battlefield.

His degree was so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Damn aliens, why don't you dare to fight me in a dignified manner."

Zuenula roared angrily, the phantom vanished, and her body turned into a streamer of light in the air, "Where do I think you can escape?" The degree of the leopard, the eyes of the eagle ......"

The eagle's crutch floated in the air, and the eagle was shrouded in a hazy golden light.

The crutches followed Zuenullah's pursuit, breaking through the air, like a giant eagle soaring in the night sky.

The Malinko soldiers were stupid, and one by one they knelt on the mountain road, and kept kowtowing to the golden light in the distance. They may have converted to other sects, but how could the Marinko not be afraid in the face of this near-miracle?

Yang Mu and Zu Enula disappeared into the depths of the vast mountains one after the other, and soon disappeared.

The commander hurried over and shouted, "Get up all for me and continue the pursuit...... Little Moses must not be let go. ”

It was only at the fork in the road that the commander chose the way up the mountain.

Because he used the binoculars to see that Miyuki Harukawa left from this road.

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Yang Mu relied on his familiarity with Nimba Mountain to run in the dense forest.

However, the sense of crisis, which is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, has not subsided, but has become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

"This Zuenula has a little bit of a way!"

Yang Mu muttered in his heart, because if he were an ordinary person, with his degree and his familiarity with Ningba Mountain, he would have thrown off the other party a long time ago. But this Zuenula followed closely, and was very fast, and was about to catch up with him.

By this time, the sky was already dark, and dawn was coming.

A blazing sun is slowly rising in the sky......

In the sky, there was an eagle's chirp.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Yang Mu's face, and he suddenly stopped, panting and slowly turning around.

Next to him, is a small waterfall.

After many days of heavy rain, the waterfall has enough water, and there is a deafening sound, and the water vapor fills the air.

Yang Mu half-squatted on a huge rock, and beside him, there was a huge waterhole.

Moisture shrouded him, and he held the crescent moon scimitar in his hand, and a pair of beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit and looked into the distance. In less than three minutes, a figure appeared in Yang Mu's sight. The man was like a running cheetah, and in the blink of an eye he came near, and when he was less than twenty paces from the rock, he suddenly stopped.

In my ears, there was a leopard's roar.

Immediately after, the man straightened up, and a series of bone joints exploded from Gabba Gaba.

Zuenullah stood up, raised his hand, and saw a golden light descending from heaven and falling into his hand.

It was an eagle-headed walking stick, the eagle part was made of gold, and the walking part seemed to be carved out of ivory.

The cane, about 15o centimeters long, didn't look like normal tusks.

Moreover, the ivory is yellow in color, it should be some years, and there seem to be many strange words carved on it, looming.

Zuenula is about 19o cm tall and looks lean.

A gray head, draped over the shoulders, a dark face, and deep-set eye sockets. A snow-white robe, which did not look messy because of the running just now, looked very clean. He stood in front of the rock, staring directly at Yang Mu, Zhou exuded a strange yin owl aura up and down, if he were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would not even have the courage to speak.

"Zuenullah, High Priest of Malawe."

"Yang Mu, priest of Baban."

A smile appeared on Zuenura's face, but it made people feel eerie and creepy.

"Priest Yang Mu, I appreciate your ability and wisdom very much.

I'm sure you know what I'm here for, as long as you hand over the Bester mask, not only can you leave safely, but you can also get the friendship of Zuenura. I know you're smart, and that mask doesn't do much to you, but it will bring you bad luck. ”

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