Long Wen: "I don't want to die here. No. 17: "Okay, it's really annoying to chatter, I'm going to start!" The center of the magic circle under their feet suddenly erupted into a columnar white light, and then the white light quickly spread like a meandering stream of water along the pattern of the magic circle to the surroundings of the warehouse. In an instant, the display cases of the entire warehouse gradually shone brightly.

Custer covered his eyes with his hands: "There's so much 'stock' here. At this time, Long Wen and Hu Che, who were in the center of the warehouse, also closed their eyes at the same time because they couldn't bear the light, but when they closed their eyes, a noisy voice suddenly echoed in their ears, and the sound was like an unusually chaotic sound from the stock trading center, as if anyone was talking alone, and they couldn't hear the content clearly.

Long Wen slowly opened his eyes and looked around, this is still a warehouse, there are rows of display cabinets erected around it, there is still a huge magic array under his feet, but there is no one around, Hu Che is gone, everyone is gone, but there is still a non-stop chaotic voice echoing in his ears, the more he listens, the more irritable he feels: "What the hell is going on?" ”

He was about to go out to find out, but as soon as he took a step, he heard a voice coming from overhead: "Don't go! When the words fell, a shadow suddenly appeared from the sky, Long Wen rolled to dodge, and a cold silver light grazed the tip of his nose: "Damn! ”

He touched his nose to make sure that it was still there, and at this time, after a strong wind on the opposite side, a man in a black kung fu suit held a one-meter-five ring-headed saber in both hands to block in front of Long Wen. He looks about the same age as Long Wen, and is also of Wulong blood, but he is much smaller than Long Wen. The facial features are also more delicate and delicate.

Long Wen glanced at the ring head knife in his hand at this time, one meter five scimitar shape, the blade is as slender as a seedling, the flowing clouds hollow out the silver knife Tan, the handle is a green mackerel skin wrapped with the same color knife rope, and the center of the ring head is engraved with a nebula intertwined pattern. Although the blade of this knife is narrow and long, it flashes with a compelling cold light that makes people dare not look at it directly, and the light of the blade is thrown into Long Wen's pupils, only to see him squint his eyes and sigh: "How can a good murder knife be matched with such a gorgeous knife outfit, it is really 'beautiful to go to the battlefield to make up - to die and die'." ”

I saw this dexterous martial artist shouting: "Less nonsense" said and waved his two-handed knife to stab Long Wen, the length of the knife was already advantageous, plus his speed was extremely fast, the tip of the knife was forced in front of him in a blink of an eye, in the face of danger, Long Wen did not move at all, only heard him seem to be whispering to himself: "The momentum is okay, but..." I saw him suddenly stretch out his hands. In an instant, the tip of the ring-headed knife stopped less than five centimeters away from Long Wen's eyeball. The trembling blade could no longer score half a point.

Large beads of sweat flowed down Long Wen's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and grinned, "It's still much worse than someone." The martial artist wanted to draw the knife, but the blade was like a magnet and was tightly sucked between Long Wen's palms, and the martial artist suddenly let go of his hands at this time, stepped up and punched Long Wen's chest. Long Wen raised his leg and kicked the martial artist in the chest at the same time. The fists and kicks touched, and the two were knocked to the ground by each other's strong force at the same time. At this time, the martial artist instantly turned over and jumped up, and at this time, the sharp tip of the knife was against his throat.

I saw Long Wen wiping the corners of his bleeding mouth with the ring knife in one hand, and a contemptuous smile on his face: "Your speed is fast enough, but it's still much worse than someone." A satisfied smile appeared on the martial master's face at this time: "You know the sword." The 'galaxy' is up to you. ”

In an instant, the surrounding scene distorted. When Long Wen opened his eyes again, he saw that the ring-headed sword in the martial artist's hand was hovering in mid-air, slowly approaching Long Wen's face, and at this time he heard No. 17 speak: "This is a holy weapon that 'belongs' to you." ”

Sefal pushed his glasses and said, "This knife looks a little old." The longer the artifact remains, the greater the strength, I really didn't expect this mercenary to be so powerful. Grant snorted contemptuously: "Whether it's okay or not depends on the actual actual battle." At this time, Simon's eyes turned to the side where Hu Che was standing: "How is the little imp now?" ”

At this time, Hu Che was in the middle of a bitter battle, and his hand holding the 'Silver Eagle' was trembling slightly. He glared at the 'big red cloak' hovering in the air and said, "Hey! You should have taken the opportunity to 'turn out' me. A woman's voice came from inside the cloak: "If you choose to give up now, then I can grant your wish." ”

Hu Che: "Hmph, giving up the task is equivalent to throwing money on the street, and I won't get along with money." Red Cloak: "Alright! Then move on! As he spoke, the cloak suddenly flashed with bullets, and Hu Che stiffened his body to dodge the attack, "It seems that I have been a little lacking in exercise lately." He dodged a bullet that grazed his arm.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a red figure flash from the side like a ghost, "Sneak attack from behind!" Hu Che turned around and aimed the silver eagle at the shadow of the surprise attack behind him, and at the moment when he shot the bullet, the red cloak suddenly jumped into the air, and two tongues of fire were spraying at Hu Che when he was in the air!

Hu Che jumped backwards in a hurry, and two bullets grazed his feet, and at this moment, he felt a cold wind behind him: "It's not good! By the time he reacted, the whole person had already been knocked out, and his body slammed into the wall and then bounced to the ground.

"Ah~~" Hu Che groaned, feeling as if the bones in his body had been shattered, his consciousness fluttered, and everything in front of him was shaking. "Can't you stand up?" The red cloak fell in front of him. Hu Che wanted to speak, but as if his throat was gagged, he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Oh! Then that's all it takes. The red cloak said and raised her hand, only to see in her hand was an eighth-generation Italia M9 family pistol, the body of the pistol was about 240mm long, the barrel of the pistol was engraved with the italic text 'Roland', and the muzzle was painted red.

At this time, the red muzzle was aimed at the head of the fallen Hu Che like the bloody mouth of a fierce beast: "Child, you are very powerful, but 'Roland' does not belong to you. As she spoke, her hand slowly pulled the trigger, "Kala!" The sound of a bullet loading rang out from under Hu Che's body.

At this time, I saw the fallen tiger slowly raise his head and his right hand, his hand was still holding the 'silver eagle', and the shining silver muzzle and the crimson muzzle were against each other. "I haven't said give up yet! I'm just taking a break while I'm reloading. ”

Hu Che said and stood up shakingly, the muzzles of the two guns still maintained a posture of facing each other, at this time, the wolf bèi unbearable Hu Che lowered his head and could not see the expression on his face and was thinking about his thoughts in the red cloak, Hu Che pulled the trigger Yes index finger suddenly moved. (To be continued......)