"Flutter!" There was a sound of wings flapping, and three birds rose into the sky. Birds are naturally keen, and these three birds must have sensed something, so they spread their wings and flew high, and the speed left the place of right and wrong.

At this time, the northwest wind was blowing, the wind force was two to three levels, blocked by the mountains, and weakened by the trees, as far as Lang Zhan's experience was concerned, he could barely feel that the air was flowing slowly. Very suddenly, the flow of air seemed to stall for a moment, and when it began to flow again, the sound of "boom-boom-" explosions rang out.

Lang Zhan and Jing Ke seemed to have seen each other all the time, and at the same time, Lang Zhan turned around and raised his gun, Jing Ke pulled out his gun, and shook his body, as if he couldn't stand on his feet, and rushed towards each other. The two of them were originally quiet as a virgin, and the other was strolling leisurely, but this sudden force created the effect of Mars hitting the earth.

Both men were using large-caliber pistols, firing at each other from a distance of less than thirty meters, no matter who they were, as long as they could hit each other, even if they could not kill each other at once, they would definitely be able to inflict heavy damage. However, as if they were cooperating in a big show, the two fired more than a dozen shots at each other, but none of them hit each other.

Lang Zhan has the ability to shoot at fixed points, firing more than a dozen shots in a row at a distance of less than thirty meters, but he can't hit the opponent, for him, this is the first time. After he fired the first shot, he actually noticed that something was wrong - the guy on the other side was very real, but after he shot, the other party seemed to be covered with a veil, and his bloody body actually appeared ghosted. With ghosting, it is impossible to shoot at a fixed point. And every shot needs to be re-aimed, and fixed-point shooting is equivalent to waste.

There was a ghost on Jing Ke's body that Lang Zhan saw, but Jing Ke couldn't see Lang Zhan's clear image at all. If you look closely at his eyes, you will see that his eyes are aligned in the middle, as if he was suffering from cross-eyed. This makes him no longer a three-point line, but two three-point and one line. At this time, if Lang Zhan is shaking his body from side to side to avoid bullets, the following scene will appear: Jing Ke only needs to selectively close his left or right eye, and he can immediately re-aim and correctly lock on Lang Zhan. He didn't expect that he would not be able to see Lang Zhan clearly, so he could only gamble on luck and increase the chance of hitting by increasing the density of shots.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits. Maowa is a fisherman. The difference is that he, a fisherman, only targets Lang Zhan, a mussel. The gunshot rang out, and Maowa immediately stopped and began to aim at Lang Zhan. Then, on his forehead, the sweat could no longer be stopped, and it flowed down with a bang. This is not the first time he and Jing Ke have worked together. In the past, it was Jing Ke who was his lookout, but now, Jing Ke threw himself out as bait and bayonet first, unprecedentedly. The tacit understanding has long been cultivated, Jing Ke and Lang Zhan will shoot against each other, which will lock Lang Zhan's range of activity, and if he seizes the opportunity to launch a fatal blow, Lang Zhan will be unlucky. The idea is not pretty, but it is the dividend of the experience he has accumulated over the years of cooperation with Jing Ke. In advance, he knew that Lang Zhan was difficult and not easy to deal with. At the end of the day, he realized that Lang Zhan was not only difficult to deal with, but also a copper pea that could not be smashed or chewed - he frequently changed the rhythm of his breathing and tried a variety of postures, however, he still could not achieve accurate aiming.

At a distance of thirty meters, with the speed of Lang Zhan and Jing Ke, they will collide in two seconds. When Maowa found that there was sweat in her eyes and her eyesight was affected, Lang Zhan and Jing Ke had already collided head-on, each throwing away their pistols, one sacrificing the sword of Damocles, and the other sacrificing a seven-inch-long short sword to fight together.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" A string of metal impacts continued to sound, and in an instant, Lang Zhan didn't know how many swords he had cut out, and Jing Ke didn't know how many times he had blocked. Suddenly, the two figures swapped, and each of them stabbed their weapons backwards and touched each other again. Immediately, they each turned backwards and distanced themselves a little.

"Not bad!" Lang Zhan said, with the vertical sword in front of him, his eyes swept the sword body, and looked at the short sword in Jing Ke's hand.

Jing Ke held the short sword behind his back and held the short sword horizontally in front of his chest. He first looked at the sword of Damocles in Lang Zhan's hand, and then swept the body of the short sword with the afterglow of his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly. The sword of Damocles was still flawless, but there were many bumps on the sides of the blade. It is obvious that in terms of weapon performance, he loses. "The sword name fish intestine, since its birth, has been stained with blood," he said, without waiting for the gunshot, without waiting for Lang Zhan to attack, his left leg took a step forward and took the initiative to attack.

Of course, what Lang Zhan praised was the fish intestine sword in Jing Ke's hand. It was the first time he had seen a weapon that had not broken in a confrontation with the Sword of Damocles.

Another series of "dingding" sounded, and when the two of them separated again, a little blood stain appeared on Lang Zhan's heart, and there were seven or eight more wounds on Jing Ke's body.

"Bang!" At this moment, the gunshots finally rang out. After Maowa narrowed the distance to thirty meters, she finally seized the opportunity and fired a shot.

In Lang Zhan's blood-colored vision, a bullet trajectory immediately appeared, and at the same time, his heart skipped a beat, causing his breathing to stagnate for a short time.

Maowa shot a bullet that emitted yellow light, and after he fired this bullet, the whole person immediately collapsed on the ground, as if he had used too much force.

It takes less than 0.1 seconds for a bullet to travel a distance of 30 meters, so what is 0.1 seconds enough? 0.1 seconds was enough for Lang Zhan to let go of this bullet, but first, his heart skipped a beat, and now, Jing Ke threw out the fish intestines in his hand again - at that moment, Lang Zhan had a creepy feeling for the first time. "Whew!" A wolf howl exploded from his mouth, and he held his sword in both hands, diagonally in front of him.

"Ding! Bite! "The bullet and the fish intestine hit the sword of Damocles almost in equal order, the bullet hit the tip of the sword, and the fish intestine sword hit the middle of the sword.

The bullet hit the tip of the sword, and immediately exploded into a cloud of golden light. When the first "ding" sounded, Jing Ke pounced, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the fish intestines that were shaken away.

The golden light bloomed in front of Lang Zhan, and at that moment, he felt that the blood in front of him was suddenly missing, and then saw Jing Ke's movements, and wanted to retreat, but found that his whole body was fluttering, and he couldn't feel his legs for the first time.

Jing Ke had already rushed in front of him at this time, and the Fish Intestine Sword, driven by his right hand, had been handed to him less than twenty centimeters away from his throat.

"Ding!" There was another sound of metal colliding, and then there was a "poof" fall, but it was Jing Ke's fish intestines that were first opened by the sword of Damocles, and then, Jing Ke was kicked in the abdomen by Lang Zhan and was kicked out.

Jing Ke immediately got up, he was on the ground in his left hand, holding the fish intestine sword in his right hand, looking up at the tip of the sword of Damocles in Lang Zhan's hand, and asked, "What kind of sword is it?" ”

Lang Zhan was also looking at the Sword of Damocles. He can turn the tables in adversity, and it is this sword that he relies on. The golden light exploded, and it had already made him lose his resistance. But just as the fish gut sword was about to pierce his throat, as if playing backwards in slow motion, a golden light suddenly surged towards the tip of the sword of Damocles like a tangible substance. At the same time, Lang Zhan's blood-colored vision returned to normal, and he also regained control of his body. "It's called the Sword of Damocles!" Lang Zhan replied, and then he frowned suddenly and looked up at the sky. In the next moment, he shouted, turned and ran.

Immediately after him, Jing Ke also looked up at the sky, and then shouted in the same way, stood up and turned around and ran towards Maowa.

A few minutes ago, in the southwest direction of Lang Zhan, more than 30,000 meters away, a black fighter plane was flying at high speed. In the cockpit of the plane, on the screen in the center of the bridge, surrounded by greenery, three figures faintly appeared. These three people are Lang Zhan, Jing Ke and Mao Wa. "Why three people? They seemed to be chasing each other—" said a captain officer in front of the screen.

"Check your identity first," said a major beside the captain's officer.

The captain and officer touched the screen for a while, and as he operated, a headshot of Lang Zhan popped up in the upper right corner of the screen, and then, a green crosshair began to cover the three figures, and after a flicker, locked on one of them. What the captain officer was using, apparently, was a facial recognition system. And the last thing the crosshair locked on was Lang Zhan.

"Identity checked!" Said the captain officer.

The major looked over and said, "Then let's get started!" ”

"Yes sir!" The captain officer responded, touched the screen again, and then a login screen for the * launch program appeared on the screen. After the Major Officer and the Captain completed the landing with facial recognition, the Captain Officer set the parameters and pressed the virtual launch button after a red crosshair locked on Lang Zhan.

"Boom!" A mushroom cloud rises in the woods, and by the time the mushroom cloud begins to dissipate, the grove is gone, and only a few stumps remain.

More than three minutes after the explosion, the black fighter flew back again. After the speed of the fighter plane dropped to a certain point, the captain officer began to manipulate the reconnaissance camera on the plane to check the effect of the bombing. A few minutes later, he shouted in surprise: "Found it!" And zoom in.

In the picture, a man is half-crouched on the ground, holding a sword in both hands. In front of this man is a stump that is only half a meter high.

"It's fifty meters from the center of the explosion, are you dead?" The major asked.

"He's been in this position for a while, and he's supposed to be dead."

"Enlarge it again—ah! Bichi! The major screamed suddenly. It turned out that at this moment, the person in the picture raised his head, just in time for his face to fill the entire screen.

This person is none other than Lang Zhan. At this time, he was covered in blood, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were as red as if they would glow. This gave the major the illusion that Lang Zhan was looking at him through the screen, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.