Chapter 135: A Lost Rifle (3)

"Don't make a sound!"

Lang Haiping, who was annoyed, quickly covered Jia Xiwen's mouth with his hand, glared at Jia Xiwen fiercely, and said in warning.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! …”

Seven or eight smoke bombs, at the moment when Lang Hai was distracted, flew out of nowhere. All of a sudden, the woods were filled with smoke.

"Yanagi Martial Arts is not stupid enough to go home."

Iga Muma, who was lying on the tree, thought with hatred in his heart. At the same time, an octagonal dart in his hand was quickly struck out.

"Be careful!"

Lang Haiping knew too well the ninja's set, and when he heard the sound of breaking the sky, he quickly went from far to near, and shouted loudly in a hurry. The reaction in his hand was not slow at all, and he pulled Jassiwen to roll away on the spot.

"Whew! Laugh at! ……”

Seven or eight octagonal darts were nailed to the ground where the two of them rolled, more than three inches into the ground!

Jassiwen, who came back to his senses, looked at the octagonal darts emitting cold air on the ground, and was stunned for a moment.

"Lost! Old man, you almost killed me just now, can you do it? ”

Jia Xiwen, whose palpitations subsided, finally uttered a foul mouth.

"Lao Jia, I thought you were scared stupid? I also know how to swear, not bad. ”

Lang Haiping dragged Jia Xiwen to sit up, loosened his neckline casually, dispersed the heat, and said with a smile.

"Old man!"

Jia Xiwen patted Lang Haiping's shoulder vigorously, everything was silent.

Lying on the tree, Iga Muzhen didn't hear the screams, and knew that his sneak attack had failed. At this time, he faintly regretted it in his heart. If it weren't for the lack of greed and targeting Lang Haiping and Jia Xiwen, his plan would have succeeded.

Unfortunately, the opportunity has been missed.

You can't outwit it, you can only outwit it.

Iga Mujin took the katana from his body, and before the smoke dissipated, he flew away from the tree in an instant.

Lang Haiping's ears moved, and he took out an M1911 pistol from his arms and installed a silencer.

Seeing this, Jia Xiwen also did the same.

Lang Haiping nodded towards Jia Xiwen and quickly signed up.

The smoke swayed slightly, and Iga's innocent figure jumped by like a ghost.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ……”

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ……”

"Stick your hands and retreat!"

Lang Haiping and Jia Xiwen fired more than ten shots in a row, but they were all blocked by Iga Wuzhen with a katana. When the counterattack failed, Lang Haiping made a quick decision, gave up the blockade, and issued an order to retreat.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! ……”

The squad of more than 20 people running in front suddenly killed a horse gun.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Iga Muzhen, who was chasing after him, unexpectedly, was drilled into several bloody holes by bullets.

The Hidden Palace Ghost Valley, hidden behind, couldn't help but shake his head and sigh secretly when he saw the two apprentices so useless.

"It's a trap!" Seeing Iga Muzhen, who was catching up, he was shot three times, and the eyes of the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley suddenly narrowed into a line.

The two most powerful apprentices missed, which reminded him of the scene when he fought against the rice people in the past.

"Humph! Such a good weapon, in the hands of the Chinese, is really a tyrannical thing. ”

The Hidden Palace Ghost Valley flew and shuttled underground, and strengthened its determination to forcibly snatch it from Lang Haiping's hands!

Seeing that Iga Muzhen was shot, Jia Xiwen's murderous intent suddenly rose, and obsession instantly occupied his reason, and he turned around and shot at Iga Muzhen. But at this moment, Lang Haiping was like a great enemy, dragging Jia Xiwen back in a hurry, "Old Jia, the big head is behind, you don't want to die?!" ”

"Old man, I see that the older you are, the less courageous you are. Where else is there any big head? ”

Jia Xiwen's voice had not yet fallen, and the grenade in Lang Haiping's hand had already opened the insurance.

Following the direction of Lang Haiping's bomb, Jia Xiwen clearly saw the dirt underground, rolling towards them rapidly.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion forced the hidden Tibetan Palace Ghost Valley up. He rose into the air like an arrow shadow, and the katana in his hand slashed down towards Jassiwen with a thunderous momentum.

"Lao Jia, run!"

Lang Haiping, who was dragging the stunned Jia Xiwen, felt a chill in his heart, and ran desperately to the cave.

However, as a ninja, the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley, his cultivation has become superb. But seeing him floating in the air, the afterimage flashed, and he had already come to Jassiwen's back.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Lang Haiping gritted his teeth and sprinkled the gunpowder prepared in his pocket towards the door of the Ghost Valley of the Tibetan Palace.

"Whew! Whew! ……”

The katana in the hand of the Tibetan Palace Ghost Valley slashed through the gunpowder powder and burned instantly.

The amount of gunpowder powder that Lang Haiping sprinkled was very large, and the burning gunpowder powder was even set on fire with the clothes on the body of the Tibetan Palace Guigu.

In mid-air, it was like a burning man's hidden palace ghost valley, and his figure was stunned, and the momentum of slashing turned into rolling to the ground, rolling in embarrassment.

Lang Haiping and Jia Xiwen, who were at the last moment, were almost frightened and collapsed to the ground, as if they were instantly drained of their strength, and fled back to the cave with their consciousness.

Jia Xiwen, who returned to the cave, turned pale, patted his chest, and said with palpitations: "Old man, what kind of ninjutsu does this Oriental old ghost practice, it's too scary." ”

"Lao Jia, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and help with the arrangement, or we'll all have to explain here. ”

Instruct others to leave through the dug passage. Lang Haiping said, his hands trembling, and he connected the traps that had been laid out long ago.

Although Lang Haiping learned about the power of ninjas from his ancestors, after witnessing it with his own eyes, he realized that it was several times more powerful than he imagined.

"That's right! Right! Right! ”

Jia Xiwen nodded a little incoherently and said, and hurriedly came over to help.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ......" Suddenly, several small black shadows burrowed into the cave, and then there was a "swishing ......" sound, and puffs of white smoke suddenly came out. Soon, it filled the entire cave.

"Not good!"

This smoke is poisonous, Lang Haiping heard the sound of "rustling" from the ground, and knew that the ghost valley of the Tibetan Palace was coming from the ground, and his face changed greatly.

It's really hard to guard against the ninja. If it weren't for the impossible, Lang Haiping really didn't want to fight them.

Lang Haiping, whose expression changed, instantly gritted his teeth, quickly took off the rifle on his back, quickly wrapped a few grenades in his hand, and threw it towards the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley. Then he pulled Jasiwen to take the road and ran wildly.

"Bang!" With a bang, the unclothed Hidden Palace Ghost Valley, when he saw the rifle, jumped up from the ground and hugged it tightly. He looked like he had found a treasure, all his attention was on the rifle in his arms, and he almost forgot to chase and kill Lang Haiping and Jia Xiwen.

Soon, the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley discovered an anomaly on the rifle. His laughter came to an abrupt end!

In the microseconds of danger, the ghost valley of the Tibetan Palace loves guns more than his own life. Almost instantly, several grenades were untied.

At this moment, the grenade "Boom! There was an explosion, and the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley, which had just been used by the Escape Technique, was instantly shocked out and crashed into the stone wall of the cave.

"Poof!" With a sound, a blood arrow erupted from the mouth of the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley.

"Haha......"

The Ghost Valley of the Tibetan Palace held his rifle and stroked it like his precious son, falling into a state of dementia, and laughing proudly. He turned around and ran down the hill.

On the other side, Lang Haiping and Jia Xiwen, who had escaped death, came out of another cave and kept looking back, for fear that the Hidden Palace Ghost Valley would catch up.

"Old man, that old oriental ghost is too powerful! It's still not safe here, so let's run a little farther away. ”

Jassiwen gasped, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said in shock.

Lang Haiping, who was a little calm, also nodded in agreement, "Lao Jia, this old oriental ghost is even more powerful than my ancestor said." None of us are his opponents. After all, I lost a rifle, and as soon as I got to a safe place, I immediately sent a telegram to report it to Brother Danghong. ”

More than ten minutes later, a telegram was first transmitted to Yangcheng, and then traveled thousands of miles to the Giant Whale.