Positional warfare is always the most cruel, and one person's positional warfare is even more tragic than others.

The two corpses that were used as bunkers had been shattered alive, Long Xiaoqi was also dying, and even a piece of flesh on the left side of his neck had been cut off by shrapnel. He stood alone, silently waiting.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

On the ridge, a pomp of bloody dirt flew up, and a gap appeared in the position, which could no longer be held.

In the distance, David stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Long Xiaoqi who was dying and struggling. There was a deep regret in his eyes, because he couldn't bring this kind of person under his banner.

Terror? No, not horror, but shocking.

There were only fourteen people in the entire baptismal team, but now eight of them were lying down. That is to say, in the case of Long Xiaoqi's serious injury, in the case of absolute disadvantage, he killed the entire eight members of the baptism team by himself.

What if he wasn't hurt, if he was in peak form? David is sure that that Long Xiaoqi must have the strength to fight with him, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

A member of the baptism team rushed over with tactical steps to make the final harvest of Long Xiaoqi, who was dying. They have already seen that Long Xiaoqi has reached the limit, and now he can only be killed, and there is no room for resistance.

At this time, Long Xiaoqi half-closed his eyes, and his right hand clutched a belt. This belt is outside the ridge to make a ring of prey. He waited for his prey to step in, even if his eyes were hard to open because of the sticky blood, but the feeling in his hands could not be wrong.

This member of the baptism team stepped into the hunting circle unsuspectingly, not carelessly, but did not see it at all. Because the hunting circle set up by Long Xiaoqi was not camouflaged at all, it could form the most perfect camouflage in the soil and minced flesh that fell again.

Feeling that the prey had entered the trap, Long Xiaoqi pulled his belt fiercely.

"Whew!"

The team members lay on their backs and fell to the ground, and the whole person was dragged over under the power of Long Xiaoqi's dying counterattack.

His reaction was quick, and he quickly drew his saber.

But Long Xiaoqi's speed was faster, even if he was dying, he could immediately poke at the prey with his instinctive reflection.

"Poof!"

The hand is still very steady, and the knife is still very accurate.

The knife stabbed the baptist in the abdomen, then spun and sliced upwards.

"Whew!"

Like dissecting a pig's belly, the baptismists were disemboweled, watching their internal organs flow out with a bang.

"Ah!!h

"Poof!"

Another stab, and the screams came to an abrupt end.

This knife stabbed the opponent's throat, still turning the blade and cutting horizontally, so that the team member could not die again.

Nine, Long Xiaoqi has already killed nine.

"If you join forces with me, there really is no one in this world who can stand in our way...... Alas......"

David felt like he wanted to cry, because Long Xiaoqi's fighting consciousness and fighting strength exceeded his expectations. One person, when seriously injured, almost wiped out the baptism team.

If the ghost soldier encountered by the punishment team before was the demon king, then the baptism team now encounters an angel who can purify everything. That's right, it's an angel, David feels that Long Xiaoqi is an angel who specializes in battle in mythology.

Why not the devil? Because the devil's counterattack is roaring, and Long Xiaoqi's counterattack is silent.

Dog? Long Xiaoqi rarely did not turn into a wild dog; Evil dragons? He didn't turn into a dragon either.

Even if the blood stains were sticking to his eyes now, even if his eyes were always blood-red, his pupils were deep and clear. This is a metamorphosis, Long Xiaoqi has once again experienced a qualitative transformation in this continuous battle.

The calm beast, the calm dragon, is once again moving towards a new maturity.

In the end, the three baptism team members rushed over to give Long Xiaoqi the final fatal blow. They appear to be outflanked, vigilantly approaching.

Seriously, the killers of the Reaper Alliance have never been afraid of anything, and the Baptism Squad has never been afraid of anything. But now they are scared, the opponent is obviously just one person, obviously seriously injured to death, but he can still gnaw most of them to death.

If they are afraid, they have to be cautious, they have to be careful, even if they have seen Long Xiaoqi lying there unable to move, and they can't even lift their guns.

Just when the last three team members were about to raise their guns to shoot, Long Xiaoqi suddenly opened his eyes fiercely, and opened his mouth to let out a shaking roar.

Not the roar of a tiger, not the howl of a wolf, not the roar of a lion, but a peculiar howl that has never been heard before. The voice is not high, but it feels so strong and terrifying.

Subconsciously, the hands of the three team members trembled, and at the moment when they trembled, Long Xiaoqi jumped up.

Light as a feather, agile as lightning, and majestic as the midday sun.

The body spun and stabbed the saber into the head of a team member with an enviable and magnificent turn; Then, Long Xiaoqi's body fell downward, and at the moment of touching the ground, his left hand supported the ground, and he rolled in the air and turned sharply towards the second team member.

"Smack!"

The right foot hooked the neck of the second team member and pulled it hard.

The second team member pulled the trigger without hesitation, his eyes full of horror.

"Khooth!"

Long Xiaoqi stabbed at the barrel of his gun.

"Boom!"

Exploding the chamber, the tip of the knife blocks the bullet from rushing out, causing the chamber to explode.

The bolt disintegrated, and the shattered parts burst into the back, smashing into the second team's face, smashing out one bloody hole after another.

"Poof!"

The saber followed closely, penetrating the flesh from the bridge of the opponent's nose and stabbing diagonally upwards into the brain.

Long Xiaoqi didn't stop, he hit the corpse and rushed towards the last team member fiercely.

"Huh!"

A brilliant dark red knife flashed, and it was not so easy to easily cut the neck of the last team member, but the members of the last baptism team were frightened and stupid, and stood there in a daze and let Long Xiaoqi kill.

He couldn't believe his eyes, and even more so that a man waiting to be slaughtered could burst into such a powerful attack. The howl of an unknown animal made him completely lose his sense of battle.

David looked at the violent Long Xiaoqi in horror, the impeccable offensive posture kept flashing in front of him, and the howl that was obviously not very loud but could make people rise and shake the mountains was constantly ringing in his ears.

Dragon......

No one had ever heard the voice of a dragon, but David felt that the voice made by Long Xiaoqi was the voice of a dragon.

The final outburst, written in blood, is a beauty, the beauty of battle!

Long Xiaoqi half-knelt on the ground and stared at David who came over, watching the other party draw a broad-bladed sword from behind and walk towards him.

There was nothing he could do......