The Japanese killer is gone! The scrivener stood at the edge of the swamp with a gun, looking around alertly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although the weeds are dense, there is finally visibility, and you can see it within a radius of 20 meters. No one, the Japanese killer is missing.

Milk. Milk. Where's the run? The scrivener did not believe that the opponent could run a particularly far, because the two sides had maintained a distance of more than ten meters, and it was impossible to lose it. Could it be hidden in the grass somewhere? The old generation took a step and shuttled in the grass little by little, the pace was very slow, the opponent was a very dangerous guy, once the other party was left with a chance to counterattack, the consequences were unimaginable.

There was no wind, every grass stood straight, and the silence around was suffocating. Rustling, the scrivener shuttles through the grass, as if it has become the only sound in the world. The old generation frowned, the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, and the Japanese killer seemed to have suddenly evaporated and completely disappeared from sight......

The person of that size was suddenly gone, as if it had suddenly evaporated. The scrivener carries a gun in one hand and a scimitar in the other, and searches while on guard. He didn't believe that his opponent was running so fast, he must be nearby, maybe hiding somewhere. But there really isn't a good cover within sight, and even if there is, it will be the first target to attract attention.

The atmosphere was depressing. The scrivener felt a murderous aura in the air, and the enemy was nearby, and they were eyeing him.

Could it be ...... The scrivener suddenly realized a question, would the Japanese killers hide in the swamp? But it doesn't make sense, even a turtle can't stand it in the mud for so long, so it should come out and catch its breath. Thinking of this, he reached out with one foot and reached into the swamp, which was not so deep that it could not reach even his knees, since it was only the edge.

The scrivener took a few steps in the swamp with his legs open, snap, snap, snap, and his feet made a crisp sound when he stepped into the mire. A cloud of mud burst from beside him, and a mud-stained monster leaped out of the swamp.

Bang, the scrivener didn't hesitate to shoot a shot. At a distance of about a kilometer, it didn't hit, and the bullet flew through a cloud of mud and flew into the distance.

The burst of mud unfurled violently, taking the shape of a human being, and swooping down on the scrivener like a ghost. The distance of one zhang was not far, and the monster did not reach the splashed mud first, and countless mud spots hit the body and face of the scrivener. He instinctively closed his eyes to not let the mud dazzle mesmerize him. In this brief moment, the humanoid monster was already approaching.

The gun in the scrivener's hand rang out again, and boom, the squirting fiery snake flew towards the mud. It was so close that there was no time to dodge, and the humanoid monster was shot, and scarlet blood came out of the mud.

A sneer hung on the corner of the scrivener's mouth, and his heart said that he couldn't run away now! Naturally, he didn't think that the guy in the mud was really a monster, and there was no doubt that he was a Japanese killer. I have to admit that this guy has two hits, and he can hold it in the swamp for so long. The moment the contemporary bookcase stepped into the swamp, the sound reached the ears of the Japanese killer, and although he could not see it, he could judge the approximate location of the bookcase from the sound. That's where the surprise attack happened.

Oh...... A roar. The Japanese killer's right arm was pierced by a bullet, and the roar was both a vent of pain and anger, and he was chased for too long, which was a great shame for the ninja killer, he had killed countless people, how could he ever be so embarrassed! Although the bullet pierced his right arm, this guy didn't care, injuries were commonplace for a killer of this level.

The Japanese killer was full of murderous intentions, pouring all his strength into the narrow knife, and the mud-stained blade slashed at the neck and chest of the scrivener with the wind. The speed was too fast, and the mud on the narrow knife fell off one after another under the action of inertia, and the blade finally revealed its cold and bloodthirsty true face.

The scrivener hurriedly retreated a few steps back and landed at the edge of the swamp, where it would avoid the fatal blow. Almost at the same time, the blade of the Japanese killer followed, this time stabbing from the bottom up, and the narrow knife followed the trajectory of the cut just now.

The scrivener box must not take two steps back again.

The Japanese killer did not give up, and the narrow knife changed from flirting to stabbing, and stabbed directly into the lower abdomen of the bookbox.

The scrivener had to dodge sideways, with a gun in his hand, but no chance to fire. This is the nature of a ninja killer, once you catch a fighter, you will continue to kill your opponent until you kill your opponent. What if there are guns, there is no chance of shooting at all.

Behind him was the grass, dense and towering, and after a few turns, the scrivener was forced into the depths of the grass. It has always been the Japanese killer who attacks and defends. The weeds were trampled on by the two of them, and countless grass stalks were cut off at the waist of the blade. This is the strength of a ninja killer, even if there is an arm injury, the combat power is still explosive.

The more Japanese killers fight, the more confident they are, the Chinese in front of them is really not very strong, is this the top combat effectiveness of Chinese soldiers in individual combat? Militaristic complacency and arrogance boiled in him, and the imperial army would step on the corpses of Chinese soldiers to conquer East Asia and conquer the world.

Whoosh, the blade strikes again. This time the scrivener did not retreat, and the upper body suddenly bent and sank in an incredible position, and the head was almost next to the heel, avoiding the blade that swept horizontally.

The ninja killer stared at it, what kind of move is this? Never seen before, juggling?

At the same time, the head of the scrivener continues to tilt back, and the face is pressed against the heels. The arms are also twisted in an unusual posture, and the muzzle of the black hole hole is aimed at the lower abdomen of the Japanese killer.

Bang, bullets flying, this is the last bullet in the pistol. It flies to the enemy at close range with a hunting mission.

The Japanese killer's narrow knife had just been swept over, and before he had time to recover it, the bullet had already arrived. This time it's really unavoidable. The bullet pierced into the lower abdomen with precision, and the column of blood popped out along the bullet hole.

Yes...... The terrible howl was full of pain and unwillingness. The Japanese killer's eyes were wide and round, and the corners of his eyes were torn. I was defeated, so suddenly and incredible. He was not reconciled! The narrow knife in his hand slashed down fiercely, rushing towards the vital point of the scrivener.

The body of the scrivener twisted again, quickly shrinking into a ball of flesh and rolling from the edge of the blade to the left side of the Japanese killer. Wow, the scimitar stabs out. The left arm of the Japanese killer who was not injured burst into a line of blood.

When, the narrow knife hits the ground. Both arms were injured, and no matter how strong the combat power was, it could not be displayed.

The scrivener leapt from the ground, the scimitar flapping back and forth with the shaking of his wrist. Boom, swish, constantly cutting the flesh of the Japanese killer. The old generation had tried to use a scimitar to cut and roast whole pig meat, but this was the first time to cut human flesh alive. The scimitar flew around the Japanese killer's body, blood splattered, and pieces of flesh fell off. The so-called Ling Chi is nothing more than that.