Seeing such a scene, the killing intent in Jun Wuwu's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and the killing intent that soared into the sky rose up, and the longbow of the mechanical arm was instantly full, and an energy light arrow was formed on the longbow of the mechanical arm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jun Wuwu's eyes were extremely cold, and the energy light arrow emitted a brilliant light, like a small sun, blooming in Jun Wuwu's hands.

"Whew!"

The soldier who was abusing the wolf warriors had a string of blood on his head, and red and white things burst out of his head. His body was crooked, and he fell headlong on the snow.

Jun Wuwu was stunned, his energy light arrow had not yet been shot, how could that Nordic soldier be headshot like this, and the place he was aiming at was not the opponent's head.

Jun Wuwu is not a good man and a woman, the arrow he prepared, he didn't think about shooting the soldier at all, his arrow was aimed at the opponent's waist, his plan was very simple, that is, to let the other party taste the pain before death before death. But now this plan is about to fail.

When Jun Wuwu found that someone else was attacking the Nordic soldiers, he looked slightly stunned, and immediately looked in the direction where the bullet was coming from. This may be difficult for others, but it is not difficult for Jun Wuwu.

He instantly caught the direction of the bullet from the direction of the Nordic soldier's head. Following this direction, in just an instant, the direction from which the bullet came was locked, and a figure came into Jun Wuwu's eyes.

"Huh!" Jun Wuwu sighed lightly, put away the longbow of the mechanical arm, jumped off the tree, locked the direction from which the bullet came, and ran away at great speed.

On the snowy field, a figure dressed in white fur ran quickly on the snowfield. He was so fast that he glided like a white shadow across a snowy field.

Behind the white phantom, three snowmobiles appeared, and they were rapidly pursuing.

"Da, da. ......The Nordic soldier on the snowmobile fired, the bullet with a sharp whistling sound, spun at high speed, and shot the white figure running forward.

The white figure seemed to have eyes behind him as he ran at great speed. His figure was erratic, and he took an irregular step, avoiding the bullets that had been fired one by one, but even so, his figure running forward was still extremely fast, and it was not affected in the slightest.

Suddenly, the figure of the white figure running at great speed suddenly jumped forward, and then saw her leaping figure tumbling in the air, and her arm flicked. At the moment when his arm flicked, three bright rays of light, in a zigzag shape, shot at the snowmobile behind him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Three sniper shells, spinning and screaming, like sounding the death knell of death.

"Poof, poof, poof." Almost at the same time, a blood flower suddenly appeared on the chests of the soldiers driving the snowmobiles, and the chests of their snow combat uniforms were instantly dyed red into a poignant flower.

The snowmobile swayed, then rolled, bringing up a cloud of snowflakes and rolling down the hillside. Only three white ravines were left along the way.

The white figure shot three times, and the three snowmobiles lost the ability to pursue.

The white figure tumbled in the air, and it had already landed, and the moment the figure landed, it was another tumbling, and then got up and ran away at great speed again.

He didn't look behind him the whole time, as if he knew the outcome the moment he fired the shot.

The soldiers on the three snowmobiles behind them, except for the soldier who was driving the snowmobile who was shot and killed, the soldiers behind them did not die, and the soldiers had already jumped off the snowmobile when the snowmobile rolled.

The three Nordic soldiers looked angry and looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, their eyes full of monstrous anger and murderous intent.

But they also knew that their speed alone would not be able to catch up with the figure in front of them. Even if they catch up, they are helpless to catch up, and catching up with them is actually no different from looking for death. This has happened more than once or twice.

For them, it doesn't mean much to chase each other or not. Therefore, they could only stare at the high-speed moving figure in front of them with extremely angry eyes, disappearing from view.

Suddenly, the three Nordic soldiers seemed to sense something, and they all turned their heads, half-crouched on the ground, and raised their assault rifles in their hands to aim behind them.

Their reaction was not unpleasant, but what shocked the three of them was that they didn't see anything, as if there was a gust of cold wind blowing through the snowfield, and the three of them only felt a cold throat, and almost fell to the ground at the same time. The throats of the three of them were like fountains, spurting bright red blood.

The eyes of the three were wide open, and to death they could not see who had killed them. It was as if a gust of wind blew coldly, and they were already dead.

"Garbage shouldn't live in this world." An indifferent voice rang out in the empty and icy snowfield. Then a figure flashed and disappeared on the snow like a ghost, and disappeared at the end of the snow field in an instant. Chase the white figure in front of you.

Jun Wuwu's figure was flickering, as if there was no weight, and there was no trace on the snow, as if he was a ghost, floating on the snow.

The three Nordic soldiers were killed by him, and in Jun Wuwu's eyes, these Nordic soldiers who abused the wolf warriors who were also soldiers could no longer be called soldiers, they were a disgrace to soldiers, and they did not deserve to be called soldiers at all. They can only wash away their shame by dying.

Jun Wuwu was like a white phantom, like wind and lightning, moving forward at great speed, and soon approached the white figure in front of him.

The white figure instantly felt the figure chasing after him. The figure running at great speed suddenly took a turn. At the same time a shot was fired.

"Whew!" The bullet tore through the air, and with a cold killing intent, it came straight to Jun's eyebrows.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Jun Wuwu's mouth, and the running figure did not pause at all, but accelerated the speed of moving forward, as if looking for death, and met the bullet with the breath of death.

Suddenly, Jun Wuwu tilted his head, and the bullet almost clinged to his bun, as if it had been rehearsed in advance, accurate, but not fatal.

"Shui Yun, it's really you, what, are you going to kill your captain?" Jun Wuwu suddenly said to the figure in front of him.

The white figure stiffened visibly, standing silently in place. Raising his hand, he slowly took off the hood that covered his head, revealing long black hair and a peerless face like an ice goddess. She is the water rhyme.

At this time, Shui Yun looked at Jun Wuwu steadily, and a faint mist appeared in his beautiful eyes.

"Captain, I'm sorry." (To be continued.) )