Eight boulders hovered in front of the wings.

The stones appear very suddenly, they are like foam material that has been pressed to the bottom of the water, and suddenly appears on the surface of the water when it is released. The flying wing convoy was traveling at two hundred yards, and it was too late to avoid it.

Fortunately, the performance of the Ghost King's messenger is excellent, and the driver is an experienced old driver. The wings sank downward, grazing the bottom of the boulder, and the sound of the wing's shell scraping against the rock was hoarse like a pig stabbed in the neck with a knife.

Five wings crashed into the boulder, the stone shattered into pieces, and the wing's cockpit disappeared, sinking deep into the car's body. The most unlucky flying wing was stabbed in the chrysanthemum by the rear flying wing, and the front of the latter flying wing plunged into the tail compartment of the previous flying wing, causing the previous flying wing to disintegrate in the air.

The remaining three wings carried on the good fortune of the lead car, turning upward, left and right, respectively, avoiding the boulder.

Five wings fell downwards at a rapid pace, accompanied by the remains of another wing and its passengers. There were eleven passengers in the disintegrated wings, seven falling like dead birds, and four fluttering hands and feet.

A blue-white arc appeared in the air, like the colored smoke pulled out by the performance plane at the parade. The smoke slid past the four struggling men, and their hands and feet immediately became honest, leaning down or leaning down.

The face of the Ghost King's envoy was whiter than the ghost, and he was stunned for more than ten seconds before he reacted, and shouted in an almost hoarse voice:

"Jiang Xiaoyu!"

The driver wiped his face with his hand, and his palms were soaked with sweat. Before he could exhale the turbidity of the aftermath of the catastrophe, he heard a gunshot, and a white dot appeared directly in front of him, on the front windshield. He hurriedly pressed the lever, and the wings sank down again, less than fifty meters above the ground. He was about to turn sideways to avoid it when two more gunshots rang out, and the white dots on the glass turned to the size of an egg.

The driver's eyes widened, and three shots hit the same point, which only a precision shooting ability can do. He knew that he would not be spared, so he pulled the lever and pressed it, and his other hand quickly clicked on the control light screen a few times. The flying wing enters the automatic forced landing mode.

"My lord, farewell......," the driver's voice did not fall, and before he could finish speaking, his head jerked back, and blood poured from his forehead, over his eyes, through his cheeks, and from his cheeks to his neck.

The Ghost King's envoy silently leaned back in his chair, fastened his three seat belts, and stared at the vertical distance from the ground displayed on the light screen without blinking, ready to eject at any moment.

The smashed rocks did not fall, but rained down on the three wings that were doing evasive maneuvers in the air. One wing was smashed squarely, following in the footsteps of the previous ones; One arced and quickly fled from the battlefield; There is also one, like the lead car, which entered an emergency landing state.

The flying wing convoy is quite compact in the sky, but as soon as it falls to the ground, it scatters. Luo Youcheng's four people were originally scattered in the forest, and as soon as the flying wings landed, they immediately rushed to the nearest target.

Where Jiang Xiaoyu was, two flying wings were dropped, and they were less than two hundred meters away from each other. The wings that landed first were lowering the tail hatch, and because of the deformation of the body, the hatch was opening with great difficulty, crunching and crunching.

The hatch was only a third of the way open, and Jiang Xiaoyu flew in. There were four men pushing hard against the hatch, and two others with crowbars in their hands. Inside the cabin, there were five corpses, all twisted and deformed, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

Jiang Xiaoyu stabbed a sword into the neck of a person holding a crowbar, drew his sword, stabbed at the other, drew his sword, and stabbed again. Because the speed is too fast, it makes people feel that three people are hit by the sword at the same time. She didn't check the results, and as she pierced the throats of the other three with her sword, a strong wind hit on the right, and the man who was supposed to be on the ground came at her with a crowbar in hand.

Jiang Xiaoyu flashed, and the person stood in the center of the cabin. Her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and the six people she stabbed were all alive and well, and only some white mucus oozed from her throat. It's a lure! The people on this winged are all dead, and all those who survived were the Lun.

The vitality of the Lu is far more tenacious than that of humans, and the Achilles' heel of different Lu is also different. The easiest way is to cut off their heads like a knife.

Jiang Xiaoyu's sword is a thin sword, which is suitable for stabbing and not for chopping. Her eyes quickly swept around, and there were weapons on each corpse, but none of them met Jiang Xiaoyu's wishes. There are axes, hammers, and chainsaws, and where they come to fight, it's like a group to do carpentry. On the opposite side, there was a Lu who carried a sword that was neither wide nor thin, which could be stabbed and chopped, which suited her appetite very much.

Jiang Xiaoyu came behind this Lu like a ghost, and a sword pierced through the back of his head and stabbed out of his mouth. She once used this method to kill the "dead branches" and save the knife shop. But this time it ran into trouble. With a gaba sound, this Lu closed his teeth and backhanded a sword. That arm could twist and bend at will, seemingly soft, but the sword that stabbed out was fast and ruthless. Jiang Xiaoyu's sword was locked by Lu's teeth, and she didn't pull it out, so she could only jump away.

This one is hard to fight. For a long time, Jiang Xiaoyu relied on her speed and body skills to stab a fatal blow with the thin sword in her hand, but now that the weapon is gone, she feels that she will not fight.

A sword stuck in his mouth rushed up like a madman, and his rubber-soft hand swung his long sword and stabbed at Jiang Xiaoyu.

This Lu must have been a practitioner before his death, a sword danced in a relaxed manner, splitting, picking, and stabbing quite methodically, and the soft arm of value gave it a strange angle, which made people unguardable.

The one on the left still uses a crowbar as a weapon; a nunchuck; two military thorns; The last one lost his crowbar and drew his bow and arrows.

Jiang Xiaoyu flashed left and right in the siege of Lu, her body suddenly turned to the side, reached out and grabbed an arrow, her figure flashed, came to the front of the bow and arrow, and stabbed the arrow into Lu's mouth. Lu was in pain and reached out to pull out the arrow. Jiang Xiaoyu took the opportunity to snatch his big bow and twisted it around his neck, and the bowstring wrapped around his neck. She flapped her wings and lifted the lure up and hung it on a hook at the top of the wing.

After landing on the ground, Jiang Xiaoyu picked up the crowbar, his figure was like electricity, and he swung a stick with all his strength behind the sword and smashed it on the right neck of the sword. The sword shark's neck was broken, his head was lying on his shoulder, and there was a thin sword stuck in the back of his head, which was very weird. Jiang Xiaoyu took the long sword in his hand before he fell to the ground.

The long sword is in hand, and I have it in the world. There was no suspense in the next fight, and one by one the bodies were separated.

In Luo Youcheng's vicinity, three flying wings fell within a mile. When one of them fell, it was as quiet as a dead dog, except for the crackling sound of electric sparks. The tail hatch of a car was badly deformed, and the surviving people inside couldn't get out for a while.

Luo Youcheng flew to the tail of the third flying wing and stood there quietly, waiting for the tail hatch to open. He struggled for a while with the issue of pretending to be and stealth sneak attack, but in the end emotion prevailed over reason. He activated the memory helmet and protected his head.

The aft hatch opened. There were three men and one woman standing at the door, the man was strong and the woman was slender, all wearing black tight armor, very good-looking.

Luo Youcheng waved his hand at them and said, "Everyone has worked hard. ”

The four of them were stunned for a moment, and began to think about who was the person in front of them who covered their faces with half-face armor. The strongest one, who was also the least patient, asked, "Who are you?" ”

Luo Youcheng said: "I am Mr. ”

The strong man asked again, "What the hell is sir?" ”

Luo Youcheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "Mr. is not a ghost, Mr. is a ghost." ”

As he spoke, a wave of his mind had already grabbed the strong man's neck, and he slipped over like a chicken, smashing it to the ground. The strong man was immediately thrown on his back, and the whites of his eyes kept rolling up. By this time, the remaining three had also understood that the other party was an enemy.

It should be justified in saying that smart people die quickly, because there are four fools in this flying wing.

The remaining three fools charged at Luo Youcheng. The female fool with an excellent figure flew up as she ran, and fell down as she flew, and smashed right on the strong man who was still rolling his eyes, and the strong man sprayed a mouthful of blood on the female fool's face. The female fool tried to struggle to get up, but there was so much force in her body that she couldn't move, and she couldn't even wipe her eyes with her hands.

The second fool was fast, he mopped the ground with a long knife, and his momentum was unmatched. But he ran away from his head. There seemed to be an invisible knife on the road, and the fool rushed over it, leaving his head behind. The headless body ran while spurting a fountain of blood, and ran six or seven meters before landing on the ground.

The third fool was not slow, and his neck did not reach the knife edge. He ran on all fours, and in the process of running, he completed his transformation - the black panther. When the black panther was three meters away from Luo Youcheng, he jumped forward, and his posture of pounce was extremely elegant.

Luo You waved his hand as if to repel flies, and the black panther felt that his abdomen was being supported, and his body was raised by two or three meters; The butt was pushed again. He pounced on a tree at a speed he had ever dreamed of, the sharp branches rapidly enlarging in his eyes. Poof, the panther hung on the tree, and the wooden thorns pierced out of his back, stained dark red.

The long knife of the headless fool flew up, flew for a while, and then fell, making a skewer between the strong man and the female fool.

Luo Youcheng clapped his hands and said to himself: "If you use your mind flexibly, it will look much better when you fight." ”

He found a piece of cloth in the winging cabin, wrapped it in his mind, dipped it in blood, and wrote a row of large letters on the outer wall of the wing:

"Noble and lowly colleagues, kill ghosts and males together. - Greetings from Mr. Mizurin. ”

After doing all this, Luo Youcheng shook his head dissatisfiedly and said:

"Calligraphy is not worthy of the name of Mr., you have to practice."

He staggered and flew to the wings three hundred meters away. Due to the serious deformation of the tail of the flying wing, the inside is clanging, and the movement is quite large, and only a gap is opened up an arm's width. High-frequency consciousness waves can't penetrate metal, and Luo Youcheng doesn't know how many "ghosts" there are inside. He saw that the guy inside was smashing the door hard, so he grabbed the door panel with his mind and worked with the guy inside to lower the tail hatch.

To Luo Youcheng's surprise, there was only one monster surviving in this flying wing, more than three meters tall, with very strong hind limbs and short forelimbs, but each with three sharp finger claws. This is typical of Allosaurus, but it lacks a thick tail, a large jaw, and sharp teeth. It's like someone chopped off the tail and neck of a sub-adult Allosaurus and put a zombie head on it.

Luo Youcheng was not interested in playing with such an ugly thing, and cut off the zombie head with an eight-edged dart before the other party took a brisk step to get in touch with him. The smell of fishy blood spread through the woods. The surrounding foliage quickly darkens and blackens.

Luo Youcheng sighed: "The toxicity is not small, and it is so ugly." ”

The soil around the monster's corpse swelled, and soon a hill was piled up and the monster was buried.

On the other battlefield, the knife shop is in a bitter battle.