"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

In the woods on the outskirts of the Holy City, a shootout splits the night.

The gunfire was wanton, the black shadows were intertwined in the bright moonlight, the fire in the grove was in the sky, and the deafening gunfire startled the birds in the woods to flee in all directions.

"Sanshao, you go first, we will break off."

As Bai Yi spoke, he quickly changed to a new magazine, loaded the bullet, and continued to destroy the enemy.

The man, known as Sanshao, dodged a shot, deftly hid behind a tree, and then fought back.

In the darkness, the man's appearance could not be seen clearly, only his eyes with a murderous aura flashed with bloodthirsty coldness, embedded in the faint moonlight on the flickering handsome face.

His marksmanship is ruthless, and the moment the bullet comes out, a figure will fall.

Hearing Bai Yi's words at this moment, Jun Moyan did not respond in time. (Yan, Yan second voice, same language)

Instead, he solved the nearest few enemies, rescued a subordinate by the way, and replied when he was free to change the magazine:

"Concentrate on the battle."

His voice was as cold as the tip of a bullet glowing in the night, as if it could really penetrate people's brains and kill people with murderous effect like bullets, although it was clear but with a deterrent power that no one could resist.

Of course, if he hadn't been disturbed by the injury on his shoulder, the effect would have been enhanced.

His word is a command.

Bai Yi couldn't resist, and he knew that this would be the response to him.

But he still wanted Jun Mo Yan to go first, after all, the other party had the upper hand in numbers, and San Shao was injured again.

To no avail, Bai Yi could only devote himself to the battle and do his best to protect him.

As more and more figures fell, the gunfire decreased, and nearly half of the numbers on both sides were lost.

"Sanshao, I'm out of bullets."

Bai Yi gasped, behind a tree, clutching the empty magazine in his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black object was thrown at him, and the white clothes reached out to catch it steadily.

But it's a dagger.

Along with the dagger came a simple and arbitrary word:

"Fight!"

Before Bai Yi could react, a figure like a hungry wolf hunting at night whistled past him with a gust of wind.

Jun Moyan had already rushed out one step ahead of him.

The white-clothed man carried a knife and rushed forward with several companions who were also out of bullets.

In the dark night, they are like demons possessed, with tacit understanding, blood-stained daggers to ask for human life.

A cold light flashed, the dagger was raised high, and then fell with an unstoppable momentum.

As the figure continued to fall, the blood gushing out was like a rain in the night, staining the pitch-black earth......

After a few minutes, the woods were calm and dusty, and the strong smell of blood filled the nostrils and spread throughout the woods.

It also makes this dark forest feel a little weird.

Coupled with the corpses everywhere, it makes people feel like they are in hell.

"Three less."

Bai Yi quickly put away the knife, didn't even have time to breathe, and hurriedly came to Jun Moyan's side and helped him.

Jun Mo Yan's hand holding the knife slightly supported his injured left shoulder.

His entire left arm was now stained red with blood, and the blood slowly flowed to the palm of his hand, gathered on his fingertips, and finally dripped to the ground, melting into the black soil......

His pale face, pale from injury, was splashed with a few drops of blood, and the whole person was indescribably evil.

Coupled with the murderous aura in his eyes that has not faded, it is like a rakshasa coming out of hell, which is terrifying.

"No problem."

His breath was a little chaotic, and he raised his eyes to look at the corpses on the ground, and the murderous aura in his eyes gradually skyrocketed, and even the air around him was a little colder.