The second child died unjustly enough, and he was even more aggrieved!

As a first-order division-level blaster, even if he is not the opponent of the Terminator, he will not be killed in an instant. But the second child didn't expect that Yang Xiaomu would have a second-order master-level puppet, and he also engaged in a sneak attack, so in this way, the second child's death is not too unjust.

The Nine Pattern Dragon and the others were stunned, and a division-level blaster was killed like this?

It's not a dream, is it?

The kid who can be the party...... Wait a minute! What did he mumble?

"It's really distressing, kill a birdman, and 100,000 electronic shells are gone!"

Small.b. You're still distressed, I'm heartbroken. I'll give you 100,000, no! 500,000! Five million, you can get me a division-level master?

The nine-striped dragon was really furious, and let the evil wolf pounce on him.

At this time, Brother Hu's face had a look of struggle, but after only a moment, his face was full of madness, like a mad dog staring at blood-red eyes, and the silver pistol had appeared in his hand.

This is a new generation of JU-1 large-caliber pistols, which are lethal enough to rival sniper rifles on Earth.

Burst!

The speed of the bullet was so fast, and the distance was so close, Brother Tiger suddenly shot again. An eighth-order martial artist beside him didn't have a chance to react at all, and his temple was pierced. Until he died, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he really couldn't figure out that the tiger brother, who had always been a grandson in front of him, would shoot at him like crazy.

But such a profound question can only be left to be thought about in the next life.

After killing one person, Brother Hu didn't think about it, he raised his hand and fired again, this time aiming at the only ninth-order martial apprentice.

I have to say that the cultivation of the ninth-order martial apprentice, the reaction speed is definitely fast enough, and he is still guarded, even at such a close distance, the other party can still dodge, although his right arm was almost shattered, but after all, he dodged the fatal blow.

The other two finally reacted, they were all eighth-order martial disciples' cultivators, and they added their fists and feet together, and beckoned to Brother Hu.

Just a face, poor Brother Tiger was blown away, not only the bones, but also the internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and he struggled a few times after falling to the ground, but he still didn't get up after all. However, a sinister smile appeared on his face, "Haha...... Lao Tzu earned! ”

And at this time, Yang Xiaomu finally made a move, although he couldn't understand why Brother Tiger suddenly turned back, but now is not the time to think about this, the distance between them must be narrowed, otherwise, when they take out their hot weapons, they will only be beaten.

Although he can be regarded as a master now, he is not strong enough to force a hot weapon.

As soon as his body moved, like a water snake catching a frog, he rushed in front of several martial artists almost in the blink of an eye.

As for the Nine-Pattern Dragon, he didn't have to care about it at all, and naturally there was a terminator to clean it up.

I have to say that the outlaws in Black Rock City are indeed not comparable to Yang Crazy Jiao and his ilk, and they have extremely rich experience in fighting, so they reacted immediately, recruited meat, and shot tricky and ruthless.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaomu has the Consummation Overlord Fist, as well as the Aurora Canglong Transformation who has just started, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

But even so, he has always been at a disadvantage, and even soon suffered a lot of injuries.

After all, he was facing two eighth-order martial artists, and one ninth-order martial artist, although his right arm was injured, his combat power could still be exerted sixty percent.

However, there was no fear in Yang Xiaomu's eyes, but his face was full of crazy excitement.

That's the real grind!

That's the real test!

Again, this is an opportunity to improve!

Overlord Fist is the ultimate in strength, it can be said that in the same level of combat skills, Overlord Fist is the most known for its strength, but correspondingly, speed and agility are shortcomings.

Therefore, when many people practice Overlord Fist, they will choose the corresponding speed combat skills.

And the Aurora Canglong Transformation, although there is no grade and no rank, but the skill points required to upgrade to the entry stage are already the basis of C-level combat skills, and its speed is also extremely fast.

The more he fought, the more familiar Yang Xiaomu became with this set of combat skills.

Several people in the entanglement, but they didn't expect that in the same realm, Yang Xiaomu would be so difficult, looked at each other, changed tactics, only attacked but not defended, and exchanged injuries for injuries.

This is undoubtedly the best tactic!

However, what they didn't expect was that Yang Xiaomu was even more crazy!

Bang bang bang!

Yang Xiaomu seemed to have fallen into a madness, completely ignoring the few punches that hit his body, his right hand like an iron hoop grabbed the enemy's palm, and then slammed it hard.

Click!

He actually broke the wrist of this ninth-order martial apprentice, revealing Sen Ran's bone stubble, but in an instant, blood gushed out wildly, splashing all over his face.

"Ah...... No! Lifting several arteries and connecting his wrists, this ninth-order martial artist suddenly let out an inhuman scream, and the pain that pierced his heart almost made him faint.

"Die!" And at this time, the other two finally seized the opportunity again, and both sides attacked him from behind.

"Kill!" But Yang Xiaomu suddenly roared as if he didn't see it, his bloody face was full of crazy hideousness, and he suddenly rushed in front of the ninth-order martial artist and slapped it.

The right arm has been abandoned, and the left palm is even more 'broken', coupled with the pain of drilling the heart, how can this ninth-order martial artist have any effective resistance, he was slapped firmly, and the head on his neck turned several times before he hung down weakly, and both eyeballs were about to bulge out of their sockets.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

"Ding-dong! System prompt: The host kills the crippled ninth-order martial artist, and the experience points are +100! Outnumbered, bonus XP +100! ”

"Ding-dong! System Prompt: The host is upgraded to a ninth-order martial artist! ”

The pleasant sound of the system sounded again, but Yang Xiaomu didn't have the heart to pay attention, and with a pop, blood foam mixed with internal organs spurted out of his mouth, and there was even more hot pain in his back.

He didn't need to look at it, he also knew that at this moment, his back was already blurred, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, and what was worse was that even his spine was a little cracked.

The spine is the dragon that supports the body, and once damaged, the light person will be paralyzed.

Quickly taking the next grade of primary Yuehua Jade Essence Elixir, Yang Xiaomu turned around coldly!

What kind of gaze is that!

The two people who were about to attack were almost incomprehensible, cold, ruthless, bloody, brutal, and with that strange mask, they were simply crazy demons crawling out of hell!

Without thinking about it, one of them turned and ran, he swore that he had never seen such a terrible look in his life, and he did not want to see it again.

The only one was undoubtedly stronger-willed, and with trembling hands, he hurriedly pulled out his gun, perhaps only this kind of hot weapon could make him feel at ease.

Seeing the other party's movements, Yang Xiaomu's eyes were undoubtedly even more crazy, ignoring his almost exhausted body, like a fierce beast, he rushed out again.

Da!

Gunshots rang out!

The distance between the two is less than a kilometer!

The warhead shot at Yang Xiaomu's forehead with a flash of blue flame!

It's close!

It's closer!

Yang Xiaomu felt that his blood seemed to burn with it, his consciousness was unprecedentedly focused, the roar of the bullet cutting through the air sounded in his ears, and he even smelled the smell of burning sulfur in the air.

However, it was also at this moment that Yang Xiaomu felt that time seemed to be slowed down indefinitely, everything around him was extremely clear, and he could even see the trajectory of the warhead.

Slightly overheaded, the bullet slicing against his temple, and his fist was already in front of the enemy.

The only eighth-order martial artist, all that was left was fear at the moment!