"Fuck you uncle!"

Faced with this guy who didn't like me and didn't do anything, I finally couldn't bear it anymore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was only at this moment that I understood why Qu Fat San heard that Maoshan was in trouble, so he did not hesitate to bring me over, because even if Maoshan has something I don't like in one way or another, but just like you and your girlfriend have a cold war, both sides hurt each other, whatever you want, but others come to her and insult her, then there is no other way to say, you have to do it.

I turned around, and the sword slashed out, slashing this guy's head straight into the air.

Probably because my actions were so sudden, the man didn't even react, and the expression of the flying head was still angry, and his face was hideous, but it was an East Asian race.

Hachigaya Road - Japanese?

The thought crossed my mind, and without hesitation, I picked up the automatic rifle in my hand and pulled the trigger on my companions without hesitation.

Dada, dada......

After all, the efficiency of hot weapons in harvesting life is still much stronger than that of cold weapons, especially at this time, because the focus of the entire scene is on the three facelings, the white-clothed Qin Guizheng and the black-robed fire swordsmen under him, and the group of people in the Maoshan Torture Hall, most of the people in the Holy Light Sun Flame Society are facing away from me.

Many people don't know why a bullet comes in from behind until the end of their lives, and with a bang, they die.

My marksmanship was not accurate, but with the feeling of a cultivator, the first few shuttles were shot in the backs of the people in front of me, and the last few shots fell on the gunners of those artillery groups very purposefully.

The Maoshan Sect came with such a great sacrifice, and what it did was to eliminate this artillery position that appeared in the hinterland of the country somehow.

It's a pity that although they have a fearless spirit, plus the six elders of the torture hall and the elder Liu Xuedao, the other party is not unprepared.

In fact, there are people waiting here for a long time.

And judging from the current battle situation, even Liu Xuedao and the six elders of the torture hall of Maoshan are probably not the opponents of these three faceless sword masters and the white-clothed Qin Guizheng.

In order to capture the Maoshan Sect, the enemy obviously made great efforts, and I don't know how many top powerhouses have been recruited.

Until now, there is only fighting.

The moment I ran out of bullets, Qu Fatsan, who had been hiding in my armament bag, also jumped up, and he finally stretched his muscles and bones after shrinking into a ball, and suddenly jumped, the bones of his body crackled for a while, and then like a stone shot by a trebuchet, he rose up, and finally landed at the farthest artillery position.

I've just shot the gunner in charge of the crew, and it's a mess, with some people crouching on the ground to rescue, some tactically evasive, and some trying to get the crew back up and running.

After Qu Fatsan landed, he toe a little and rotated in place.

A hard object was thrown out of his hand, fan-shaped and fell, shooting into the heads of everyone around him, whether it was the top of the head or the back of the head.

When the time comes for the bayonet to see the red, no one is the Holy Mother of Mercy.

The Buddha also has true anger.

Not killing, anything that embodies the majesty of the Dharma?

Killing people is not the end, when Qu Fatsan left this artillery group, a golden flame suddenly appeared between his fingers, as gorgeous as an epiphany, and fell lightly at the position of the shell box, and then he turned around and appeared at another artillery group.

The two sides are a hundred or dozens of meters apart.

Qu Fat San is the body of a phoenix, and he is a master of playing with fire, and the top one is the true fire of Samadhi.

When we met the mother-in-law Chi Lihua in Myanmar, Qu Fatsan used this flame to purify her old man's family, and at this moment, he also used this method.

Obviously, Qu Fatsan was extremely serious this time, and he was obviously really angry.

Rumble!

A terrifying explosion appeared, followed by endless sound of martyrdom, in the earth-shattering explosion, there were countless fragments flying, rising clouds of smoke and dazzling red and white light, before anyone else could react, the continuous sound of martyrdom in the rest of the place also came out.

Qu Fatsan was like an elusive arsonist, and he directly stabbed the rest of the artillery crew.

From the perspective of doing things, Qu Fatsan's style is the same as mine, that is, simple, rough, and efficient, or I am influenced by Qu Fatsan, so there is absolutely no superfluous action.

When Qu Fatsan destroyed the artillery array, I was not idle.

As the saying goes, no matter how high the kung fu is, a brick will fall down.

Because he had the experience of killing the sword master, he didn't have much psychological pressure on the three faceless sword masters who overwhelmed the Maoshan Torture Hall, but he was worried about the guys with automatic rifles.

I don't think I'm so lucky that I'm 100% able to avoid stray bullets automatically.

If a bullet really hits me, and I don't react in time, no matter how strong my cultivation is, I will probably have to lie down on the ground.

So my target is the armed soldiers who are dressed like me.

These people are not high in cultivation, but the threat is very powerful, if it is against the Maoshan Sect, it is a good hand, but for me, it is like the grain ripening in the autumn in the field of the farmer's uncle.

I kill them as chickens.

After the explosion of the three artillery positions, there were more than 20 more souls under my Zhige sword.

For many masters in the world, a bastard master like me is estimated to look down on me from the bottom of my heart, thinking that I am not as hard as a strong man like Lu Zuo and Wang Ming.

I really don't have any good means but to escape.

One sword slash is a one-handed divine skill, but even if the will of the One Sword God King comes, I still owe some fire, and I can't pose a threat to these people after all.

But for these novices, I should be regarded as a nightmare horror with my elusive and terrifying explosive power.

In the chaotic darkness, it was impossible to figure out the enemy's position, and the sudden sword attack was completely unavoidable, even if he had the ability to avoid it, he could not resist the series of sword attacks that followed......

Explosions, wails, and screams mingled in the darkness, and the glow of the explosion reflected the figure, and the distorted face was filled with fear and powerless pain.

When I slaughtered everyone with guns in the field, I finally ran into a real opponent.

The man took the sword.

The sword is very ordinary, an ordinary long sword, there are still rust stains on the blade, and even so, it still can't hide the opponent's fierce and terrifying swordsmanship.

Bells, bells, bells, bells......

A series of crashing sounds, followed by scattered sparks, I felt the force between the stretching of the opponent's long sword, as grand as the collapse of a mountain, knowing that the person who came to stop me from slaughtering ordinary characters should be a sword master.

In a moment's exchange, the two sides felt the strength and resilience of their opponents, and subconsciously jumped behind them before they were sure of victory.

As soon as I stood firm, the faceling spoke: "Today, there are very few people who can have such means, report their names, I see that the subordinates of the Duanjing Heavenly Sword Master will never kill the nameless people......"

Really?

I sneered, but instead of signing up, I raised the long sword in my hand and lunged forward.

The two sides fought again, probably because of my rudeness, the other party's methods became more and more tough, and the long sword in my hand was like a miracle, always able to appear in my weakest defense, so that I was limited everywhere, and there was no way to use it well.

Strong!

Worthy of the character called "Sword Master", the sword skills of these people are like a divine gift, and there is a sense of frustration that makes life loveless.

But at this time, I also stimulated a certain will in my heart.

A sword god king.

In the world, everything in the world is nothing more than a slash.

Bells, bells, bells......

Another slash, each side fighting for its own means, my hand holding the sword was numb, as if suffering from Parkinson's, trembling.

If it is strong, strong or strong, there is no doubt about this, I took a deep breath of hot air full of blood and scorching smell, thinking about how to fight this person, but I didn't expect that two puppets composed of dirt and stones suddenly popped up next to me, stopped in front of the guy, and smashed down with a big fist.

This is Qu Fatsan's means.

What did he want to do?

I put away my desperate thoughts, and at this time, I heard Qu Fatsan whisper in my ear, "Withdraw first." ”

Yes?

Do you want to escape?

I was in a corner of the battle, I didn't know the development of the overall situation, I only had the enemy in front of me in my eyes, and I didn't have much judgment, so when I heard Qu Fatsan's words, I followed him and retreated in the direction of Maoshan Mountain.

The two of them walked quickly, but this realm is not a place where you can come and go when you want, how can it be so easy to go?

Fortunately, Qu Fatsan was prepared to summon more than a dozen puppets with a height of more than a foot to stop these pursuers and cover us.

We fled in the direction of Maoshan Mountain, walking through the forest, and after walking a few miles, we saw the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had just stormed the artillery group's position, and when someone saw us coming, they immediately turned back to block it, but they were stopped and told that the reason why they were able to escape just now was all our credit.

I walked forward, and finally saw an acquaintance, who shouted, "Feng Qiankun! ”

Yes?

Those people were pondering our identities, and when they heard my voice at this moment, Feng Qiankun, the eldest disciple of the torture hall, looked at me suspiciously, and asked in a low voice, "Lu Yan?" ”

I'm right, it's me.

He said why are you here?

Instead of answering, I asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Feng Qiankun looked defeated, bowed his head and said, "Elder Luo Yang opened the mountain gate, and he betrayed my Maoshan ......"