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Wow! ~

The firelight swept by, and it was very eye-catching in the dark night, like a meteor that crossed the night.

Rumble!

The match fell, igniting the gasoline that had been dumped on the ground. The flames rose and set the house on fire and encased his son inside.

With the help of gasoline, the flame burns quickly. The flames climbed up the house in an instant, enveloping it.

In the dark night, the appearance of such a flame is like a guiding light, which can be seen from a distance.

"Is it right there? . . ." Hall Master Lawson also saw the striking flame in the distance, squinted his eyes slightly, and his voice was low and cold.

The flames had just appeared, and they didn't cause much panic. After all, most people are already asleep at this time, and maybe the flames will not wake up when they reach the house. And those who were awake, inside and outside the house, had been slain.

Flames, burning right behind you.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at it, and kept his eyes staring ahead.

"No matter who you are, since you killed my son, I, as a father, can't be regarded as not seeing it." The low, hoarse voice contained a deep sadness and a hint of hidden anger, like a volcano in the making, waiting to erupt.

Click! Click!

The heat of the flames, the scorching wood that made up the house, all clicked.

On the opposite side, a young man dressed in black stopped, looking at the middle-aged man opposite with a pair of backwater-like eyes.

"Everything is a cycle of cause and effect, and since the cause is planted, it is only a matter of time when the corresponding effect will arrive." Sen Leng's voice was also like narrating a thing, without a trace of waves, without the slightest emotion.

His words made the middle-aged man a little puzzled.

"Who are you? I don't think I have offended Your Excellency."

"Do you still remember the bloody case back then, the scene of the bloody washing of the whole village, it seems that you will never forget it."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, he didn't understand what the other party was talking about, what a bloody case, what a study the whole village, he had never heard of.

Seeing that the other party didn't look like a fake, it seemed that this matter was not directly related to him.

"Maybe that happened locally, and not everyone knew about it." Nightshade thought to himself.

"It seems that you didn't participate in that event, but it was your mistake to join the Dark Witch Cult. The destruction of the soldiers brought about by this mistake ... ”

Listening to the murderous aura brought by the other party's voice, the middle-aged man also raised the gun in his hand.

Zheng! ~

Although the gun is broken, when it is wielded, it carries a clear sound, declaring the extraordinaryness of this gun.

"You may have your own reasons for doing this that you can't deny." The middle-aged man held his weapon, stared at each other with a pair of eyes, and said in a hoarse voice. "However, I also have undeniable reasons for this battle."

When the words fell, the middle-aged man's body moved with it.

Step ~ Step ~ Step ~ Step ~ Step ~

Rapid and powerful footsteps sounded, and the middle-aged man rushed forward quickly with small steps.

The distance of more than ten meters is the time of one breath.

When there is still a distance of three meters between the body and the other party.

Swish!

The tip of the spear poked out, like a spirit snake, and straightened up in an instant.

Yikes! ~

The footsteps stopped suddenly, but because of the sudden force, the speed not only did not slow down much, but instead drove a stronger explosive force.

The rusty tip of the spear, like the core of a viper, represents danger and death.

Clang! ~

With a soft sound, the tip of the gun was opened.

Nightshade had no arm in his hand, and it was none other than one of his fingers that opened the tip of the spear.

When the tip of the gun arrived, there was not the slightest panic in his eyes, and it was still as silent as a backwater.

The left hand is extended, leaving the index and middle fingers, and the two fingers are interlaced, and the index finger flicks lightly on the tip of the gun, but with irresistible strength.

This powerful and heavy shot was flicked away by a finger.

"It's really strong!" It's just that the middle-aged man who has always been calm, even if his son dies, even if the enemy is in front of him, he has not been disturbed, and he was surprised for a moment.

However, the surprise was restored in an instant.

The opponent is very strong, this is what he knew from the beginning, after all, he can quietly kill his son who is not much weaker than him, and kill many companions, where is there an ordinary character.

His surprise was only because the other party's strength was beyond his expectations.

His own strength is good, but it is only good, and even the son of the blue is about to surpass him. His strength still relies on this gun, this gun left by his ancestors.

Legend has it that the owner of this gun relied on this gun to fight almost all over the world, but in the end he was defeated by one person.

Legend has it that there is a great power in the gun that can sweep through everything. Unfortunately, he can't use it, this gun is just a sharp weapon in his hand.

A missed shot was already expected by him, and if he was allowed to kill the other party easily, it would be beyond his expectations. After all, it is strange that people who can quietly kill so many people, including their sons, who are not much different from themselves, have no real skills.

The tip of the gun was opened, and the middle-aged man did not withdraw it, but followed this force, along with the body of the gun, including his own body, and also turned in a circle. He made a small spin and slashed at his opponent's neck from the other side at a tricky angle.

This strange and sensitive attack method is really like a poisonous snake.

A circle that instantly goes around the opponent's head from the left side of the opponent and then cuts through the right side of the neck.

What a tricky, vicious move. This kind of tricky attack, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that the outcome would have been decided. Even some good players have to fight in a panic.

However, this fast and flexible attack fell into the eyes of the Night Mortal, but it was like slow motion, and it was easy to deliberately avoid it.

This is not a fair matchup.

Slightly staggered, and the tip of the spear slashed about two centimeters from his neck.

At this speed, in the eyes of the other party, it was like being dazzled, and suddenly there was a ghost.

The tip of the spear slashed, and there was no effort to sigh anything, grabbing the tail of the spear with both hands.

Step ~ Step ~ With a light tap under his feet, his body rotated in place again, using the power of the gun itself to drive himself.

This time, instead of slashing through the side, the spear shot like a snake, spinning, and stabbing straight into the opponent's chest.

This shot was fast and urgent.

Faintly, there seems to be a whirlwind.

In the face of such an attack, the Night Immortal seemed to raise his hand a little slowly. Then, he grabbed the spinning spear head. (To be continued.) )