In Takamagahara, the so-called gods are already gathering strength, and as time goes by, the flames of war begin to burn in some places, so it is natural that firefighters are needed to go into battle.

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Somewhere on the East-Indian border, half dense forest with a bit of wasteland, this half-sparse and half-flourishing scenery is rather peculiar, the sky is dark, but no rain falls, only an unpleasant breath in the air.

"The world is outside, and the clouds are ...... in the eyes"

The inexplicable voice echoed here, the old man's body was half-bent, and he seemed to be weak, but in fact, that body contained an incomparably huge amount of qi and blood. He walked on this dangerous frontier, and few people could understand that he was a peerless powerhouse rarely seen in the world.

The people of the heavens, the so-called one or two out of the world, the world in the east refers to the east soil, in the east Ying refers to the east of the earth, in India refers to India, the so-called world of the world, to see whose sky, whose down.

Therefore, there seems to be not a lot of Hun Tian in the whole world, but most of them are gathered in the East, and because the West does not respect cultivation, only Jerusalem may have practitioners comparable to Hun Tian, but they only cultivate nature and not life, which is the first major disease of cultivation.

The old brahmin has lived for more than a hundred years, he is an extremely terrible guy, as said before, he is a real armillary level master, the arhat of the world, even if it is a bullet, he can be taken empty-handed, the artillery and the like, when it is just erected, has been reflected in his mind as a danger signal, this kind of cultivator's sixth sense is the most keen, many traps are often difficult to work.

His body was moving, he was going to go around the territory of the Dongtu soldiers, those guys couldn't stop him, he had killed two enemies who shot at him last time, and the pleasure really fascinated him.

The other party's fortress was in the dense forests and wastelands, in fact, the hills and mountains here doomed them to not be able to find themselves quickly, and even the most well-trained warriors could not compare to the old Hun Tian who had lived here for a hundred years.

The gap between that is too great.

But I obviously want to do something relaxing, but I am not in a good mood today, which originates from a sense of danger.

It is inconceivable that the old man thinks that in this world, there are few things that can threaten him, after all, on the border between East and India, it is impossible for East Turkey to use that kind of weapons of mass destruction, after all, it has its own commitments there, and India is even more reluctant to provoke a big war, just wants to take advantage of it a little, so this has become a place of ridicule, and the old wreckage is a truly invincible existence in this world.

It is difficult for a bullet to hit him, even if there is a fish that slips through the net, it will be crushed by the five-finger pinching, the hardness of the palm is not the same as the human body, and the strength that various parts of the person can withstand is also different, which is difficult to coordinate and complete.

It's like being able to catch bullets with your hands, but you can't catch them with your eyes, so of course you will be blown up.

"Someone is going to kill me?ah, I've felt this way before, but there are too few people who can do it, and this time the sense of crisis is stronger, is there a lot of energy?"

"Unfortunately, let me spend a little time reciting scriptures for you, you are about to become the ghost of my fist. ”

His position was very remote, and at this time he almost turned into a wind to shuttle between the earth and the dense forest, and the sense of crisis in all directions became heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the old wife suddenly moved to a bush, and then made a brazen attack.

Like a ghost, the bush was torn open, revealing the figure in it, and the old brahmin opened the scoop with one claw, and the sturdy head was directly pinched and shattered, twisted and exploded on the spot, as if it were a watermelon, and it was terrible.

However, he frowned, because this crushed man was not actually a soldier from the East, but a warrior from India.

It seems that the team that conducted reconnaissance two nights ago was caught and thrown here as a target, and just now the other party was asking for help from himself, but because his mouth was blocked, and he didn't eat or drink for a day and a night, his voice was too quiet, and he was mistaken by himself.

The source of this hostility was not here, and the old brahmin felt a little strange, according to reason, he should not have missed, right, or was this soldier malicious to himself in the first place?

Then it's not a call for help, but thinking of yourself as a soldier of the East Soil?

The old brahmin thought to herself, and at the same time, suddenly a gunshot rang out.

The real battlefield, especially modern warfare, is so weird, and the encounters in the dense forest are never babbling, but have begun quietly.

Everyone is in the dark, and the comparison is patience and concentration.

No one spoke, the silence in the dense forest was terrible, and the eyes of the old brahmin drooped slightly, and then, an incredible feeling instantly enveloped the world.

His head looked in a certain direction, and then a pop rang out in the air.

The sand and gravel on the ground flew with the sound of fierce gunfire, dozens of them, and the old Rarumon avoided all bullet tracks for a moment, and with that look of compassion, stood in front of the man he had locked.

A great sense of oppression and fear of death shrouded her, and there was no sadness or joy in the eyes of the old brahman, except that her head hung slightly, with a feeling like looking at a demon.

The thin palm was congested in an instant, becoming extremely full, and the locked person suddenly pulled out his legs and ran, his speed was very fast, and in an instant he dodged the palm of the old man, making this heavenly-level peerless powerhouse can't help but move his eyes slightly.

The wind blew, the speed of the old man was extremely fast, in the dense forest, the soldier with a rifle was running away quickly, and the old man was like his feet not touching the ground, which was really a light skill in martial arts, and his feet were like dragonflies in the water!

Bang——!

There was another gunshot, but it was not directed at it, and the old man did not pay any attention to it, and only the fleeing warrior was left in his eyes.

The warrior turned around and shot from time to time, but this action had no other meaning than to provoke the Cromon, there were three times in total, and the warrior was almost caught by the Cromon, but with a strange "luck", he escaped from under the claws of the Cromon.

The gunfire around him was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that there was an exchange of fire, and the old wife felt that something was wrong, but at this time a wave of anger rose in his heart, that is, the guy in front of him, who had repeatedly provoked him, must be killed here.

He is a peerless figure who has practiced boxing for 120 years, how old is this warrior?

This is a great shame, and he must not be allowed to escape, he must be killed.

He was ten steps away from the fleeing warrior.

"It's fast, but in front of me, it's all useless. ”

His words fell, but at this moment, the gaze suddenly swept in all directions.

A circle of forty-eight men suddenly appeared, all armed with protective gear and rifles.

They had previously closed their breath, and only now did they show their feet.

All of them are masters in the martial arts!

The old wrecka knew about the plan, and at the same time was a little surprised: "Where is this special combat team? All of them are masters of martial arts? Hmm? Forty-eight people, there are four Dan Jin? The rest are all Hua Jin?"

He felt the breath and was even more startled, and turned his head away, and the warrior stopped running.

He raised his rifle at the old brahman.

"It was easier than I thought. ”

That's what he said.