Chapter 0357: Fengyun Meeting (15)
Under the cover of the black murderer and the scarface, the weedy grass chicken head used the highest skill he usually learned to shoot more than thirty shadowless death needles at Zimo, who was surrounded by Ma Cheng and several people.
Weed grass chicken head After watching the flying needles shoot out rapidly, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. Not to mention that Zimo couldn't find the shadowless life-killing needle he shot, even if he could find out, how he could defend at such a short distance.
The more than 30 shadowless life-killing needles shot out by the head of the weedy grass chicken did not shoot out all of them, but scattered, and Ben Bei shot five from the armpit of the tall man, and went straight to Zimo's left chest.
Six stitches were shot from the left shoulder of the burly young man, only to Zimo's head.
From between the body of the burly young man and the tall man, he shot more than ten shadowless life-killing needles, and shot Zimo's abdomen and the place where the egg was.
It is said that shooting him like this is certain death, but the weedy grass chicken head is still not at ease, and shoots at Zimo's left and right ankles to the leg joints respectively, shooting out seven or eight shadowless needles.
In the end, he also used a stunt to shoot six flying needles, three or three separated, and shot in a circle from both sides to Zimo's approximate movement dodge direction.
The hope of the weedy grass chicken head is actually pinned on the last six shadowless life-killing needles, no matter where Zimo dodges, he will be shot by three of these six life-killing needles.
In order to practice this assassination nirvana, I don't know how many years of hard work I have worked on, and I have shot tens of thousands of life-killing needles, and finally shot into this arc nirvana.
Since the arc flying needle was practiced, I don't know how many masters have died under this arc flying needle, not to mention this little soldier.
In the cabin, Fu Qianying suddenly opened her slightly closed eyes and said "Oh!"
Although he didn't open his eyes when he fought alone, he couldn't help but gasp.
The divine senses of the two of them can already check within a kilometer, but for such an assassination, it is also like an adult who sees a giant elephant and rushes to a young child, full of worry.
If the elephant comes on its own, it will be easy to escape, or it is not impossible to kill the elephant.
However, the elephant is running for the toddler, how can the toddler escape!
The two of them who were in a daze, seeing that this weed-haired grass chicken head could actually shoot such a set of flying needles to kill Zimo, they couldn't help but sweat, it's over! Not to mention that Zimo can't dodge, it is Prince Nangong Yan, in the face of such an assassination, it is extremely difficult to dodge without knowing the embankment.
I'm afraid of an assassination that I don't watch out for, especially under such a group, combined with the silent attack of the flying needle, I am defenseless!
"Haha"
Zimo suddenly laughed, and directly took out a big fish of one meter six or seven from the boat behind him.
"Of course I'm going to fish"
The big fish was pulled up by Zimo, and Zimo held his hands in front of him and showed it to everyone.
The big fish swept the deck with a long tail, puffing, and swinging vigorously a few times, almost breaking free from Zimo's clenched hands.
Just when Zimo could barely hold it, the big fish suddenly didn't move, and he died upright.
Ma Cheng suddenly saw that Zimo had made a big fish of one meter six or seven, and stepped forward to check, "You really go to catch fish, how can the fish in this sea be easy to catch? Huh? It's a dead fish, haha, haha, I'll just say! Such a big fish, you can catch it from the sea? Haha, haha, it turned out to be a dead fish."
He Xiaoliang was also surprised, surprised how Zimo could catch a big fish from the sea, if this was known and envied by this group of beautiful guards, it would not be fun for him, maybe Zimo this kid could still spoil his own good deeds.
Suddenly, I heard Ma Cheng say that Zimo got a dead fish, and hurriedly took the fish head with both hands: "I'll take a look"
Xiao Liang raised his hands vigorously, looked left and right, and suddenly threw the string of the boat into the sea: "Dead fish, I'm afraid it's poisonous, or throw it away, Zimo, you're not interesting enough, get a dead fish up, are you going to poison us?"
Poof!
The big fish was thrown into the sea by Xiaoliang, splashing a small wave.
Xiaoliang is ready to be scolded by the quilt.
Suddenly, Zimo turned his head to look at the wave thrown into the sea, and then looked for the boatman, and said loudly: "Boatman, you can poison a fish by pouring something into the sea."
Several boatmen on the deck looked at each other, and one of them said: "It's not that you can't finish the leftovers and pour them into the sea, there are often big fish near this big boat, it's not surprising, but I have never poisoned any fish, people are fine if they eat it, the rest is for the fish to eat, and it can be poisoned, maybe this big fish is sick to death, I want you to catch it, live fish, we can't pounce with a net, it's not strange if you catch a dead fish."
"Impossible!"
"Impossible!" "The weedy grass chicken head looked at this comedic scene in amazement, dumbfounded, and even said that it was impossible.
The black murderer scolded angrily, "Waste, it's waste, what's impossible, do you still have to shoot a hundred times?
The six arc needles of the skills he had learned in his life were not used at all, and they flew directly into the sea, and Zimo did not hide at all.
The weedy grass chicken head watched as the more than thirty shadowless life-killing needles that he had worked so hard to prepare for a long time were all shot into the scales of the big fish.
When a person falls into the sea, he can actually pounce on a big fish of one meter seven or eight, and the fish in this sea are so easy to pounce.
Oh, it's a dead fish, it's such a coincidence, he fell into the sea and met a dead fish, and the fish hung behind his buttocks, not biased or slanted, and just waited for the flying needle in his hand to shoot, he took out the big fish, this, this ...... This decision is impossible!
Fu Qianying suddenly became funny, the cabin of the management ship was empty, everyone wrapped the prince Nangong Yan to the deck to breathe, after the funny, but Fu Qianying still said with a divine thought: "Fight the world alone, or I will try it too, this, this is too coincidental"
Fighting alone in the world, he suddenly opened a pair of angry eyes, stared at Fu Qianying fiercely, didn't say anything, closed his eyes again, leaned on the chair, and ignored Fu Qianying.
Gloom Moon Ganggang was distracted on the deck, he didn't go there at all to see any performance of which soldier Yong Zimo, and when he saw Zimo, Gloom Moon Ganggang was angry, and he always had the feeling of wanting to beat Zimo violently.
Darkmoon Ganggang and a few of his own thugs stayed away from Zimo to relax, and suddenly saw that the young man who was dancing a fire dragon spear was also looking at him at the same time.
The so-called heroes know heroes, and the Dark Moon Gang walked over politely: "In the Lower Dark Moon Gang, these are my close guards, just now I saw Gongzi in the cabin A fire dragon makes it really majestic, admire and admire"
Nangong Yan also saw the young man mighty, and his strong attack tactics have been perfected, which is extremely rare among his peers, and it is indeed a rare talent to be able to achieve such skills.
"The young master's skills are strong and strong, I also admire it very much, I am Nangong Yan, I am a little interested in martial arts and tactics on weekdays, it is rare to meet the young master today, and I hope you can guide me one or two"
Dark Moon Ganggang and Nangong Yan are of the same age, and they are two or three years old before and after, and they both have the feeling of appreciating each other, so the two quickly talked very pleasantly, and they felt a lot of pity.