"See, that martial artist, defend yourself. Let's go. After Qin Feng said this, he patted Zhang Zhiheng's shoulder, then turned back to Wang Siqi and said, "Your junior brother has spent a lot of real energy, and he is always ready to intervene. ”

Wang Siqi didn't speak, put Xiaobai on top of his head, intertwined his hands, put on a very strange posture, and looked at the battlefield cautiously.

Zhang Zhiheng rushed forward with an arrow step, and there was no longer the feeling of ease before between the four people's bags, raising his hand to grab one of the warriors, knee hit the abdomen, elbow hit the head, and the butt of the gun smashed to the back of the head, instantly bloody, a set of movements coherent and smooth.

The blades in the hands of the remaining three people are not vegetarian, and they are close to Zhang Zhiheng's vital point.

Zhang Zhiheng dodged left and right, dodging the attack, taking advantage of the gap between their attacks, he raised his hand and launched an accurate and powerful bullet, without waiting for the hit warrior to dodge, he hit the red heart, and exploded directly on the spot, turning into flesh above the neck.

"Two. ”

A voice came from Zhang Zhiheng's slightly open lips, like a demon's whisper.

"You give me death. ”

The martial artist held the steel knife in his hand, he was angry, his eyes were full of anger, and he slashed down directly.

Zhang Zhiheng had a wind under his feet, dodged to the side, went directly behind the martial artist, and leaned forward directly with his right hand.

The warrior who followed the martial artist wide in horror, watching the barrel of the gun reach into his mouth, but he couldn't react, so he lost consciousness.

"Bang. ”

After a shot, the wisps of white smoke from the barrel had not yet dissipated, and the butt of the gun had already touched the back of the martial artist's heart. The latter was hit hard, and one of his heels lay on the ground, with both hands propped up, just about to get up, but he never expected that at this time, Zhang Zhiheng turned around and stepped directly on the back of the martial artist, making him unable to get up, stepping on the shot, bang, bang, three headshots.

Looking at the streets where corpses were strewn all over the field and rivers of blood flowed, Zhang Zhiheng swallowed and spit, his face turned pale, his true qi in his whole body was exhausted, and he felt that he could fall down at any time.

If it weren't for the half-refining and half-cultivation model, I'm afraid this battle wouldn't have been able to survive at all, but fortunately, it was over.

Just when Zhang Zhiheng was still rejoicing, a cold light suddenly flashed from the corner of his eyes, and when he looked closely, he saw a long sword slashing towards his neck, and he didn't have time to dodge more.

"Oh no, there's one hiding in the shadows. ”

Zhang Zhiheng's eyes widened in horror, and he had no time to react, so he could only watch the long sword slash towards his neck.

At the moment when he was about to make contact, with a "bang", a spear head fell from the sky, hitting the incoming long sword and helping Zhang Zhiheng break the siege.

"Senior brother, it's too much to not call me for such a good thing as fighting. Meng Yanjun jumped into the battlefield and laughed: "It's too bloody, too violent." I decided not to have to deal with you in the future, and save a bullet from falling on my head. ”

"Senior brother, when did you come?" Zhang Zhiheng was overjoyed, his eyes were full of excitement, and he shouted happily.

"It's better to come early than to come early, isn't this just in time?" Meng Yanjun walked to Zhang Zhiheng's side, held the spear in his hand, glanced at the person opposite, and continued: "Senior brother, you rest first, and leave this kind of small miscellaneous pieces that can only sneak attack to me." ”

Zhang Zhiheng now has no physical strength, no real qi or no real qi, so he nodded and returned to Qin Feng's side.

"Good job. Qin Feng nodded and praised.

And Wang Siqi on the side, flipped his hands, and spit out a small white ball from the little white mouth lying on top of his head, which fell into his hand and slapped directly into Zhang Zhiheng's body. The latter stood in place, closed his eyes, and performed the exercises, his pale face gradually regaining its bloody color.

Looking at the field, I saw Meng Yanjun open the big bag in his hand, took out two wooden poles that exuded cyan luster, clicked twice, the metal interfaces at both ends were stuck, and when he waved his hands, one end was directly inserted into the tip of the gun that fell on the ground, the gun danced, the lunge was wide open, and the hands were one in front and one behind.

It can be said that Aoki Jinfeng is like a green pine, and the spear is obliquely pointed at the sky.

"Man covered with dark aura, don't say I'm bullying you, do it. ”

Meng Yanjun casually threw a spear and shouted arrogantly.

The man was holding a long sword, and he didn't make any moves, just cautiously looked in the direction of Qin Feng, his lips pursed, and a harsh voice came out and spread around.

"Master, what does he mean by this, is it a person?" Meng Yanjun looked back at Qin Feng and shouted with disdain.

"What are you talking about, playing? Qin Feng looked at Meng Yanjun like this, frowned, and thought in his heart: "When will this kid not lack his heart?"

"Since you're looking for someone, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Meng Yanjun held a spear, pointed at the man opposite, and shouted loudly.

"When did he get the second disease? Qin Feng looked at Zhang Zhiheng on the side and asked casually.

"Master, he~~ sometimes has, sometimes not. However, I prefer him to talk about it. Zhang Zhiheng seemed to recall what inhuman encounter, and said bitterly.

"Come, man with a dark aura. ”

Meng Yanjun held a spear in his hand, strode a meteor and rushed over, his wrist to his waist burst out, and the spear body was like a tiger descending from a mountain, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

The man was armed with a long sword, flowing and agile, dodging the attack and stabbing with a backhand.

Meng Yanjun blocked the spear, blocked the attack of the long sword, followed the spear, followed the blade of the sword, and struck from the bottom to the top, piercing the man's wrist. The latter was unhurried, flipped his wrist and threw out a sword flower, which was wrapped around the spear like a thin snake and pushed forward.

Seeing that the long sword was about to stab Meng Yanjun's left hand, who knew that Meng Yanjun's left hand suddenly let go, and his right hand aimed at the man's foot to stab, knocking out the spear, and his left hand went around his body and grabbed the handle of the gun behind his waist.

The man stepped back, dodging the spear and getting close. He looked at Meng Yanjun with a solemn face and said, "The gun is a waist lock, and the hands and feet are pierced first." Meng family overlord gun. ”

"Hmph, the wicked man has some insight. Meng Yanjun brandished a spear, circled his waist, and immediately shouted: "Let you see and see, the real Meng family overlord gun." ”

Meng Yanjun was full of golden true qi, poured into the spear, and directly launched an attack at close range, the body of the spear was like a swimming dragon, extremely flexible, and the spear picked up and swept the whirling hook, changing in many ways.

And the man was not an ordinary person, so he didn't need to dodge, he tried to stay away from the attack range of the spear, waiting for an opportunity.

With a bang, Meng Yanjun held his gun in both hands and stopped in front of his chest to block the man's attack, and the two sides were very stale. At this time, Meng Yanjun rushed up with enthusiasm, strode close to the man, the spear emitted bursts of golden light, and shouted: "Overlord slash." ”

I saw Meng Yanjun holding a spear and sweeping forward, the man could only hold his hands against the sword to block the attack, but who knew that after the sweep, he followed up and picked up the sword in the man's hand, and in the man's frightened eyes, Meng Yanjun got up and flew up, grabbed the tail of the spear with both hands, and slashed it hard.

As soon as the golden spear came out, Meng Yanjun slashed at the man's head as if he were in a no-man's land.

Who knew that a person suddenly appeared on the side, a long knife was horizontal in front of the two of them, with a loud bang, although the person blocked Meng Yanjun's attack, he quickly took a few steps back, leaving a deep footprint with each step.

Meng Yanjun, who was blocked, had a smile on the corner of his mouth at this time, his hands were loosened, and when the spear was still in the air, an arrow rushed to the front, holding the root of the falling spear head with both hands, and slashed hard, only to see that the tail of the gun was oval, and the metal ball the size of a fist fell directly on the head of the man holding the sword, and with a small click, the latter fell to the ground and was silent.

"You dark forces, do you think that my overlord slash is so easy to take?" Meng Yanjun sneered, holding a spear.

"Good, good. The man holding the knife nodded and sneered, "Since that's the case, let's go together." ”

As soon as the words fell, two or three people rushed out of the house on the side and surrounded Meng Yanjun with a siege.

"A lot of people doesn't mean it's great. ”

As soon as Meng Yanjun's words fell, the spear was dispatched and swept through the Eight Desolations.

Among several people, they wandered in all directions, and the head of the spear seemed to have eyes, killing the enemies around them.

The gun pierced a line and swept across a large area.

Fast as lightning, the body of the gun is like a phantom, unstoppable, virtual and real, whirring wind, and the front of the gun is unpredictable.

Meng Yanjun found the right opportunity, like an arrow off the string, rushed to the line, instantly swallowed, like thunder and lightning, fast and fast, directly pierced into the chest of a person, his arms were strong, he picked and stirred, the blood rain fell rapidly, the person was instantly divided, and the dead could not die again.

The spear was stopped in front of the chest, blocking the attack of others, and the handle of the backhand was pushed out directly, the man was unable to do it, the palm of his hand shook and hurt, and the blade was directly taken off, seeing the gun falling on the chest, he vaguely heard three crisp clicks, and the sharp pain spread from the chest to the back of the heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Meng Yanjun grabbed the spear back, felt the wind behind him suddenly rise, and looked back to see a long knife approaching the head door.

At this moment, a huge snow-white lion instantly knocked the man down, puffed out his claws, opened his bloody mouth and let out a roaring sound, and pressed his palm into the man's chest, without hindrance, and his heart was cold.

It turned out that Wang Siqi was the first to realize that Meng Yanjun was in danger at this time, and he had already entered the danger, and the little white on his head jumped out directly, transformed in the air, turned into a snow-white lion, and killed the man.

Without waiting for Meng Yanjun to express his gratitude, the last remaining person let out a miserable scream as if he was frightened, threw away the blade in his hand and turned around and ran. Meng Yanjun jumped directly onto Xiaobai, found the right position, and flew down.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

Directly freeze the last person in place.

"Snort. ”

Meng Yanjun pulled out the spear, took out a cloth from his bag, wiped the blood stains on the gun, and walked over.

"Master, what's the situation, why is it still blood-stained on the long street?" Meng Yanjun looked at the corpses scattered on the street, it was like a river of blood.

"Oh, someone tried to insult your senior sister, and then a fight broke out. ”

Qin Feng's eyes closed slightly, glanced around, and said nonchalantly.

"Oh, master, what do you think of my marksmanship?" Meng Yanjun gestured and asked happily.

"Yes, kind of funny. Qin Feng said perfunctorily, looked at Meng Yanjun again, and asked, "Can you continue to fight?"

"Eh~~" Meng Yanjun scratched his head, his face was puzzled, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Your overlord slash is quite angry, right?" Qin Feng nodded subconsciously and said easily: "At least half of it, right?"