Bang!

This time it was Charlotte who shot.

A cloud of sparks creates a small pit in the ground next to Yoda, and a large amount of rubble explodes, forcing Yoda to roll over and avoid the rubble.

Charlotte had a fuchsia pistol in her hand, but it was a size bigger than the average pistol, and the muzzle of the gun was smoking.

After missing a shot, she instantly withdrew her pistol, and her figure flashed and left her original position.

Two gunshots rang out, and there were suddenly two more small pits in the place where she had just left.

Sweat slowly flowed from Yoda's forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

He knew some information about Charlotte, one of the four kings, whose greatest characteristics were strong intuition and agility. Her flexible, boneless body can do a lot of unbelievable attacks and dodge moves.

But that's not the most troublesome part.

The most troublesome thing is Charlotte's secret force, the ten-fingered flying needle.

This is a concealment technique that uses a thin needle as a concealment weapon, and has been ingenious in applying a layer of compound toxin to the needle.

As long as it is rubbed to the point, it is an ironclad poison death, and even Charlotte herself has no antidote.

Moreover, this flying probe is a special structure, and it is silent after being shot.

"It seems that this time it was really a loss," Yoda muttered in a low voice, the silk thread in his hand tightened, and the muzzles of the eight sniper rifles moved slightly. At the same time, there was a subtle clicking sound, as if something was being adjusted.

This is a true mystery that Yoda the Dragon King has never revealed, a true secret that no living person can ever see. But now he wasn't ready to hide either.

At the same time, Charlotte on the edge of the roof suddenly felt a tingling in her scalp. I didn't have time to think about it, so I fell backwards and fell straight downstairs.

Boom!!

Garon stopped suddenly. Looking in the direction of the voices coming from inside the manor.

The gunfire over the manor had gradually thinned, and it was clear that the fierce battle was almost over.

This dull gunfire was completely different from the previous one, giving people a strange dull feeling.

Garon scanned left and right, the ground was littered with crater blood, the corpses of soldiers and killers were strewn about, and some buildings were already on fire. The fire scorched the wood inside, making a cracking sound.

The entire manor, which was originally beautiful, was completely turned into a dead land. The air was filled with gunpowder and blood.

Garon stepped over two bodies that had been scuffled together. His brow furrowed slightly.

Despite how long the battle has been going on, and the hands are stained with blood, now I see this tragic small battlefield. He still had a faint sense of unreality in his heart.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary young man, an office worker, and after arriving in this shijie, he began to pursue martial arts. But unconsciously came to this point.

He's a powerful martial artist born of a natural ability. It is already at the pinnacle of this shijie martial arts. From an ordinary person to a martial artist who kills people but doesn't raise his hand, this huge span was completely unexpected even by him at the beginning.

Walking through the increasingly quiet manor, only the occasional gunfire could be heard in the distance.

Suddenly Garon saw a corpse that had been machine-gunned off his waist, a young male soldier with his eyes open, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on.

The machine gun was a positional heavy machine gun, and Garon glanced at the crater that had hit the ground. Probably estimated.

"If five heavy machine guns hit me in the same direction, I guess the impact would be able to stop my progress. That's the power of thermal weapons."

He sighed. Walk briskly towards the lawn in the center of the manor. It was the agreed place to gather Zuihou, and Iresi, Surin Dragon King and others would go here to gather.

Because the director of the secret service bureau and Su Lin's father and other strongest liliang are concentrated here.

It didn't take long to run, and on the way, he casually cooked a few surviving green-clothed killers. Soon rushed to the central lawn place.

A large area of the lawn seemed to have been shoveled by a bulldozer, and the green grass was completely black mud, and the ground was littered with the traces of explosions.

Garon walked to the edge of the turf that had been shoveled, crouched down and flipped over.

"What a fierce fight!"

He muttered under his breath.

"A master of the previous generation who is at least fifty or sixty years old can still have such a strong explosive power. "He's a martial artist himself, so he can naturally see a little bit of a fight in these residual traces. "Compared to the king general just now, it's like two people!"

Syllable!

Suddenly, there was the sound of something slapping in the distance.

Garon didn't hesitate, got up and rushed in that direction. There was a lonely chapel with a silver cross at the top of a white spire.

Bang knocked open the main door of the church. Garon stopped abruptly, his face changing.

The church's round-vaulted hall was in shambles.

Surin's father, Lieutenant General Crohn, and another bearded bald head were half-lying in the corners on either side. The two were covered in blood, and the ground was littered with human stumps and internal organs.

The red carpet grew more and more bloody and dark red.

In addition to the two Crohns, there were also Eresy and several guards with frightened faces, and they were standing in front of the two generals, and their guns were trembling slightly. His eyes were fixed on a black-cloaked figure half-crouched in the center of the red carpet.

"Someone again?"

The black cloak stood up, his voice hoarse. A few bits of blood slowly dripped from the black leather boots under his feet, apparently with some injuries as well.

Garon's eyes narrowed, and he was about to speak, when suddenly the ground was arched open on a wall not far from the church, and three people came out, it was Surin, the dragon king Yoda, and the colonel.

"Dark Sharo!" As soon as Dragon King Yoda came out, he saw the black cloak standing in the center at a glance, and then looked at the surrounding situation, and his face suddenly changed.

"Yoda, long time no see. Darkshara looked at the Dragon King, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in his voice. "It's a pity that you're finally standing across from me. ”

"You should have killed me after all these years. The Dragon King retracted his expression and replied coldly. "It's a pity you didn't. ”

"Where's Charlotte?" asked Darksalo.

"I was wounded and ran away. I won't be coming back to you for a short time. With a pull of Yoda's hand, the eight heavy snipers instantly formed a fan shape and aimed at Adark Salamor's body and all the surrounding areas.

"At this point, the winner has actually been decided. Darksalo's gaze averted to Lieutenant General Crohn, who was leaning against the corner. "Hand over the stuff, Lieutenant General Crohn. ”

"I didn't expect your spear skills to be as terrifying as martial arts, and you deserve to be the leader of the strongest killer organization. Crohn sneered, "You can take the things, but not here." In another farther place. ”

"My martial arts have reached the point where nothing has increased or decreased. Dark Sharo said lightly, "There are no martial artists in the world who can beat me anymore. Even Palosha was only at my level. ”

He said lightly, with a kind of domineering attitude in his tone.

"I've reached the realm of transcendent holiness, but unfortunately I still can't resist the washing of time. He raised his head in the air, and finally lifted the black cloak that covered his head.

This is a thin old man with a white beard, his hair has turned completely white, his eyebrows are also white, and the most strange thing is that his eyes are also white!

The skin on his face was wrinkled like the bark of an old tree, and it was evident that he was no longer old, at least at the age of seventy or eighty.

"The Golden Sword Seat, the key to unlocking the legendary higher level of martial arts, is now my only hope. Darksara looked at Kron calmly, "I'm nearly eighty years old. There is no time to find your own path. ”

"Why are you talking so much?" Garon directly interrupted him and stepped forward, "Win or lose, let's talk about it!"

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed over quickly, stomping on the ground with a smack.

The whole church roared, and a huge wave of noise seemed to collapse the church in an instant.

Everyone's eardrums rattled, all with a fine buzzing sound, the result of temporary deafness.

I saw Garon rushing straight towards him with an arrow, and the sound of the wind on his body faintly heard the roar of an elephant. The palm of the handle slashed from top to bottom, and the sound of an elephant shaking its nose could be faintly heard in the air.

As soon as Garon entered, he felt a strong invisible aura faintly suppressing the entire church, and a lion phantom slowly crouched on this dark saloon. It was a powerful spirit that produced a spiritual illusion, and when Dark Sharo did not erupt, ordinary martial artists could not see the situation.

But as soon as Garon entered the door, he felt that this man's courage was almost the same as his own, and he could still maintain such a strong physique at the age of nearly eighty.

This spirit is much stronger than Andlera's, and it can already be compared to him now.

"Junior, think I'm going to take advantage of my injury?" Dark Sharo sneered and turned around, "The new martial artist level is trying to challenge the seniors. I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

His hands fluttered together and landed on the side of Garon's knife. Give it a gentle pat.

Syllable!

Garon was stunned, and the knife in his hand contained most of his liliang, but he was actually skewed by the other party.

Boom!

A crater appeared in front of Darksara's toes, but he narrowly avoided it.

The old man, who was nearly eighty years old, stretched out his palm, not fast or slow, but it was impossible to dodge at all, and he swung away the shot of Garon's other hand and slapped it lightly on his chest.

"Lock!" he whispered.

Garon's body was like a thunderbolt, and he instantly froze in place.

He felt as if his chest had stiffened all of a sudden, and he didn't obey the call at all, as if his flesh and blood had suddenly turned into a cold hard stone.

"Young people, martial arts, can't be won by liliang alone. ”

Amsara took a step back, his face calm.

"I'll talk about it if I win!!" Garon sneered, and his body swelled suddenly, growing from one meter seven to one meter nine in an instant.

Shoot! Step! Throw!!

Three-in-one!

Garon's right elbow shot out, and with a step on his foot, the entire ground shook slightly, and his elbow actually turned into an arc in the middle of the way, from a shooting shape to a throwing shape. (To be continued......)