There was no sound in the dark grotto, the silence was maddening, and the bottomless cave in the middle was like a gate to hell, which made people feel intimidating.

No one knows who will be swallowed next after devouring Xiaotian.

Tian Qi was lying on the ground, holding a flashlight in one hand, and the dim light swept around the top of the grotto, Pang Xie just said that Lao Qiu had come from the top of the grotto before, so he was specially arranged to sentry here.

After a while, Tian Qi felt that his eyelids were a little fighting, and his arms were a little sore, and he couldn't help but want to sleep for a while, but as soon as he had this thought, he immediately twisted it on the inner thigh with his left hand, and under the stimulation of this heart-piercing pain, his brain immediately woke up.

Sleeping at such a time is not only joking with his own life, but also with the lives of several other people.

At the same time that Tian Qi was on guard, several other people were not idle.

Yang Cheng and Zhao Huxing were on both sides of Pang Xie, both of them had good kung fu, even if Lao Qiu suddenly attacked, they could resist one or two, giving Pang Xie some time to react.

Li Dayong, with a pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other, cautiously cruised around the edge of the grotto, cautiously observing every dark passage. After waking up last time, Zhao Huxing returned the pistol and the encrypted transmitter to him, everyone's current common enemy is Lao Qiu, and it is good to increase his own combat power a little.

Among several combat powers, his kung fu is the worst, and he needs firearms the most, of course, Tian Qi is not considered combat power.

As soon as he got the pistol, Li Dayong filled both guns with bullets, and at the same time turned on a telegraph to try to contact the outside world, but unfortunately they were located deep underground, and the signal could not be transmitted, so they had to be put away again.

As time passed, Tian Qi gradually became a little anxious, not that he was not patient, but that he found that the light of several flashlights was gradually dimming, which was a sign of insufficient power, once the power of the flashlight was exhausted, the surroundings would fall into darkness again, and then Lao Qiu Ke would come and go.

"Huh?"

Tian Qi was in a hurry, and suddenly found that the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer, and then reacted, and a faint light source gradually lit up from behind him.

What was going on, I couldn't help but look back in the direction of the light source.

"Ahh

The moment he saw the light source, Tian Qi couldn't help but be taken aback, and almost screamed, but before he could completely call out, Yang paced on tiptoe, flew to his side, covered his mouth, and made a silent gesture.

"This..."

I saw Pang Xie sitting there cross-legged, a faint silver light flowed out from his dantian, shining in all directions, this silver light was extremely faint, extremely soft, and seemed to be nothing, but everything around him was clearly illuminated, full of an unreal sense of illusion.

The silver light shines transparently from the inside out, and at a glance, the internal organs, the bones around the body, the muscles, veins, and flesh and blood seem to be able to see clearly, but if you look at it with your heart, you find that it is a silver illusion, and you can't see anything clearly.

"Brother Pang doesn't know what magical powers he is practicing, so it's better not to disturb him quietly, in case it alarms him, it is very likely to cause bad consequences. ”

Yang paced beside Tian Qi's ear and whispered, as a member of the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Sects, he had been exposed to more mysterious things than ordinary people, and he knew that the more superior the exercises, the more he could not be disturbed when he was cultivating, so he hurriedly stopped Tian Qi.

After a long time, the silver light in Pang Xie's body gradually dimmed, and at the same time, a faint whirlwind surrounded Pang Xie, gradually blowing up, blowing bigger and bigger.

"What kind of kung fu is this? Why is it light and wind?" Zhao Huxing couldn't help but ask.

He has lived a long life, experienced a lot of things, and can be regarded as well-informed, but unfortunately because of his low background, he has not been able to get the best exercises in his life, so he is not as clear about the cultivation as Yang Zheng.

"I don't know. ”

Yang shook his head, his eyes showed a solemn look, although his cultivation was good, his cultivation was not high, and this kind of vision had never appeared.

......

Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots in a row.

"Who?"

Li Dayong shouted loudly, aiming his gun at a dark passage in front of him.

The choice at this moment reflects his old spiciness, novices are at war with people, it is difficult to overcome the psychological barrier of killing, and they are used to asking who the other party is first, and only after identifying their identity can they shoot, which leaves time for the other party to react.

Li Dayong once went to the battlefield, crawled out of the pile of dead people, and learned the ability to survive in death, so before he spoke, he had already shot first, and this shout not only did not leave time for the opponent to react, but would disrupt the opponent's rhythm and create opportunities for the next shot.

There was silence in the passage, there was no screaming after being shot, there was no sound of bullets hitting the stone wall, and three bullets seemed to have been fired into a swamp.

Li Dayong slowly retreated, and gradually retreated in the direction of Zhao Huxing, Yang Yan and others. When Yang Yan and the others heard the gunshots, they also noticed the situation here, raised their spirits, and waited for the battle.

After a suffocating silence, there was a rustling of footsteps in the passage, and Lao Qiu walked out slowly.

"You just shot it?"

After Lao Qiu walked out of the passage, he walked over to Yang Yan and the others, and only stopped when he was more than ten meters away from Yang Yan and the others, and asked Li Dayong.

"It's me. Li Dayong nodded, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Lao Qiu, motionless.

"Hey, good marksmanship!"

Lao Qiu grinned, his right hand groped in front of his chest for a while, stretched out his right arm, spread his palm, and three yellow bullets were lying in the palm of his hand, without a trace of blood, and the warhead was slightly deformed.

Li Dayong's pupils shrank, cold sweat flowed down, he didn't fight directly with Lao Qiu just now, when Pang Xie fought with Lao Qiu before, although it was close at hand, but the feeling was not very deep, and he didn't have a personal experience of Lao Qiu's strength and weakness, although he knew that Lao Qiu was powerful, but he didn't know how powerful Lao Qiu was.

Now he finally knows that the Type 92 military pistol, a specialty of Huaguo, is extremely powerful, within 100 meters, it is enough to pierce the bulletproof helmet, and within 50 meters, it is enough to shoot through a 5mm thick steel plate, but it did not cause any damage when it hit Lao Qiu.

"Good marksmanship. Lao Qiu said with a smile, and there was a kind of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow in the laughter.

Bang!

Li Dayong raised his hand and shot again, although he was born in Taoism, but he has been in the army for many years, and his most trustworthy partner is already a firearm in his hand, and he never believes that bullets are of no use to the person in front of him.

Bang, the bullet hit Lao Qiu's eyebrows, ding, the bullet slipped down and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

There wasn't even a trace of oily skin on his forehead.

"It's bold. ”

Lao Qiu said in a slumber voice, with a flick of his wrist, he threw it away, and the three bullets in his palm shot towards Li Dayong like thunder.

Before Li Dayong could dodge, he felt a sharp pain in his legs, and couldn't help falling to the ground, looking down again, there were already three more bullet holes in his two thighs, and blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

The power of Lao Qiu's hand-thrown bullets is not under the pistol!

"Instructor Li!" Tian Qi shouted, and hurriedly ran to Li Dayong's side, trying to stop the bleeding for him, but unfortunately he had not studied medical skills, and he was in a hurry, so he couldn't stop it.

"I'll come. Zhao Huxing couldn't see it, so he walked quickly to Li Dayong's side, helped him stop the bleeding with acupoint techniques, and dragged him aside.

Regarding Zhao Huxing and Tian Qi's actions, Lao Qiu didn't react at all, and he didn't mean to do anything at all.

He turned his head to look at Pang Xie and said, "It turns out that I really can't move, I thought it was pretending." ”

No wonder he didn't stop Zhao Huxing and Tian Qi from saving people, the purpose of his action was not to hurt Li Dayong, but just to test Pang Xie's reality.

"It tastes so fragrant, if I can eat you, there will be a lot of people!"

Lao Qiu snorted vigorously in the direction where Pang Xie was, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and slowly walked towards Pang Xie, staring at Pang Xie with both eyes, only naked desire in his eyes, and no more emotion.

"Who is Zunjia? You and I have no grievances, why do you attack us again and again?" Yang paced Lao Qiu to stop.

"Aren't you here to kill me?" asked Lao Qiu rhetorically.

"It's strange to say this, you and I meet in Pingshui, and there is no grudge, how can we come to kill you?"

"I don't want to tell you, go to the underworld and ask. ”

Before Lao Qiu finished speaking, he suddenly punched out, and with a move "Black Tiger Digging Heart", he hit Yang in the heart.

The move of this punch is not clever, if it is performed by another person, Yang pacing or attacking or defending or retreating, there are at least seven or eight ways to crack it, but the power of Lao Qiu's punch is too fierce, the fist has not yet reached the body, and the fist wind has already pressed Yang Pacing to breathe poorly, and the method of cracking in his mind is not used at all.

Yang paced with a long sigh, on the side of his body, his right leg took half a step forward, and at the same time, his right palm flicked upward, attacking Lao Qiu's ribs, using the style of fighting with injuries for injuries.

It is said that with the strength of Yang Pacing's palm, even if he hits Lao Qiu, he can't hurt half a hair, but Yang Pacing has previously performed a "Smoke Luo Palm", which is extremely poisonous and causes a lot of trouble to Lao Qiu.

Yang paced and gained the upper hand with one move, and immediately understood Lao Qiu's thoughts, and his palms struck out like lightning in a row, not leaving Lao Qiu's left and right. Although Lao Qiu's cultivation is much higher than Yang Pacing, his body is mediocre, his speed is comparable to Yang Pacing, and his footwork is even inferior to Yang Pacing.

After coming and going, after the two of them fought more than ten moves, Lao Qiu suddenly stood still, and Yang Pacing did not take the opportunity to make a move, and also stood in the middle of the field.

"Hehe, I was almost deceived, the power of your palm is good, but it's not easy for you to hit that palm, right?

Yang Yan's face sank, what Lao Qiu said was his weakness, "Yan Luo Palm" consumed a lot, with his cultivation, after attacking a palm, he had no strength to fight, he just shot again and again, not really to hit Lao Qiu, but has been gambling, betting that Lao Qiu does not want to be hit by him, the purpose is just to delay time. If Lao Qiu really didn't care about being injured, then after he attacked this palm, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

"You have a good master's skills, you have a chance to hurt me, and I don't want to get hurt, so I'll give you a chance, if you are willing to leave now, I can guarantee that I won't chase you for an hour, and with this hour, you may be able to escape with your life." ”

After finishing speaking, Lao Qiu turned around and walked over to Pang Xie, no longer guarding against Yang Pacing, as if he was sure that Yang Pacing would definitely flee for his life.

Yang sighed and took a few steps back, his hands hanging at his sides, silent, with a struggling expression on his face.