Chapter Eighty-Five: Back to the Horse Pistol

Mo Ran turned around and smiled at Sun Yulong while speeding up his flight: "Old thing, this is a meeting gift from our city lord Lord Wan, he asked me to bring you a message, if you want to break the sin city, let's go back and cultivate for a few hundred years!"

"Hmph, stinky boy, look for death!"

Sun Yulong, the lord of Sunset City, angrily chased after Mo Ran who was pretending to be Fang Hu, and he couldn't wait to break Mo Ran's body into ten thousand pieces. The more than 200 Sunset City monks behind him were also pursuing the more than 20 monks brought by Mo Ran at full speed, speeding up the pursuit, and urging the magic weapon from time to time to send out one killing move after another to the more than 20 monks.

Although the speed at which Mo Ran and the twenty-odd monks escaped was almost not much different from the speed of Sunset City Lord Sun Yulong's pursuit, it also made the Sunset City guards chase for half a while, only shortening the distance between them by one-fifth.

However, even if this could temporarily delay the time of being chased by those guards, Mo Ran's back was secretly sweating, and the anger exuded by the more than two hundred people almost overwhelmed him, so that he did not dare to relax in the slightest, and fled towards Sin City with all his might.

Using his spiritual sense to check the situation behind him, Mo Ran flew quickly, dodging several magic weapon lights shooting behind him, and complained: "Are these guards crazy?

An elderly monk beside Mo Ran replied: "The commander doesn't know, the city gate guards like them train together on weekdays and practice the Imperial Dao Law together, and the relationship between them is naturally much deeper, just now we suddenly injured a lot of guards, and the other guards who have a deep relationship with these attacked guards will of course hate us to the core, so let's hurry up and escape, I hope we can hold on until we lead them out of the evil city." ”

Mo Ran nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly showed a smug smile, and said, "What Senior Brother Li said is that we must not relax, even if we fight with our lives, we will lead this guard army outside the sin city. But the more angry these monks are, the more details they overlook. ”

Suddenly sneering, Mo Ran whispered to the monk beside him, "Senior Brother Li, should we suddenly stop and give them another surprise attack to make them even more angry?"

The older monk was slightly stunned for a moment, and then hesitated, "Although this plan is feasible, it is too risky, and if we are not careful, we will lose our only chance to escape." ”

Mo Ran dodged a few rays of strange light, and analyzed: "But we are getting closer and closer to Sin City, and these guards seem to be getting closer and closer to Sin City, and the speed of pursuit has slowed down slightly.

The older monk glanced back at the monks who were chasing behind him, and found that it was indeed as Mo Ran said, the speed of these monks' pursuit began to slow down gradually, he turned his head, gritted his teeth, and finally said in a deep voice: "You are the leader of our crusading army, you have the final say on what to do! ”

Mo Ran nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Li, then we will suddenly turn around and use all our resources to kill him with a 'return rifle', angering these guards who are in hot pursuit." ”

With that, he and the slightly older Senior Brother Li passed on the plan to the other monks around him, and in the blink of an eye, the faces of the more than twenty crusading army monks showed a trace of worry and a trace of determination.

However, unexpectedly, none of the more than 20 monks raised any objections, and even though this plan of "returning to the horse gun" to suddenly turn around and attack was very dangerous, and even if they were not careful, they would lose the advantage of escaping, but they did not have the slightest intention of backing down.

Mo Ran flew quickly, while looking at the more than 20 monks dressed as scouts, at this moment, the faces of the more than 20 young monks were imprinted with that kind of fearless expression, although they were young, they had experienced very little, and they had never understood what the Tao was and what the Dharma was, but in the face of the threat of death, they were not afraid, they regarded death as home.

Mo Ran retracted his gaze, suddenly showed a resolute smile, and shouted, "Return!"

As soon as this shout ended, Mo Ran and the twenty or so monks turned around at the same time, casting the magic and sword spells that had already been pinched in their hands, not caring for their own safety at all, but using all their strength to attack those Sunset City guards.

Although the Sunset City monks who were chasing Mo Ran and the others had already taken precautions after the incident of being suddenly attacked before, they really did not expect it at all in the face of Mo Ran and the others' "return to the horse gun" trick.

In the eyes of these guards, Mo Ran and the others, who pretended to be the scout team, were only twenty people, and they dared to attack their army of more than 200 people under the identity of the scout team before, and this time they should definitely not face the guard army head-on in the process of fleeing for their lives.

But they never expected that these twenty or so people seemed to be dead soldiers who regarded death as their home, and they really didn't want to die, and they dared to turn their bodies upside down and launch a surprise attack in the process of escaping.

For a while, the army of guards who were in hot pursuit hurriedly stopped and dodged, but there were still dozens of guards who rushed to the front and were in no hurry again, and they were attacked one after another.

However, this time, Mo Ran's side no longer had such good luck, and several of the more than 20 monks who crusaded against the army had just used a trick of "returning the horse gun" without caring about their own safety, and their exposed bodies were hit by the magic and offensive of those angry guards, and after letting out a few painful **, they hung upside down and fell to the ground under their feet.

"Withdraw!" Mo Ran, who was pretending to be Fang Hu's body, ordered again.

After killing the carbines, Mo Ran and the remaining dozen or so monks flew towards Sin City again.

This trick really worked, and the guards who were shocked by the strategy of returning the horse pistol watched as the dozen or so guards in front of them were seriously injured by a blow from Mo Ran and the others, and they all lost their minds, and roared angrily and hurriedly chased after Mo Ran and the others.

Sun Yulong, the lord of Sunset City, had a blue face, and he was almost speechless with anger, he had been in the world for decades, and he had never played any tricks, but today he planted his head in front of a hairy boy, and he hit two moves in a row. Not to mention that this made him embarrassed in front of his subordinates, just the number of lost guards, the number of wounded and killed was nearly fifty or so, and such damage was caused by the twenty or so people who Mo Ran pretended to be a scout team, and even now they can't be caught.

Squinting his eyes, Sun Yulong said to himself viciously: "Wan three thousand, this account, Lao Tzu will find you to settle it today!"

After that, he no longer cared about the fact that he had reached the sphere of influence of Sin City here, and turned into a strange light, chasing after Mo Ran and the others.