Chapter 178: The Poor Immortal Strikes Again

The more they walked forward, the more surprised these people became: these two people really had unpredictable opportunities, and they couldn't even do anything to them when they were trapped in Dragon Beach. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Mo Fei: Are the two of them immortals sent by God?

While he was thinking wildly, the poor immortal old beggar in the bunker hurriedly stood up, raised a red flag in his hand, stretched out from the hole in the bunker, and shook it fiercely outside.

Waving the red flag is a code, which means that the hundred poor warriors outside will attack Huaizhong and Han Saburo.

In addition, the poor immortal old beggar also clearly knew that Han Sanlang was an ordinary aboriginal on the island with limited skills, but this Huaizhong ability should not be underestimated, and a hundred warriors may not be his opponent, so the old beggar once again ordered the remaining four hundred warriors in the bunker to prepare bows and arrows.

The four hundred warriors were divided into four shifts, one for each hundred, each with a bow and arrow, and each of them had a hole, and could take turns to release arrows.

Towards the location of the trapping dragon beach, there were about 30 holes, and at the same time, more than 30 arrows were aimed at Huaizhong and Han Sanlang.

Under the illumination of the lights and moonlight, Huaizhong had already seen that in the holes of the bunker, there were more than thirty shining arrows, all pointing to himself.

At the same time, the red flag flipped and a hundred warriors outside also approached here.

This situation is really dangerous and abnormal.

Huaizhong said to Han Sanlang, "Brother Sanlang, they want to release arrows, and you shoot behind me." ”

Han Saburo threw himself in a vertical position and fell behind Huaizhong.

Huaizhong turned into the Diguang Sword in his hand, and the Diguang Sword slashed from left to right, and at the same time, he said calmly: "If you are not afraid of death, come here." Although the voice was not high, it was low and powerful, like ringing several huge bells in the ears of everyone.

Everyone was already scared in their hearts, and in front of them was the trapped dragon beach where the dead did not pay for their lives, and the two opponents were inexplicable, standing firmly in the middle of the trapped dragon beach, their faces were not panicked, their shapes were not shaken, and they seemed to be confident. More than 100 of them are ordinary people, and stepping forward is tantamount to sending them to death.

However, it is not possible to step forward, inside the bunker, there is a big leader and a poor immortal old beggar, and his old man's temper is not very good recently.

These 100 or so people, each with long guns and short sticks in their hands, slowly walked towards the soft beach.

Han Saburo initiated a kind thought and said, "You people, you can't go any further, take a few more steps, and you will fall into the beach." ”

These people slow down, slow down, and move forward little by little.

The poor old beggar was inside the bunker, poked his head out, and shouted, "Hurry up and catch these two guys." "Completely disregarding the lives and deaths of the hundreds of people under his command.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the poor immortal old beggar to probe, Huaizhong saw the opportunity and took out two flying knives from his pocket.

Huaizhong was good at flying knives, and the two flying knives attacked one after the other, heading towards the head of the poor immortal old beggar.

The poor fairy old beggar shrank back in fright, and the two throwing knives followed, "dang, dang" twice, firmly rooted in the walls inside the bunker.

The poor fairy old beggar said: "Huaizhong, good, if you are not kind, don't blame me for being unjust, everyone pay attention, release arrows!"

As soon as the order was issued, more than 30 arrows were fired together, the first round was fired, the second round was quickly filled, and it was still issued one after another from the hole.

Although there are more than 30 arrows, the number is not too much, but these are all knights who have been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes, not to mention a hundred shots, among the ten, there are more than eight aimed at the target.

Huaizhong saw that all these arrows were shooting towards him, so he stretched out the Diguang Sword and pulled the sword flower, and the Diguang Sword surrounded himself and Han Sanlang in it, which could really be said to be impenetrable.

If it was just these arrows coming in turn, Huaizhong would not feel the slightest effort to resist them. There were strong winds and waves along the way, and all the martial arts that were much more powerful than this had been seen, and dozens of arrows could withstand him.

Han Sanlang stood behind Huaizhong, and he was really impressed: "Huai Enren, your swordsmanship is really clever, even if you are a heavenly immortal, it is nothing more than that." ”

Huai Zhong said while blocking the arrow: "What is this, my eldest brother, my third brother, their swordsmanship is much higher than mine." ”

Han Saburo said: "The three of you are all immortals. ”

Han Saburo admired while not idle, looking at the more than 100 poor warriors who were gradually approaching, some of them were not paying attention under their feet, they had already slipped into the sand, the more they struggled and sank deeper, and gradually sand into their noses, suffocating to death. But there are indeed some poor warriors who are better at light skills, and they carry out light body kung fu, raise their feet high, drop their feet lightly, and still move forward steadily.

Han Saburo was anxious, if these poor warriors came here to look and found that there was actually a solid dark road paved with whale bones here, standing on the road and dueling with the Huai'en people, it would be very troublesome: at that time, the Huai'en people would have to deal with both distant arrows and attacks, and the difficulty could be imagined.

Thinking of this, Han Saburo bent down, grabbed two handfuls of sand from under his feet, and with a wave of his hand, he raised it towards the dozens of poor warriors who were gradually approaching.

Two handfuls of sand were sprinkled in front of their eyes, they usually have rich experience in dealing with the enemy, but it was the first time to meet the enemy on the soft beach, most of them avoided the sand in front of them, but they forgot the sand under their feet in the hurry, and more than a dozen people slid down, and they never came up again.

Han Saburo said to himself: "Using sand to charm your eyes is the work of a shameless villain, although I am ashamed, but you are too bullying, so you have to use this obscene means." Don't blame me, you people, when you go to the underworld!" he said, grabbing sand from under his feet and throwing it at them.

In a matter of moments, more than a dozen people were killed.

Han Saburo never imagined that he was originally a person who had to work hard to kill a fish, but now in an instant, dozens of people died because of himself.

Huaizhong shouted: "Brother Sanyang, it's good, you hit the close, I hit the distance, our brothers join forces, look at this poor immortal old beggar, what other means can be used!"

The more the two fought, the more courageous they became, and gradually: "There are nearly a thousand arrows that fell under the feet of Huaizhong and Han Saburo." ”

Huaizhong shouted: "Old beggar, if you have any skills, just use them all." ”

The poor immortal old beggar saw that there were only one hundred and thirty people left outside, and no matter how the arrows were released in the bunker, the two of Huaizhong were even more unscathed, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, and thought: "I originally thought that I would make a big contribution to capturing Huaizhong alone, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable, I knew it was like this, it was better to inform Daoist Lin Lingsu earlier, and let Daoist help him get an idea." It's just that now, if I go to inform Daoist Lin Lingsu again, it is obviously even more faceless. It's come to this point, and I can only hold on hard. ”

Thinking of this, the poor immortal old beggar said, "You only leave thirty people to release arrows, and the rest of the people will rush out with me!"

"Yes!" everyone agreed, and three hundred and seventy people rushed out of the small gate under the bunker with the poor immortal old beggar, and the team of more than three hundred people, which can also be said to be mighty, rushed towards the direction of the trapping dragon beach.

The poor immortal old beggar was not so stupid, he didn't want everyone to be trapped in the Dragon Beach and couldn't get out, so he only surrounded a fan shape nearby, surrounding Huaizhong and Han Saburo in the middle.

According to the idea of the poor immortal old beggar, Huaizhong and Han Saburo either obediently retreated into the sea, or they ran forward and broke through from a certain position in the fan encirclement. And as long as Huaizhong and them break through, at that time, his poor immortal old beggar can make his subordinates quickly change formations, surround the two of them to a stable place on the ground, and everyone will no longer be stuck in the mud, so they can use more to bully less and use more than 400 people to work together to capture these two people.

Huaizhong said to Han Sanlang: "Brother Sanlang, you still take me and go forward." ”

Han Jiangliu promised a "yes", walked in front, led Huaizhong to step on the whale bones, and left the dangerous place of Trap Dragon Beach step by step.

This move hit the hands of the poor fairy old beggar, and the poor fairy old beggar signaled everyone not to act rashly and let the two of them move forward.

When the two of them were about to leave the trapping dragon beach, that is, not far from the fan-shaped encirclement.

The poor immortal old beggar shouted: "Change the formation!"

As a result, a fan-shaped team of more than 400 people quickly changed the opening shape, from a fan-shaped shape to one end to gather together, forming a circle, putting Huaizhong and Han Saburo in the center, and gradually crowded in the direction of the pillbox.

Huaizhong waved the wide sword in his hand, not only to defend himself, but also to prevent Han Saburo from being harmed by the enemy soldiers, and it was really hard to fight.

The poor immortal old beggar is best at the Seven Killers, which is a set of extremely evil palm techniques, and the Yang Flame Ghost Fire of the rich immortal old rich man has always been called the two evil skills in the world.

At this moment, the old beggar, surrounded by more than 400 subordinates, unleashed his seven killers and confronted the Diguang Sword in Huaizhong. In the past few days in Huaizhong, the martial arts have entered the realm very quickly, and the old beggar's kung fu has also improved to a considerable extent, plus now the old beggar's seven killers have an unexpected change, that is, they can absorb the power of others and evolve.

That is to say, whenever the old beggar is inferior to Huaizhong in terms of strength or moves, he can always integrate the strength or moves of someone under him into the Seven Killers and use them, although most of the subordinates who are integrated will suddenly collapse to the ground because of the sudden disappearance of their strength or moves, and even be trampled on by their companions and die. But the poor immortal old beggar's own kung fu suddenly increased by a few points, which often caught Huaizhong off guard, and almost fell into his calculations several times.

Han Saburo said: "Huai Engong, this old man is tricky and knows evil methods, we may not be his opponents!"

Huaizhong said: "Don't worry, if we don't fight to the end, we may not lose!"

Han Saburo said: "I'm by your side, I'm causing you trouble in vain, it's better for me to run to the side, one can attract their attention, and the other will also make you one less burden." ”

Saying this, Huaizhong felt more and more that although this Han Saburo didn't know any martial arts, he knew self-love and had deep affection. (To be continued.) )