Falling from a high altitude of seven or eight hundred meters, if there is no divine power, even if it is a practitioner in the realm of God, he dare not do so.

In Han Ze's ring, the light flashed, he put the soldier out.

In a hurry, Han Ze stunned him directly and put it in the ring space.

"I ... am I dead?"

The scholar woke up and looked around.

"Almost." Han Ze said so.

Alas!

The next moment, then the soldier turned directly over and sat up: "You ..."

Although Han Ze has already recovered his wound with divinity, his clothes still have the red blood.

"I jumped off the plane ..."

Han Ze said so.

"Are you not kidding?" The scholar asked, obviously he didn't believe it.

Because according to his estimation, when the plane is where the height is less than 700 meters, the height of the ground is more than 700 meters.

How could a person jump down from a high altitude of more than 700 meters without death, even if the novel is not written like this.

"Then how do you think you survived?" Han Ze looked at the scholar: "Is there a fairy who passed by and saved us?"

At this time, Han Ze's consciousness has spread away. Within one kilometer, any wind blows under his monitoring.

Han Ze knows that those who bombard the helicopter will definitely come over.

Then the official found that he couldn't find a reason, so he stopped struggling with this question, and then asked: "What should we do now?"

Han Ze glanced at him lightly and said, "Your military instructor has not taught you. What should I do after encountering a similar situation?"

The scholar said: "I have taught it, but now in this case, we must not stay in place. We must leave here before the other party comes, they must ..."

However, before the words of the scholars were finished, it was a mighty gunshot.

His head suddenly moved next to him.

At the same time, a string of blood flowers with white brain paste flew up, with fishy smell and warmth, fell on Han Ze's face.

Han Ze's expression suddenly stunned, and the whole person was motionless.

Well!

The body of the scholar fell on the ground, and his eyes were open. At this time, there was still red blood from his head, and the ground was red.

"How can I ..."

Han Ze gritted his teeth. He obviously explored with his consciousness and found that there was no abnormalities nearby.

"Oh ... it was biased." In the rear, a voice came.

There was a sniper rifle beside Tang Jun.

There are mysterious patterns on the sniper rifle.

Han Ze's fists held, and countless killings in his heart were growing, just like Wang Yang boiled.

"sorry……"

This is the first time Han Ze has said these three words to a person who has just met.

If Han Ze had believed in his consciousness too much, wouldn't he take it lightly, and wouldn't happen.

But Han Ze knows that these three words are useless at all.

Even if Han Ze has a magic medicine in his hands, it is not available at this time.

For an ordinary person, the skull is crushed, and it is impossible to survive at all.

Han Ze knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the soldier.

At this time, Tang Jun and others have come out of the woods.

Seeing Tang Jun, who did not die, was full of incredible colors on his face.

How could a person fall from a height of more than 700 meters?

"You didn't die!" Tang Jun fists. Originally, he thought he came here, but just needed to confirm that Han Ze's body was just fine.

But now, things have exceeded his expectations.

"Tang, since this boy is not dead, we just make a few shots for him."

Han Ze's eyes were very cold, staring at these people in front of him.

Tang Shi moved his brow, saying: "This kid is weird, don't act lightly."
Chapter completed!