The first leader of this book appears, thanks to Ren Leisang for his generous reward.

Thanks to the book friend Feng Yantian for the fire, Rong Ronghao generously donated his money...^_^

On the mountain road, gunfire and explosions continued.

The commander used a telescope to observe the battle situation ahead, but there was no slight relief on his face.

Thousands of people attacked two people, and it was supposed to be easy to decide the outcome. However, the situation of the battle was always stalemate. Even if the other party was constantly retreating, they were still resisting tenaciously. The most important thing is that this section of the mountain road was very narrow and the terrain was a bit dangerous. Our troops could not play their advantage in numbers at all, and could only rely on the tactics of the sea of ​​people to move forward.

From the place where the two sides started to exchange fire, there is a passage about two kilometers long and less than five people wide.

The Marinko soldiers would have to pay the price of bleeding if they did not move forward.

In just two kilometers of passage, the casualties of the Malinko people had exceeded 200, which made the commander very distressed.

"Your priest..."

He couldn't help but call out softly and looked carefully at Zuenula.

Zuenula stood quietly aside, holding an eagle-headed crutch, squinted her eyes, as if she had penetrated the night sky and observing the form ahead.

"Mr. Commander, please don't worry.

I am waiting for the other party's priest to appear before I can take action. There are only two people on the other party, who keep fighting with guns, which means that the priest is hiding nearby. If I take action now, it is easy to reveal flaws. Don't forget that it is a priest who can cause the fury of the snake spirit. At this time, whoever takes action first will be in a passive state."

The commander coughed lightly, and there was nothing to say about Zuenula's explanation.

At this moment, a crescent moonlight wheel suddenly appeared on the mountain road.

Zuenulla suddenly opened her eyes and cursed angrily: "Bastard, you actually dare to fool me."

The commander was stunned and quickly raised his telescope to look. He saw a figure in a camouflage uniform rushing around the crowd on the mountain road. He held a bayonet in one hand and a scimitar in the other. His swords flew and danced, killing corpses everywhere.

He quickly looked at Zuenula, and saw Zuenula holding a crutch and suddenly rose up.

"Leopard's speed!"

Zuenula's body suddenly crawled in the air, like a cheetah, rushed out in a flash, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

So awesome!

The commander couldn't help but exclaim and quickly observed with a telescope.

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Yang Mu held a crescent moon scimitar in one hand and a dagger in the other, moving and flashing on the narrow mountain road.

Just like a ghost without substance, the Marinko guns could not capture him at all. Every time they appeared, the swords would take away a life. Those fully armed Marinko soldiers seemed to give up their resistance in front of Yang Mu, allowing him to reap his lives fiercely.

From the moment Yang Mu attacked, in just ten minutes, sixty or seventy soldiers fell under his swords.

This close-killing fight made the Malenko people feel more terrified than the previous gun attacks.

Because they really felt the evil spirit contained in the two swords. Moreover, the heads were surrounded by people, and the guns seemed to have lost their original advantages. So they could only resist uselessly and let Yang Mu harvest their lives.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which was disgusting.

Yang Mu used a bayonet to cut into the neck of a Marinko soldier. His body turned with the flow. The scimitar drew an arc and cut off the arm of another Marinko soldier. A red light was floating on the blade. When the scimitar cut off the soldier's arm, a red light penetrated into the soldier's body along the broken arm. The soldier screamed and fell to the ground with his broken arm. However, the moment he fell to the ground, his body was shriveling at the speed that could be seen by the naked eye... The soldier's eyes showed a look of fear, but he was unable to stop his body from being shriveled.

Pang!

He fell to the ground and had become a lifeless mummy.

"The power of the bear!"

Just as the soldiers fell to the ground, a strange roar came from the entrance of the passage.

An evil force condensed in an instant and quickly approached Yang Mu. Yang Mu keenly noticed the danger coming, so he turned around on the spot, drew an arc of light to force others to open the other person, and threw the bayonet in his hand out.

The bayonet turned into a stream of light and whistled out.

In the dark night, a huge phantom could be seen vaguely rushing towards him.

The bayonet flew out, and the phantom raised his hand and slapped it on the bayonet. The bayonet made of carbon steel instantly turned into iron filings and flew.

At the same time, Yang Mu turned around and ran away.

Zuenurah appears!

He didn't want to take into account the attacks of the Marienko people when Zuenura appeared. The most important thing is that judging from the aura emitted by the phantom, Zuennura's strength is not that easy to deal with.

Therefore, Yang Mu decided to evacuate the battlefield.

His speed was very fast and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Damn aliens, why don't you dare to confront me upright?"

Zuenula roared angrily, the phantom disappeared, and his body turned into a stream of light in the air, "I see where can you escape? The speed of the leopard, the eyes of the eagle..."

The eagle-headed crutches floated in the air, and the eagle-headed crutches were shrouded in the hazy golden light.

The crutches rose through the air with Zuenula's pursuit, as if a giant eagle soared in the night sky.

The Marinko soldiers were frightened and knelt on the mountain road one by one, constantly kowtowing to the golden light that was moving away. They might have converted to other sects, but how could the Marinko people not be afraid in front of this almost miracle?

Yang Mu and Zuenula disappeared in the depths of the vast mountains one after another, and soon there was no sound.

The commander rushed over and shouted loudly, "Get up and continue chasing... Never let Little Moses go."

But at the fork in the road, the commander chose to go up the mountain.

Because he had seen Miyuki Haruka through a telescope before, and he saw that Miyuki Haruka left this road.

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Yang Mu ran in the dense forest with his familiarity with Ningba Mountain.

However, the sense of crisis like a stool skull has not subsided, but has become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

"This Zuenula has such a little trick!"

Yang Mu muttered in his heart, because if it were an ordinary person, at his speed and his familiarity with Nimba Mountain, he would have been thrown away by the other party long ago. However, Zuenura followed closely, and at a very fast speed, he was almost catching up with him.

At this time, it was already dawn and dawn was coming.

A scorching sun reveals a ray of light in the sky, slowly rising...

A whistle eagle cries came from the sky.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Yang Mu's face, and he stopped suddenly, and slowly turned around with a heavy breath.

Next to him was a small waterfall.

After many consecutive days of heavy rain, the waterfall was full of water, making deafening sounds, and water vapor filled the air.

Yang Mu half-squatted on a huge rock, beside him was a huge pool of water.

The water vapor enveloped him. He held the crescent moon scimitar, his beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, and looked into the distance. In less than three minutes, a figure appeared in Yang Mu's sight. The man looked like a running cheetah, with a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he got closer and stopped suddenly when he was less than twenty steps away from the rock.

A roar came from my ears.

Immediately afterwards, the person who came straightened up and made a series of joint explosions.

Zuenula stood up and raised her hand, and saw a golden light falling from the sky and landing in his hands.

It was an eagle-headed crutch. The head part of the eagle was made of gold, while the crutch part seemed to be carved in ivory.

The crutch, about 150 cm in length, looks not a normal ivory.

Moreover, the ivory is yellow and moist, and it should be a few years ago. There seem to be many strange words carved on it, which are looming.

Zuenula is about 190 cm tall and looks thin.

The gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, the dark face, and the eye sockets were deep. A snow-white robe did not appear messy because of the running just now, and looked very clean. He stood in front of the rock, staring straight at Yang Mu, and a strange and sinister aura was emitted from his body. If it were an ordinary person, he would not even have the courage to speak.

"Zuenurah, High Priest Marave."

"Yang Mu, Priest Baban."

A smile appeared on Zuenura's face, but it made people feel gloomy and creepy.

"Prince Yang Mu, I really appreciate your abilities and wisdom.
Chapter completed!