"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the woods outside the holy city, a gun battle broke the night open.

The gunshots were freely sound, and the dark shadows intertwined under the bright moonlight. The fires in the woods soared into the sky. The deafening gunshots shocked the birds in the woods to flee everywhere.

"San Master, you go first, we will break the back."

While Bai Yi spoke, she quickly changed into new magazines, loaded the bullets, and continued to destroy the enemy.

The man, known as the Third Young Master, avoided a shot, hid agilely behind a tree, and then fought back.

In the darkness, the man's appearance was not visible, only his eyes with solemn and murderous aura flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, embedded in the handsome face that was suddenly dark and bright under the light moonlight.

His shooting skills are extremely fierce, and someone will fall down the moment the bullet comes out of the borehole.

When he heard Baiyi's words, Jun Moyan did not respond in time. (Yan, yan's second voice, same sentence)

Instead, he solved the closest enemies, rescued a subordinate, and replaced the free time of magazines and replied:

"Concentrate on the challenge."

His voice was as cold as the tip of a bullet in the dark, as if it was really like a bullet that could penetrate human brains with killing nature and kill people. Although it was clear, it had a deterrent power that could not resist.

Of course, if he does not cause a breath disorder due to the injury on his shoulder, the effect will be enhanced.

His words are commands.

Baiyi couldn't resist, so she knew that this would be the one who responded to him.

But he still wanted Jun Moyan to leave first, after all, the other party had the upper hand and the third young master was injured again.

The persuasion was fruitless, Baiyi could only devote herself to the battle and protect him with all her might.

As more and more figures fell, gunfire was decreasing, and the number of people on both sides was lost by nearly half.

"San Young Master, I have no bullets."

Baiyi was gasping for breath, behind the tree, holding the empty magazine in her hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black thing threw towards him, and Baiyi reached out to catch it steadily.

But it was a dagger.

As the dagger comes, it is a simple and arbitrary word:

"spell!"

Before Baiyi could react, a figure whizzed past him like a hungry wolf hunting at night with a gust of wind.

Jun Moyan had already rushed out before him.

He carried a knife in white and rushed forward with several companions who were also missing bullets.

In the dark night, they were possessed by demons, working together with tacit understanding, and the blood-stained daggers were trying to kill people.

A series of cold light flashed by, the dagger was raised high, and then fell down with an unstoppable momentum.

As the figures continued to fall, the blood gushed out like a rain in the night, dyeing the dark land red...

A few minutes later, the woods returned to peace, as if dust had settled, and the strong smell of blood filled the pungent cavity and spread to the entire woods.

It also made the dark woods feel a little strange.

In addition, the bodies everywhere die with their eyes closed, making people feel as if they are in hell.

"Three Young Masters."

Baiyi quickly put away the knife, not even having time to breathe, so she hurried to Jun Moyan and supported him.

Jun Moyan's hand holding the knife slightly supported his injured left shoulder.

His entire left arm was dyed red with blood at this moment. The blood slowly flowed to his palms, gathered on his fingertips, and finally dripped to the ground and melted into the black soil...

His pale face was splashed with a few drops of blood because of his injury, and his whole body was indescribable and evil.

Coupled with the murderous aura that has not yet faded in his eyes, it is like the Rakshasa that has walked out of hell, which makes people frightened.

“No obstacle.”
Chapter completed!