At this moment, Long Xiaoqi, who was full of blood, smiled with relief. He thought he was smart enough, he thought he would never act emotionally because he was just a slippery gangster. But now he knew that he was wrong and all his previous thoughts were wrong. He could act emotionally, and once he started act emotionally, he was more fierce than everyone else. What is this? Burial with him? He committed suicide? Hahahaha...

Zhao Ying died and was killed by the ghost soldiers, hahahaha... Why am I still alive? That's my woman! I can't even protect my own woman, so why am I still alive? Death! Let's die together, I'm not that great, I'm just an ordinary person, hahahaha...

Long Xiaoqi threw everything away. When he performed the extreme blow, Zhao Ying suddenly died, and his life became meaningless. Love? It is not just love, it is immortality that you can feel with your whole heart. The more love you have, because love can be copied, and Zhao Ying has long become the only one in his heart!

The fist rushed forward, and slowly rushed forward in a simple and unpretentious manner. But this simple and ordinary punch showed a feeling of storm, and even lifted up a corner of the ghost soldier's coat, rising without wind.

Shi Potian is shocked, one extreme blow!

The ghost soldier moved, and with a fancy punch, he directly faced Long Xiaoqi's fist that had accumulated eight flashes.

"Bang!"

The two fists intersected, and a hurricane blew up from the two people, and the scene of flying sand suddenly appeared. Then, time stopped, the air stopped, and even the sound of breath disappeared without a trace.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"puff!"

Long Xiaoqi squirted blood and flew backwards, and the moment he flew backwards, his face showed ecstasy. Because he heard the sound, the sound of the broken bones was not his arm, but the arm of the ghost soldier!

"Click!Click!Click!..."

The ghost soldier's face finally appeared on his face. He looked at his soft and drooping right arm, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He wanted to raise his arm again, but found that he could not do it no matter what. His right arm was broken, and was destroyed and broken by the superimposed power of Long Xiaoqi.

One wave is higher than another, one wave follows another, endlessly, roaring and roaring!

"Thump thump thump thump..."

The bright red blood donated appeared at the corner of the ghost soldier's mouth. He retreated repeatedly, forced back by the residual power like a tide...

"Plop!"

The ghost soldier who had retreated for more than ten steps fell to one knee and lowered his head. But just a few seconds later, he raised his head again, his face still cold, but his eyes lit up, as bright as a living person.

"Ahem...puff!puff..."

Long Xiaoqi, who was limping on the ground, kept coughing, spewing blood, and his eyes kept turning upwards, revealing bloody whites. His consciousness was confused and he had no idea what effect his ultimate blow could achieve. His hand groped and grabbed his shirt, and pulled it down with the last trace of strength.

"laugh!"

The clothes were torn apart, revealing the densely packed explosives.

"Fried... you... cough cough... cough cough... cough cough... blow... you..." Long Xiaoqi murmured unconsciously.

He had already been prepared, and he had long been tied with explosives. These explosives were enough to completely flatten the area fifty meters square. No matter how powerful a creature or even ghost soldiers were, they could blow up the corpse!

Unfortunately, he had no power anymore, and his vague consciousness made him unable to find the leads...

The ghost soldier stood up and walked step by step toward Long Xiaoqi. The broken right arm was swaying, and the Mauser rifle with a crack slid down his shoulder. He also wanted to move his right arm to stabilize the gun, but in the end the Mauser rifle fell to the ground and fell in half with a click.

In the distant mountains, a sniper rifle quietly extended out, locking the back of the ghost soldier bit by bit. Satan was extremely careful. He knew that this terrifying ghost soldier could smell the barrel, so his movements were very slow. Prince Abdul's order was the only thing he had to do. At this time, it was time for him to execute the order.

Since Spain, Satan has been following him quietly and did not appear until this time. He clearly saw the extreme horror of the ghost soldiers, and even gave up for a while, but what he didn't think was that Long Xiaoqi actually severely damaged the god of killing. The opportunity came, this was the opportunity. He was not in the mood to experience the fear of Long Xiaoqi burning his life. He only knew that the opportunity was fleeting.

Suddenly, Satan narrowed his eyes and locked the ghost soldiers with the fastest degree. At this moment, he didn't care whether the killing god could capture the murderous intent from him, because there was someone behind him! The person who came did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend. He had to complete the sniper before the ghost soldiers killed Long Xiaoqi, so as to complete the order given to him by Prince Abdul!

"The opportunity is gone." A slightly hoarse voice came from behind.

Satan slowly lowered his gun, his eyes full of regret and loss. Indeed, there was no chance. The ghost soldier used his complete left hand to pick up the Mauser rifle on the ground, and stood there like a sculpture.

Walk!

In an instant, Satan left without looking back. His mission was not completed, and his mission was interrupted. The person behind him did not want to kill him, so he left immediately without stopping.

This is a middle-aged man with a quiet face. Standing there is a mountain, full of a stimulating atmosphere. The blue pupils emit burning light, showing his strength.

"There is still a chance!" An anxious voice came from behind, and Golden Lion Wood whispered to the middle-aged man: "He is a hunter from the Hunter School. I have said that his growth value is unfathomable. Now, we have all seen it and clearly see it! Are you sure to kill that ghost soldier in the future? You don't, because you are not the opponent of the ghost soldier at all, and it is difficult to even hurt him. You can hunt the severely damaged ghost soldier, even if you burn your life! This is his growth value. This is an existence that can only be friends, never be enemies!!!"

"Principal Wood, we are on the opposite side. Do you want to see such a terrifying person appearing in the opposing camp?" said the middle-aged man lightly: "He must die, it should be damned. Okay, prepare for it. The ghost soldiers have been severely damaged and are destined to be unable to fight against the concentrated forces in many aspects. The battle will begin soon, and our goal is just the golden train."

Wood gritted his teeth and closed his mouth, staring at Long Xiaoqi lying on the hillside with heartache. He swears that hunting is the best professional soldier he has ever seen in his life. If he is given time, if he is given a chance, if...
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