"boom!"
Suddenly the gunshot from the front made Dongfang Han and An Zhe stunned.
"What happened to Dongfang Han? What happened? How could there be gunshots?" Zhuolin's voice on the phone was nervous and anxious, but Dongfang Han didn't answer him, but turned his head and stared with a murderous gaze. An Zhe also.
"I won't be so despicable to plot against you!" Dongfang Han's suspicious look made An Zhe very angry.
"Zuo Lin, take care of yourself!" "Dongfang Han—" Before Zhuo Lin finished speaking, Dongfang Han immediately hung up the phone and threw the phone directly to An Zheye beside him, pulling the sword box tightly behind him and turning back immediately. Hurry in the direction of the square. After An Zhe frowned slightly, he immediately followed.
At the same time, a fierce gun battle is taking place on the square. The killers are like cold-blooded demons who are constantly harvesting the lives of innocent passers-by. Whoever gets in the way, they shoot with their guns. These cold-blooded and merciless guys In such a sacred place, their killing nature cannot be changed.
"Suddenly!" Zhang Zichu, hiding behind the stone pillar, picked up the silver gun in his hand and exploded a man who was about to attack a woman.
However, there were too many killers, and there were many pedestrians who were mixed in the crowd, and they became chaotic, which caused a lot of obstacles and troubles for him to shoot.
"You are a magician, at least you have to do something for those innocent people." Zhang Zichu looked back at An Qiqi, who was also hiding behind the stone pillar on the opposite side. This girl had been standing here since just now, with no reaction at all. No.
"Their target is you, what does it have to do with me?" Zhang Zichu's eyes quickly darkened with his indifferent attitude. Sometimes these guys who claim to execute justice and save the world are the most cold-blooded and unforgiving killers.
"Ah! Help! Mom! Help me!" A boy who fell to the ground and separated from his relatives was crying and calling.
"Damn! It's so noisy." When the assassin in front of him was preparing to take a shot at the annoying kid, "Bah—" Suddenly his heart was pierced by a sword behind him, the sword was withdrawn, blood spurted out, and the man was slumped. Falling to the ground, a pair of eyes stared at the front, with fear and shock on his face...
"Woo-" A figure rushed up quickly, picked up the child on the ground, and reminded Dongfang Han behind him before leaving, "Don't hurt those innocent people!"
"This sentence should be said to your sister who couldn't save it." Dongfang Han clenched the black sword in his hand and immediately rushed towards the crowd.
"Hey!" An Zhe slapped his mouth unhappily, and immediately ran towards An Qiqi with the child in his hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) On their side, they had no time to react, and they all became the ghosts of Dongfang Han's sword.
"Damn it! Damn it! I encountered such a monster!" The assassin who hurriedly hid in a building glanced at the corpses of those companions on the ground, and then at the assassin standing on the square without blinking. It was a gun. The girl who couldn't fight by the fire cursed secretly, then looked around and found a way to escape, when she was about to temporarily evacuate.
An icy voice resembling an emissary from hell sounded from behind: "Want to go? Save your life first!"
"What!?" The assassin was slightly startled, before he could turn his head, a sword pierced his chest. Apart from the pain, I only felt that there was a flame burning in the wound, and when I looked down, I suddenly found that the sword inserted in his chest was burning, and at the same time it gradually burned his body.
"You are—" Before the assassin finished speaking in surprise, a scream was immediately replaced by his mouth. He was burned into a fire man struggling in situ, and after a few seconds he became a charcoal body.
Dongfang Han quickly retracted the sword in his hand, the wind rose, and the scarlet stained on the rim of the eye was so ruthless in the raging flames. The way of Shura is nothing but this.
She alone solved the remaining dozens of assassins, and she didn't even have a chance to give the other side a backhand.
Seeing this, the An's brothers and sisters couldn't help but slip a drop of cold sweat on their foreheads. Dongfang Han's strength was not unfounded. As she said, even if the two of them add up, they are not her opponents.
If such a "monster" had the intention to turn around and become a sharp sword against the Federation, it would be hard to imagine what the result would be.