boom!
This time it was Charlotte who shot.
A ball of sparks created a small hole in the ground beside Yoda, and a large amount of rubble exploded, forcing Yoda to turn over to avoid the rubble.
Charlotte held a fuchsia pistol in her hand, but it was a full size larger than ordinary pistols, and there was a trace of blue smoke from the muzzle.
Missing a single shot, she retracted the pistol in an instant, her figure flashed, and she left her original position.
There were two gunshots, and there were two small holes in the place she had just left.
Sweat trickled down Yoda's forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.
He knew some information about Charlotte, one of the former four kings, the biggest feature is his strong intuition and agility. Her flexible and boneless body can make many incredible attacks and evasions.
But this is not the most troublesome point.
The most troublesome thing is that Charlotte's Secret Wu, Flying Needle.
This is a concealed weapon technique, using fine needles as concealed weapons, and applying a layer of compound toxins on the needles in an ingenious way.
As long as it is rubbed to one point, it is certain to die from the poison, and even Charlotte herself has no antidote.
Moreover, this flying probe is a special structure, and there is no sound after shooting.
"It seems that this time it's really a disaster." Yoda murmured in a low voice, tightening the silk thread in his hand, the muzzles of the eight sniper rifles moved slightly. At the same time, there was a slight clicking sound, as if it was adjusting something.
This is the true secret that Dragon King Yoda has never revealed, the true secret that no living person has ever seen. But now he wasn't going to hide either.
At the same time, Charlotte on the edge of the roof suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and before he had time to think about it, he fell back and fell directly downstairs.
Boom! !
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Garen stopped immediately and looked in the direction of the sound from inside the manor.
The gunshots over the manor had gradually faded away, and it was obvious that the fierce battle had almost come to an end.
This dull gunshot was completely different from the previous one, giving off a weird sense of dullness.
Garen scanned the surroundings left and right. The ground was covered with bullet craters and blood. The corpses of soldiers and killers were scattered all over the place. Some buildings were already on fire. The fire burned the wood inside, making crackling noises.
The entire originally beautiful manor has completely turned into a dead zone. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Garen frowned slightly as he stepped over the two wrestled corpses.
Even though he has been through so many fights and his hands are covered with blood, seeing such a tragic small battlefield now, he still has a faint sense of unreality in his heart.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary young man, an office worker. After arriving in this world, he began to pursue martial arts, but he reached this point unknowingly.
He is a powerful fighter born of talent and ability, and he is already at the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. From an ordinary person to a fighter who can only kill with a raised hand, even he did not expect such a huge span at the beginning.
Walking in the increasingly quiet manor, there were only occasional gunshots in the distance.
Garen suddenly saw a corpse whose waist had been cut off by a machine gun. This was a young male soldier. His eyes were open, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on.
This machine gun is a positional heavy machine gun. Garen scanned the craters hit on the ground and roughly estimated it.
"If five heavy machine guns hit me in the same direction, the impact force is estimated to be able to block my progress. This is the power of thermal weapons."
He sighed, and quickly ran towards the lawn in the center of the manor. That is the place where the final assembly was agreed, and Ai Ruixi, Sulin Dragon King and others will run to gather here.
Because the chief of the Secret Service and Su Lin's father and other strongest forces are concentrated here.
After running for a short time, a few surviving green-clothed killers were picked up on the road. Soon rushed to the central lawn.
A large area of the lawn seemed to have been shoveled away by a bulldozer. The green grass was completely turned into black mud, and the ground was full of traces of explosions.
Garen walked to the edge of the shoveled turf, squatted down and turned it over.
"What a fierce fight!"
He murmured under his breath.
"An old master who is at least fifty or sixty years old can still have such a powerful explosive power." He is also a fighter himself, so he can naturally see some traces of fighting from these residual traces. "Compared to the king general just now, he is a completely different person!"
Snapped!
Suddenly there was a flapping sound from a distance.
Without hesitation, Garen got up and rushed in that direction. There was a small lonely church with a silver cross on top of a white spire.
With a bang, he knocked open the main door of the church. Garen stopped abruptly, his expression changed.
The vaulted hall of the church was a mess.
Su Lin's father, Lieutenant General Kron, and another bald man with a beard were half lying in the corners on both sides. The bodies of the two were covered with blood, and there were also human body stumps and internal organs everywhere around the ground.
The red carpet became more and more bloody and dark red.
In addition to Kron and the other two, Erici and a few guards stood in front of the two generals with fear on their faces. They were trembling slightly with their guns in their hands. He stared fixedly at a figure in a black cloak squatting halfway in the middle of the red carpet.
"Another person is here?"
The black cloak stood up, his voice hoarse. A little bit of blood slowly dripped from the edge of the black leather boots under his feet, and he was obviously injured.
Garen narrowed his eyes, and was about to speak, when suddenly a wall not far from the church was arched open on the ground, and three people came out, it was Sulin, Dragon King Yoda, and the colonel.
"Anshaluo!" As soon as Dragon King Yoda got out, he saw the black cloak standing in the center at a glance, and then looked at the situation around him, his expression changed suddenly.
"Yoda, long time no see." An Shaluo looked at the Dragon King, without a trace of ups and downs in his voice. "Unfortunately, you finally stood opposite me."
"You should have killed me after all these years." The Dragon King calmed down and replied coldly. "Too bad you didn't."
"Where's Charlotte?" An Shaluo asked suddenly.
"I was injured and ran away. I won't come to support you again in a short time." Yoda pulled his hand, and the eight heavy snipers instantly formed a fan shape, aiming at Ansha Luo's body and all surrounding areas.
"At this point in the fight, the victory has already been decided." An Shaluo looked away and landed on Lieutenant General Kron who was leaning against the corner. "Hand over the things, Lieutenant General Crohn."
"I didn't expect your spear skills to be as terrifying as martial arts. You are indeed the leader of the strongest killer organization." Crohn sneered, "You can take things, but not here. It's in another place farther away."
"My martial arts have reached the point where there is no increase or decrease." An Shaluo said indifferently, "There is no martial artist in the world who can beat me. Even Palosha is still at my level."
He said lightly, with a domineering air in his tone.
"I've reached the realm of transcendence and holiness, but unfortunately... still can't resist the scouring of time." He raised his head high, and finally lifted the black cloak covering his head.
This is a thin old man with a white beard, his hair is completely white, his eyebrows are also white, and the strangest thing is that his eyes are also white!
The skin on his face is wrinkled like old tree bark, obviously it has passed away, at least seventy or eighty years old.
"Golden Sword Seat, the key to unlocking a higher level of martial arts in the legend, is now my only hope." An Shaluo stared at Kron calmly, "I am nearly eighty years old. I don't have time to find myself anymore. path of."
"Why are you talking so much?" Garen interrupted him directly, and took a step forward, "Win or lose, let's talk about it!"
Before he could pronounce the words, he rushed over quickly and stomped hard on the ground.
There was a bang in the whole church, and the huge sound wave seemed to shake the church down in an instant.
Everyone's eardrums were roaring, full of fine humming, which was caused by temporary ear deafness.
I saw Garen rushing forward with a stride, and the sound of the wind on his body could be heard faintly like the neighing of an elephant. The palm of the handle was chopped from top to bottom, and the whistling sound of an elephant's trunk was faintly heard in the air.
As soon as Garen entered, he felt a powerful invisible aura faintly suppressing the entire church. There was a phantom of a lion crouching slowly on this Anshaluo. That's a mental phantom created by a powerful spirit. When An Shaluo didn't erupt, ordinary martial artists couldn't see the situation.
But as soon as Garen entered the door, he felt that this man's courage was almost the same as his own, and he could still maintain such a strong physique when he was close to eighty years old.
This courage is much stronger than Andreira's, and it can already be compared with him now.
"Junior! Do you think I can take advantage of my injury?" An Shaluo sneered and turned around, "The newly entered fighter level is trying to challenge the senior. I don't know how to live or die!"
He clapped his hands lightly, and landed on the side of Garen's knife. Pat lightly.
Snapped!
Garen was stunned, the knife in his hand contained more than half of his strength, yet he was deflected by the opponent's light slap.
Boom!
A bomb crater appeared in front of Anshaluo's toes, but he narrowly avoided it easily.
The nearly eighty-year-old man stretched out his palm, neither fast nor slow, but it was impossible to dodge. He swung away from Garen's other hand and patted his chest lightly.
"Lock!" He shouted in a low voice.
Garen's body froze in place as if struck by lightning.
He felt his chest suddenly became stiff, completely disobedient, as if his flesh and blood had suddenly turned into a cold and hard stone.
"Young people, martial arts, don't just rely on strength to win."
An Shaluo took a step back with a calm expression.
"I'll talk about it if I win!!" Garen grinned grimly, and his body suddenly swelled, growing from 1.7 meters to 1.9 meters in an instant.
shoot! tread! Dump! !
Three forms in one!
Garen shot out with his right elbow, stepped on his foot, and the whole ground shook slightly again, and the elbow turned into an arc in disguise, changing from a shooting shape to a throwing shape suddenly.
(end of this chapter)