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Chapter 1891 Question ([-])

The moment the warrior monks rushed out, the man ran towards more than 20 warrior monks. While the warrior monks raised their guns to shoot, he also pulled out the double guns at his waist. After all, if you fire one step faster, countless tongues of flame will emerge. Such tongues of flame represent the high-temperature air flow brought up by the bullet at the moment it is released from the chamber, and the speed that has already surpassed the speed of sound, which contains the terrifying kinetic energy of the bullet. body, in front of the angry bullets, everything will be torn to pieces.

Of course, not everyone will be torn into pieces when faced with bullets. The man with two guns moved around, and in such a hail of bullets, he was unscathed. It is the gun fighting technique that can avoid bullets. Even Jie Chen, who was standing at the end with a calm face, couldn't help frowning.

"Come on, come on, the more firepower the better, haha, let me have a good time!" The man was actually laughing, and the two guns fired in circles and crossed fire. Most warrior monks did not reach the level of being able to evade bullets in advance At this point, many people were shot immediately, and they were all killed in one blow. There was no chance of any luck at all. The opponent's marksmanship and strength had reached an unimaginable level.

The warrior monk who used the wall as a cover kept pouring firepower at the man, and the man jumped up and down. At this moment, the surrounding walls became a powerful help for him to dodge, and his movement was so fast that he could only see black shadows. Everyone thought he was The position of the arrow will be shot in the air, and then the bullets from his hand will continue to shoot out, passing through the forehead of the warrior monk, dragging a series of spiral blood arrows, and spraying out from the back of the head.

The power of the double guns in his hands is extremely powerful, to be precise, they are extremely penetrating, and although the two double guns are designed with modern workmanship, there are simple patterns on the body of the guns, and the bullets fired are also long. The shuttle type is specially suitable for assassination. He doesn't even look at the warrior monk hiding behind the wall. He raises his hand and shoots the gun. The bullet can easily penetrate the wall and shoot through the warrior monk's temple.

From the very beginning of the vigorous gunshots to now, the firepower has been more than half, and the gunfire is no longer so intensive, and the smell of blood and sulfur is everywhere, as well as the fallen warrior monk. The man jumped on the wall with both feet, and kicked back. Quickly passing through the air, both guns fired at the same time. Before the four warrior monks had time to shoot, they all hit the head one after another, fell to the ground and died, but their bodies were still in convulsions.

"Hey hey hey hey. Hahahaha. Is this the strongest army monk in Dalin Temple? I thought it was amazing, so cool! I've never been so happy before!"

The man landed on the ground, and at the same time his body spun, and he shot out from the ground like a spring, soaring towards the two warrior monks who raised their guns to shoot. The next moment, the two guns were pressed against the heads of the two warrior monks, one left and the other right, and the two guns were casually aligned. The scene was frozen, and the two warrior monks did not dare to move any more. The fear of death was like ice Usually, from their spine to the whole body, the man chuckled and said, "A question, what is the greatest charm of war?"

"Don't, don't." The two men murmured and shook their heads. They were both new warrior monks. They had experienced the massacre scenes before and the imminent death now, and their human instincts made them beg for mercy.

Pong!Pong!
Accompanied by the gunshot, two streams of blood splashed out from the back of the warrior monk's head, forming a strange and beautiful stream, like a blooming flower of death. The two warrior monks knelt down from their original positions, slipped and fell to the ground, with two blood on the back of their heads big hole.

"The answer is wrong. The greatest charm of war lies in death!" the man said lightly, with a grin on his face.

Gui Zhong and Gui Yu hid in the corner of the wall, seeing everything in front of them, they couldn't believe it, but during these few ups and downs, a team of warrior monks was almost wiped out, and the opponent was just one person with two guns, you know One war monk in Dalin Temple is equivalent to two or three national elite units, and one elite unit is equivalent to seven or eight special forces.The team of twenty or so monks was wiped out in an instant, and the opponent was too terrifying.

Gui Zhong and Gui Yu belonged to the guards of the war monks who were guarding against anger. They were the new generation of warrior monks who were selected together this time. They faced such a terrible and bloody battle as soon as they came, but the two of them were fearless and stood in the corner Li nodded to each other, and then they both turned out of the cover. The submachine guns in their hands were their extended hands, and the bullets were shot at the man with the same point of impact.

The man chuckled, and calmly disappeared above the ballistic trajectory of Gui Zhong and Gui Yu. While moving strangely, he reloaded a new magazine for the two guns.

Gui Zhong and Gui Yu's vests were full of sweat. They were obviously aiming at the route that the opponent must pass and where they were, but they were easily dodged by the opponent every time, and he also calmly replaced the two guns with a new round of ammunition. Clip, the whole process is as leisurely as a walk.

The bullets from the submachine gun ran out quickly, Gui Yu dropped the gun, pulled out the pistol from between his trouser legs, raised the gun and fired.

Canopy!Canopy!Canopy!All the men within his crosshairs would instantly move away to another position. The man began to raise his gun, shoot, touch, and the gun spewed out smoke.

On one side of Gui Yu's body, the instinct of his body allowed him to bring out his gun fighting skills to the extreme. He subconsciously dodged the man's ballistic trajectory, a line of blood was drawn from his feet, and the bullet grazed his thigh at a speed that was completely invisible to the naked eye. , Gui Yu knelt down on one knee, but after all, he avoided the opponent's shot, which was enough for him to be proud of, but when he raised his head again, the man stood in front of him, with the ancient silver gun in his hand pointing at the gun. On his forehead, the totem of a coiled dragon is engraved on the barrel of the gun, wrapping around the gun body, with a death-like sharpness.

"Question, what is the first thing that comes to mind when a person is under gunpoint?" The man's cold voice sounded, and the corner of his mouth sneered.

The time freezes, the atmosphere freezes, and even the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder freezes.

"Brother." Gui Yu looked calm, knelt on one knee, and looked at the man in front of him with firm eyes. The scene was like a standard ceremony.

"No!" Gui Zhong cried out in pain, in Dalin Temple, apart from Li Sansi, Gui Yu was his best brother, a good brother, it's rare in such a place, and it's also rare in this world.

"The answer is wrong, you should think of death first." The man's sneer turned into a grin, and the bullet fired.

The back of Gui Yu's head was bleeding, his body slowly fell back, and then he fell to the ground slumped.

Gui Zhong knelt on the ground with a puff, tears streaming down his face.

The man turned his gun and aimed back.

However, his position was blocked by Jie Chen with a cold face. His expression was as cold as ever, as if it had never changed.

The man fired with both guns, but his front face, restraint, and return have all disappeared.

Just when the man was feeling stunned, the voice of Jiean sounded from behind him, "The Tenth Arhat Xikeli who is known as the assassin of the Great Chan Tantra really deserves his reputation."

Xi Keli had a strong warning in his heart, his shoulders were short, and a palm that could split mountains and cracks passed by the edge of his shoulder. It was extremely thrilling, but Jie Chen bent his elbow and pressed against Xi Keli's shoulder , shot with an inch of force.

(End of this chapter)