I Have A Dragon In My Body

In the chaotic battlefield, everyone is defending themselves. In the face of the roaring shells, even the special forces have to avoid them.

But at this moment, Mo Nan stood still there!

He is alone, as if he is dead!

Qing Luan opened her mouth and shouted vigorously, but her voice was far from being as fast as a cannonball, and there was no rumbling sound as loud as a cannonball.

"Mo Nan, be careful, get out of it—"

The chaser in the tank showed an expression of infinite surprise. I never thought that Mo Nan would take the initiative to jump to the gun. The bombing area was killed, which was really a surprise.

He couldn't help showing haha ​​laughter! !

hong long!!

hong long long! !

The huge rumbling sound blasted away before everyone could react.

Suddenly, waves of sand and dust exploded, and the tomb at the back collapsed once again amidst the huge rumbling sound.

This time, with seven shells strikes together, no matter how strong the special forces are, they will definitely not be able to stand it. At the very least, he was seriously injured, dying.

Many special forces team members saw it and were desperate. They knew very well how the formidable power of the tanks on the border was. Even an armored vehicle could not withstand a shell hit.

A lot of their team members are at the entrance of the tomb!

This time, how many companions do they have to sacrifice?

Qing Luan got up from the rock and looked at the smoke and dust in front of him. For the first time, he threw away the majesty of the instructor, tears swirled in his eyes, and my fists clenched tightly. NS.

How will she face Mo Nan's body? How to face the old instructor Jin En, how to face Mo Nan's parents?

The surrounding area was still fighting, but at this moment she was totally lost, standing there blankly, her head buzzing, and she could hear the sound of her breathing.

A team member next to her was shouting at her wrongly, but she simply couldn't hear what she was shouting, or she simply didn't want to listen.

"Look at it—it's the chief instructor!!" Suddenly, someone slammed into the smoke and recognized the tall and tall silhouette standing inside.

Qing Luan hearing this lovable body trembles, his heart shakes, and he rushes up.

"Chief instructor!"

"Chief instructor, are you okay?"

At this moment, I saw Mo Nan standing firmly on the ground. Under his feet are the remains of several shells, and he doesn't know what happened just now. But everyone knows that Mo Nan survived such fierce fire.

And it's alive and well! Even the severely injured special forces behind Mo Nan survived. They all avoided a catastrophe with horrified expressions, staring at Mo Nan's back together.

"Oh my God! Was the chief instructor just helping us carry the tank shells?"

"It must be! Look at the air wall in front of him, if it wasn't him , We are already dead!"

Qing Luan found out that Mo Nan was okay. She didn't shed tears just now, but now it suddenly came out. She went up and touched Mo Nan’s arm and found that he was real. She immediately returned to what her instructor should look like: "Quickly! Retreat all to the tomb! Quickly!!!" Over there, Chacha was even more frightened. He was just about to smile triumphantly. The smile froze.

How is this possible? Survived the shelling of seven tanks?

"Impossible! Load it now, hurry! Boom him! Boom him!!"

The tank where Chacha was the first to react and immediately loaded a shell , Blasted out directly.

bang!!

The huge backlash of the tank caused a burst of smoke and dust all over its body.

Huh——

A shell shot straight at Mo Nan.

The rapid speed is so fast that even if they are Martial Artists, they will be caught dangerously!

The horror scene of explosion has appeared in everyone's mind!

But at this moment, Mo Nan slammed forward!

bang! !

He even forcibly caught the shell with one hand!

The rays of light burst out and wrapped that terrifying cannonball. It seemed to be struggling desperately, but it was a pity that it encountered Mo Nan's palm and it couldn't advance half a point.

The most unbelievable thing is that this shell went misfire and did not explode!

Such a scene stunned all the heretic.

Someone can catch the shell with one hand!

"How is this possible?"

Being able to pause for a few seconds on such a fierce battlefield is already quite shocking.

Mo Nan's palm was against the shell, but his eyes were fixed on Chacha's body. With a light movement of his palm, the shell fell on the gravel with a clang.

"Kill!!"

Mo Nan's body shot, the ground under his feet was also crushed by him, and his terrifying jump actually fell directly on those few The body of a tank.

The other person was still in mid-air, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the blood-eye war gun "weng" that nailed the god's envoy flew back to his palm.

Yuexian is ten extinct!

First Style, cut the stars!

hong long!!

Mo Nan was angry with a stick and gave a tank divided into two!

Then the silhouette kicked another tank on top of another tank. With a bang, the tank was kicked up, and fiercely fell on the tank next to it, and it was destroyed all at once. Three cars have been taken.

Seeing that their chief instructor is so brave, the special forces are really killing gods!

Many of them rushed out of the tomb again and continued to fight with the heretic.

Mo Nan's hand-dancing guns destroyed seven tanks in a row.

Na Chacha had long discovered that Mo Nan could not be messed with. He jumped out of the tank and rushed into the heretic crowd.

"Protect me! Hurry up and protect me!"

Mo Nan is high-spirited and vigorous. At the same time, there are waves of anger upwelling. He follows closely from behind and will be along the way The intercepted heretic is harvested.

"Even if the Heavenly Emperor comes, it won't save you!!"

Mo Nan's speed is too fast, even though he is carrying a heavy gun, but he Still able to leave those heretic behind, while getting closer and closer to the chapa.

In this scene, a funny phenomenon suddenly appeared.

Mo Nan chased Chacha frantically, no one in front was daring enough to stop him, but after Mo Nan, the group of heretic rushed to catch up.

It's too easy to kill the chaser! This guy doesn't even have half of the cultivation base of the gods!

Mo Nan smashed Chacha's head with one shot after catching up.

When the chaser fell to the ground, the whole heretic finally panicked.

The defeat is like a mountain! The group of heretic immediately dispersed, and fled in shock.

"Kill!"

Mo Nan won't let them go in vain, at least they have to save interest!

Under the leadership of Mo Nan, more than a dozen special forces followed him.

All of these people are full of anger, and naturally they kill so happily that Heaven and Earth is discolored!

And these heretic are still fleeing in groups at first, but after reaching the jungle, they flee everywhere, simply not unified.

At this time, Mo Nan doesn't make much sense to pursue it!

And he discovered that the special forces chasing after him were already riddled with scars, and they were no longer impossible to continue chasing deeply.

"Okay! Rest on the spot for ten minutes, then go back!" Mo Nan ordered.

These dozen players fell to the ground on the spot when they were so tired, they were also exhausted.

Mo Nan is not in a hurry, now the heretic is hit hard by this, and they are impossible to fight back.

"Ah, Xiaojing! How are you?" Suddenly, a female team member screamed, and hurriedly went up to press on the wound of Mute. It turned out that Dumb Jing was already injured on the road. She hadn't said anything yet. Until now, she stopped, and the injuries all over her body broke out.

Mo Nan was shocked when he stepped forward and saw that Xiao Jing was hurt too badly. Because of the reason she has been poisoned since, if she saves her life now, she may not be able to cultivation after recovery, or even do some gravity work.

There was no other way, he had to feed the medicine pill to the dumb person who had fainted.

"Carry her back! Let's go!"

There was silence along the way. The setting sun stretched their lonely silhouette long, and the ground was full of heretic corpses, but They didn't mean to stop and look more.

When I returned to the ancient tomb, it had just returned to calm.

Qing Luan ordered all the injured team members to be carried into the ancient tomb for treatment, and only a dozen team members who were able to move arranged to clean the battlefield, and sent people to stabilize nearby The emotions of the villagers.

Mo Nan didn't need to do these things. He was looking at the corpse soaked in the water by the river, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Suddenly found Yuan Zidan sitting not far away, crying silently. In front of him are the bodies of two special forces. It seems that he has a very good relationship with the two.

Mo Nan stepped forward, comforted: "I know you did your best, they won’t blame you!"

He doesn’t comfort people, and he has seen too much Too many lives and farewells, he was numb to murder, and he can still have emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, which should be considered a kind of luck.

"Chief instructor! I could have protected them, I really shouldn't have brought them out!" Yuan Zidan choked and said, his hands were trembling, an iron-blooded man unexpectedly in this brief moment shed tears.

When a man has tears, he doesn’t flick it lightly, but he hasn’t reached the point of sadness!

Everything in front of you is reality! Even if they are a special team that thousands of Chinese people admire, they will die and cry, this is the price they have to pay to guard China at any time!

Mo Nan was infected by Yuan Zidan's emotions, and he took a deep breath.

"Chief instructor——" Suddenly, a team member ran over quickly, with a strange expression on his face, and quickly said: "Our support is here!"

Mo Nan suddenly heard this. It's on fire, support? Come here after all this is done! People have sacrificed that many!

He shouted coldly: "I'll be here, so what?"

Does he have to have good wine and good food to entertain him?

"Chief instructor, you should go and take a look! This support is our own, instructor Pan Dalong, but-they seem to be fighting!"