Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

Boom!

Grenades fell from the sky one after another and were thrown into the large army of invaders.

The beautiful chosen one below looked shocked.

"Fake Squid! They have bombers!"

"Get out of the way! Find cover!"

"Archers strike back!"

The chosen ones of the Beautiful Kingdom scattered in panic, each looking for a bunker to hide.

But one of them, a strong man wearing beach shorts, did not avoid the grenade, but ran towards it.

Snap!

The strong man's name is Charles, and his magic weapon is a tennis racket!

I saw him swinging the racket vigorously and slamming the grenade towards the two Nanfeng people in the sky!

Cheng Mo's expression changed, and a divine dragon immediately swung its tail and ducked to the side.

Cheng Mo knew how powerful Nanfeng's grenade was, and he didn't dare to take it head-on.

Nanfeng clicked his tongue in surprise: "It's true that there are so many birds in any forest, but there are still people whose natal magic weapon is a tennis racket?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "What the hell, we have a brother in District 68. His natal magic weapon is a fork, the kind of fork you use for eating. Don't you think it's funny?"

"Fork? Could he be the reincarnation of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

Nanfeng shook his head and took out Gatling from his backpack.

Ta-ta-ta!

The south wind strafed wildly in the air.

Pieces of blood mist erupted below, and it was unknown how many people died under Gatling.

The flying sword was trembling violently. Cheng Mo tried his best to steady the flying sword and prevent it from falling from the air.

"I've tried the car and the bed, and this is the first time I've tried the sword shock." Cheng Mo's voice was trembling as he spoke, "I'll try it with a pretty girl next time."

Nanfeng: "What a fun flower."

Below is a mountainous area with numerous strange rocks. The chosen ones in Area 8 quickly found bunkers and hid themselves.

From time to time, someone would poke his head out from behind the bunker and shoot the south wind in the sky.

Nanfeng: "Brother, dive in again, it's too high and I can't shoot accurately."

Cheng Mo: "Okay, we should withdraw after this wave."

Cheng Mo controlled the flying sword to dive downwards, while Nanfeng used Gatling to aim at several locations and shoot wildly.

These places are all hiding places for the long-range chosen ones. Nanfeng had already memorized them when he was in the sky.

Nanfeng's primary target is these long-range chosen ones. As long as they are killed and a group fight begins later, the casualties in Area 381 will be reduced a lot.

"It's almost time, let's retreat!"

Cheng Mo glanced at the time and drove the flying sword to leave the battlefield.

At this moment, a rope flew into the air at an extremely fast speed and tightly wrapped around the hilt of the flying sword!

A bearded man dressed as a western cowboy, holding the other end of the rope tightly with both hands, walked out from behind the tree with a sneer.

"Your flying sword is no different from that of an ox. You can hit it with one set."

Cow bridle!

A cow rope specially designed for western cowboys!

I didn't expect that someone's natal magic weapon would be this thing.

At the same time, the chosen ones from District 8 also appeared one after another, sharpening their swords and looking at the two people in the air.

Gatling was already red-hot, so Nanfeng quickly took out his M24 and aimed at the rope.

call out! One shot hits!

The rope is intact!

"The divine weapon of destiny cannot be destroyed..." Nanfeng turned the gun and aimed at the people below, "Brother, can you escape? If not, just land hard."

Cheng Mo chuckled: "This is a flying sword, not an ox. My flying sword is very powerful!"

call out!

The flying sword jumped forward fiercely, and the rope straightened instantly!

The bearded man's expression changed, and he was carried flying!

Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, and reached out to grab a thick branch, which prevented him from going up to the sky.

"Help me!" The bearded man shouted for help.

The beautiful chosen ones from the surrounding countries immediately rushed over, hugging the bearded man tightly, trying to pull Nan Feng and Cheng Mo down from the air.

In mid-air, Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and frantically moved the flying sword under his feet.

The two sides were constantly wrestling and it turned into a tug-of-war!

"You have to look at me at the critical moment."

Nanfeng set up his M24 and aimed it at the bearded man!

Tug of war? You need to take a shot from me first!

The bearded eyes were always paying attention to Nanfeng's movements. The moment he saw Nanfeng raise his gun, he had already let go of the rope, rolled on the spot, and hid behind a nearby tree.

The other end of the rope lost its strength, and the flying sword ejected, taking the two of them out!

"Gan!"

Nan Feng lost his grip and fell directly from the air.

Cheng Mo stabilized the flying sword in the air, slid down, and stretched out his hand to catch Nan Feng.

Cheng Mo chuckled: "Are you handsome?"

Before Nanfeng could say anything, the duration of [Sword Controlling Technique] ended at this critical moment!

"Oh haha."

The two of them fell from the air with claws and teeth, and a long sword and a rope landed together.

Seeing this, the chosen ones from the beautiful country all expressed surprise.

"Quick, they've landed, kill them!"

"Surround us, these two people must die!"

"Kill!"

But before they could move, dozens of brothers from Area 381 came from the flank and killed them!

Xiao Angran was holding a spear and stood alone in front of the Chosen One of the Beautiful Country.

"Have you thought about the consequences of invading our dragon country's war zone?"

"The first shot: I miss you for a long time and remember each other for a long time, but I miss you for a short time and it's infinite - [Lovesickness]!"

Xiao Angran stabbed out with a gun, the gun was like a swimming dragon!

The bearded man couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed directly by the gun!

In the distance, Nanfeng got up from the ground with a dusty face, grabbed a handful of Qi and Blood Fruit and stuffed it into his mouth to replenish his health.

In the tactical headset, Nanfeng clearly heard what Xiao Angran said.

He couldn't help but be surprised: "Good guy, the thirteen fatal shots are here?"

Cheng Mo limped over: "Nonsense, he just wanted to show off."

Nanfeng said: "No wonder, I said, this is not a movie, there is no need to shout out skills, how embarrassing."

"That's it."

Cheng Mo nodded in agreement, put two fingers of his right hand together, and shouted: "Sword, go!"

Nanfeng: "..."

The flying sword made a sword flower in the air, rushed away, rushed into the crowd, and harvested the lives of the chosen ones of the United States.

"Okay, okay, everyone is playing cool, right?"

Nanfeng set up the M24 and aimed at an enemy.

Swoosh!

"Silver headshot!"

"Gold headshot!"

"Triple kill! Quadruple kill! Pentakill!"

In terms of killing speed, who can compare with Nanfeng at present?

With high strength and high level bonus, Nanfeng can basically kill the opponent in seconds as long as he hits the opponent's weakness!

With Nanfeng, Cheng Mo, and Xiao Angran joining the battlefield, the Chosen Ones of the United States simply can't stand it.

Every time they kill a Chosen One from District 381, seven or eight people on their side will die!

Charles, who was wearing beach shorts, picked up a big stone from the ground and threw it high, then waved a tennis racket and dunked it.

Bang!

The stone flew out violently and hit a Chosen One of the Dragon Country, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Charles spit out a mouthful of old phlegm, his face angry: "Fuck, there is a strong man on the opposite side, we can't beat him, let's retreat first!"

In this short ten-minute battle, hundreds of people from the United States were killed!

Among them, dozens were killed by Nanfeng in the sky with a Gatling gun.

The people of the United States knew that the situation was over, so they retreated far away with their regiments.

The Chosen Ones of District 381 were already blood-thirsty and wanted to chase after them, but were stopped by Xiao Angran: "Don't chase a desperate enemy."

Xiao Angran was not afraid of an ambush, but felt that if he continued to chase, the enemy would counterattack before dying, causing more serious casualties to District 381.

This was not worth it.

On the other side, Cheng Mo pointed at Charles who was running for his life: "Did you see the one with the tennis racket? He is very strong and must be killed."

Nanfeng frowned slightly: "There are people around him, so it's not easy to aim."

Having said that, Nanfeng still set up the M24 and fired a shot!

Whoosh!

[Penetrating bullet]!

The shot penetrated the bodies of two people, but the magic bullet had deviated from the original trajectory and only hit Charles' arm.

Charles groaned, without stopping at all, and continued to run forward with his arm covered.

Cheng Mo smiled slightly, and put his two fingers together to form a sword: "You still have to look at me at the critical moment."

"Sword, kill!"

The flying sword cut through the sky, leaving a light shadow in the air, and rushed straight to Charles!

Swish!

Thousand-year Kill!

This sword hit Charles's butt!

Cheng Mo's face changed, and he spit out: "Fuck, bad luck."

Charles' face turned pale, and the whole person jumped two meters high, screaming to the sky:

"What's this! Into my py!!!"