Super Monk

"Kill Takero Matsumoto roared, took out a sword and rushed to the hillside. The sword slaves who survived behind him also roared and rushed to the mountain.

"Take me, take me!" Yamada screamed loudly, and finally two dead men rushed over. Taking advantage of the smoke, Yamada turned around and ran in the other direction.

"Bang!" The two dead men didn't run far with Yamada Chengwu between them. A dull gunshot suddenly rang out. Yamada Chengwu suddenly felt the dead man on his left tremble and then fell forward.

"Ah Yamada looked down and saw that the dead man's head had been beaten to pieces, and only the dead man's headless body was left. When Yamada was shocked, he let out a shrill scream. His legs were soft and he sat down on the ground like a pool of rotten meat.

"Be careful, sir, it's a sniper!" The other one yelled and was still looking for the target with the gun, but a dull gunshot appeared again every second. The remaining one fell to the ground, and a stream of blood slowly came out from the broken head.

Yamada looks at the bodies of the two dead men. He sits on the ground and doesn't dare to move. It seems that he has been scared.

"It's rubbish, not even a third rate opponent!" An ambush in two or three hundred meters away, a dragon security guard disdainfully said, this security guard with a sniper gun, wearing camouflage clothes outside, has been completely hidden with the surrounding environment, if he does not take the initiative to expose, I am afraid he can not be found.

"These Fusang people's brains are really sick. They rushed to us with cold weapons!" On the other side of the bear, while operating the machine gun fire, while disdaining to say aloud.

Half way up the mountain, the Dragon guards keep firing. Two heavy machine guns keep destroying the dead who fight back with assault rifles. The rest of the Dragon guards use light weapons to shoot at the ninjas and sword slaves. Takero Matsumoto rushed to this side with the sword slave roaring. These guys seem to think that their swords can deal with strafing bullets.

The two Swordmen rushed to the front. They waved their swords quickly, as if they wanted to split the bullets. But in the blink of an eye, the two Swordmen were covered with blood and fell to the ground. With their strength, they might be lucky to split a bullet, but they didn't even have a chance to resist the assault rifle.

"Kill, kill them!" Takero Matsumoto roared, and the timid swordsman summoned up the courage to charge on the hillside again.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Bear shook his head with disdain, suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun, heavy machine gun bullets swept out a barrage, instantly devoured the group of JianNu, just two seconds later, these JianNu all became a corpse on the ground, some of the JianNu's bodies were even interrupted directly by the waist, Zhao Fugui can focus on machine gun sweeping, they have no such ability.

"Ah Takero Matsumoto screamed fiercely and fell to the ground. Then he climbed to the roadbed in panic and hid behind it. The tragic death of several sword slaves had made him lose all his courage.

"Ha ha, what a bunch of rubbish. They are not as good as the militia in the Middle East. Those guys at least know how to fight!" Said the bear scornfully.

"Be careful, those ninjas are coming. There's one at ten o'clock!" Zhao Fugui stared at the burning wreckage of the car and said suddenly.

"Take your night vision. Where is it?" Bear roared, and then took a night vision, but he did not see Zhao Fugui said the direction of someone.

"In the land, they use evasion!" Zhao Fugui said.

"God, are they marmots? I'm so good at digging Bear with night vision carefully looked to the ground, this just saw on the ground there is a small bag is fast approaching this side. The bear immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and shot hard at that position with the heavy machine gun. A row of tracer bullets from the heavy machine gun fell on the small soil bag. The small soil bag stopped immediately, and soon a stream of blood came out of it.

"There's another one at two o'clock. You two plow the ground from 50 meters to 70 meters away!" Zhao Fugui said coldly.

"Yes, boss, work!" The bear circled his finger, then adjusted the muzzle immediately, cooperated with another truck mounted heavy machine gun ten meters away, interwoven a terrible barrage to cover Zhao Fugui's range. The power of the heavy machine gun is far more than that of the assault rifle. In the twinkling of an eye, the dust is flying, and one ninja after another is directly killed in the land.

These ninjas used to be good assassins. It's easy for them to get close to the bear, but now they are killed in the land and can't get close to them.

In a twinkling, the remaining five or six ninjas have already died. With Zhao Fugui's warning, they can't easily get close to these soldiers.

In the twinkling of an eye, there was the last and fastest small bag, which quickly came to Zhao Fugui's eyes.

"Baga!" Junichiro, with an angry look on his face, leaps up from under the earth bag in an instant. Just as he leaps up, he tears the darkness like a knife and cuts off Zhao Fugui."Cut in the wind!"

It's said that this Dao is the first unique skill of the nirvana Dharma Department of the Jiahe ghost sect. It's very successful. Even if it's a few tons of rock, it can be cut open with one knife. Chunerlang's windward cutting has been practiced to a very deep level. A few years ago, he once used this Dao to cut like a gale, making the gale turn upside down. Therefore, he became one of the three Ninja leaders of the Jiahe ghost sect.

Junichiro is very confident in his knife. He seems to have seen that he has cut off Zhao Fugui's head and made great contributions to Yamada pharmaceutical.

"Be careful, boss!" A few meters away, when the bear saw the knife, he felt that his hair stood up all over his body. If the knife was aimed at him, it would cut him and his car into two parts. The bear felt that even the military Humvee pretending heavy armor under his body could not stop the knife.

Even the armored Humvee couldn't stop the knife. The bear didn't know how Zhao Fugui could stop it.

"Your knife is a little better than that of takero Matsumoto. Unfortunately, it's just like that!" Zhao Fugui shook his head, then lightly stretched out his finger and flicked it on the light of the knife, which was like pitching.

For a moment, the light of the knife, which was like a drill, suddenly burst out, and then a huge voice suddenly rang out. The voice even suppressed the fierce gunfire around, which was like thunder between the fingers.