It’s not that there are no masters in the world, it’s just that we haven’t encountered them yet.
Ma Yong's mistakes have already taught Ye Qing a profound lesson.
In that battle, if everyone hadn't risked their lives to fight, Ma Yong could have tortured everyone.
The Shen family has Qinglong guards, but the Mu family doesn't have this guard or that guard.
At least, the ancestors of the Mu family were all brave generals who guarded Yun Province so that the clan leaders and cave masters did not dare to rebel against the feudal town.
The last Duke of Guizhou, Mu Tianbo, whose history can be verified, wielded a meteor hammer and had the unstoppable courage of thousands of people.
Although the Mu family suffered heavy losses after the Cursed Water Disaster and Mu Tianbo's death for his country, after so many years of thriving in northern Myanmar, they will definitely cultivate some masters.
If one or two people like Ma Yong appear, they will have to sink into the sand.
Ye Qing's motto is that if enemies can be eliminated with bullets and grenades, don't use knives.
Just as Ye Qing lay on the ground to avoid the terrifying air wave, he saw the door on the left instantly opened, and two swaying figures stumbled out of the door in a daze.
"Fire!" Ye Qing roared with force, and the Ninety-two Style continued to spit out fire snakes, but he suddenly found that his ears could not hear the gunshot...
The space was originally dark and lightless, and the smoke was billowing into the air. Coupled with the difficulty of breathing, it made people's eyes darken.
However, after being forcibly chopped off by Pixiu Yuye, his eyesight had reached an incredible level. Even without an infrared night vision device, he could still see two figures struggling to move forward in the smoke.
Type 92 instantly emptied the bullets in the magazine. At the same time, another Type 92 also appeared in his hand, firing the fire-breathing snake continuously, and the bullets annihilated another figure in an instant.
The Type 92 weapons equipped by Ye Qing and his group were all military versions. The 5.8mm steel-core bullets had armor-piercing capabilities.
Within a distance of more than ten meters, steel-core bullets can penetrate even when wearing body armor.
In his sight, two figures fell into the smoke one after another.
He quickly replaced the magazine.
The huge shock wave made him deaf in both ears. Song Youqing and Wang Xue must not be much better. As for Peng Fei, he doesn't dare to hope now.
He rolled around quickly, keeping his eyes on the remaining four doors.
Suddenly, my body went limp, and my strong legs were already pressed against a swollen, fleshy thing...
Song Youqing held the gun in both hands and stared at the billowing smoke, but couldn't see anything. There was thunder in her ears. Suddenly, she felt that a person was riding on her hip, and she whispered angrily: "Get down."
She yelled out of her throat, but she was stunned and couldn't even hear her own voice.
Ye Qing was lying on Song Youqing. When he saw that she was motionless, he felt anxious. He put down the 92 posture of his left hand and touched under her nose.
Song Youqing felt a finger touching her nose and lips. Feeling angry and funny, she opened her mouth and took a bite...
Suddenly, a burst of heart palpitations suddenly came.
In shock, he instinctively clicked his fingers and spit out fire snakes continuously in the 92nd Form.
But in an instant, a dog-legged knife cut through the heavy smoke and rolled towards her.
Ye Qing was horrified and threw the 92 Style with his right hand at lightning speed.
With a clang, the dog-leg knife and the 92-style collided together.
At the same time, Ye Qing hugged Song Youqing from behind, crossed his legs over hers, and the two of them rolled one after another.
"Bang." Ye Qing's back hit a wooden box filled with rough stones, and then he stopped rolling.
Song Youqing turned her head, smiled brightly at him, and smoothly pulled out the Xiuchun knife he had inserted in his back. After a slight struggle, she got rid of his restraints, stood up, and rushed into the smoke with the knife.
The master of the Mu family who threw the dog-leg knife did not seem to be affected by the explosion. With just a pair of ears, he could identify the position where the two men stopped rolling, stepped forward and struck down with the knife.
As soon as Song Youqing stood up, she saw the sword flashing towards her, and she struck out with the sword without thinking.
"Dang..." The two knives slashed together, and the Xiuchundao made a trembling sound like a dragon's roar, and the blade continued to tremble.
Song Youqing felt her wrist sore and numb, and almost couldn't hold the knife.
"This damn girl is actually a master as good as Ma Yong."
Ye Qing slammed his back on the wooden box and used the force to roll over. He raised his hands above his head, holding the gun in one hand and his wrist in the other. He started spitting bullets continuously in the 92 style.
Just as there was a loud clanging sound, the Mu family master miraculously used the blade of the dog-leg knife to block Ye Qing's continuous bullets.
Song Youqing rolled sideways and saw this horrifying scene, but she knew that this was not the power of eyesight and ears, but the instinctive reaction of warriors who had been practicing in the rain of bullets for many years.
That is intuition.
He didn't need to listen or see, let alone think, he instinctively knew where to place the knife to avoid fatal danger.
Ye Qing fired all the bullets in one breath.
Not only was the mysterious Mu family master unscathed, but he also pursued him and killed him with a single blow before he could change his magazine.
It was really as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, giving no one time to react.
"Block!" Ye Qing instinctively raised his hands in the 92 stance to block the sharply approaching blade. Then he rushed forward and hit the mysterious Mu family master in the belly...
"Boom." Ye Qing felt himself hit the steel plate and turned over without thinking.
I didn't expect that there would be someone as shameless as me, wearing a bulletproof vest for no reason, and it was a flapper type one.
He wore a body armor because he knew there would be fighting tonight.
But this master of the Mu family obviously wears a bulletproof vest. How damn are you afraid of death!
While he was jumping, he smashed the broken Ninety-two Style on the head of the mysterious master.
The mysterious master stepped forward and slashed horizontally, flying the 92-style sword with one strike, and then slashed down with another strike, heading straight for Ye Qing's calf.
Seeing that the dog-leg knife was about to hit Ye Qing's calf, this blow would definitely leave him with a lifelong disability.
Wang Xue, who was lurking in the dark, saw the two men in the battle getting closer to him and decisively pulled the trigger.
The moment the gun spit out a fiery snake, the mysterious Mu family master decisively gave up chasing Ye Qing. Instead, he magically appeared beside Wang Xue and kicked Wang Xue who was lying on the ground and fired continuously.
"Bang!" The mysterious Mu family master kicked Wang Xue's bulletproof vest. It felt like he had kicked an iron plate and his toes were broken.
Wang Xue also groaned. Although the plate-type body armor allowed her to avoid death, the huge force made her roll on the ground uncontrollably.
Suddenly, her body rolled into someone's arms.
The moment Ye Qing hugged her, he had already drawn an Eight-Zhan Sword from her waist. He gently slapped her on the buttocks, and her figure had already rushed out like a ghost.
