After taking the Qi and Blood Fruit, Cheng Mo's health began to slowly recover.
Cheng Mo pointed to the branch at the foot of the wind: "Brother, make some room for me. My skill time is almost up."
Hearing this, Nan Feng took two steps to the side, and Cheng Mo immediately strode over.
The flying sword suspended in mid-air also returned to Cheng Mo's hand.
Cheng Mo let out a sigh of relief: "What should I say? Shall we go and join the brothers in Area 381 now?"
Nanfeng pondered for a moment: "I think...it's better to go back and kill the group of people just now."
Just now, Nan Feng and Cheng Mo were ambushed by the chosen ones from District 8, and almost capsized in the gutter.
As the leaders of District 527 and District 68, can they endure this?
"That's what I meant!" Cheng Mo chuckled, "But you have to wait for me for 10 minutes, and my skills are a bit long."
Nanfeng waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I just want to get some blood back."
The two stood on the tree and chatted wordlessly for ten minutes. Cheng Mo was able to fly with his sword again.
Cheng Mo threw the flying sword and stepped on it: "Good brother, there is no time to explain, get in the car quickly!"
Seeing this, Nan Feng stepped forward and stood behind Cheng Mo.
There were two people standing on the small flying sword, which seemed a little crowded. .八一zw.??m
Cheng Mo: "Hold on, I'm driving very fast."
Nanfeng: "Where to help?"
Before Nanfeng could find a place to put his hands, Cheng Mo ejected and rushed out of the dense forest with his flying sword!
Uh-huh!
The flying sword gallops in the air, with the green sea of leaves below.
Nanfeng grabbed Cheng Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands to prevent himself from falling.
If you fall from such a height, you will probably lose a lot of blood, right?
Cheng Mo looked back at Nanfeng: "Why don't you hug my waist?"
Nanfeng: "Why should I hold your waist? I am a serious person."
Cheng Mo: "The sisters-in-law in our war zone have to hug my waist and put their bodies on my back. They say it's safer this way."
Nanfeng's face contorted with envy.
Hear, hear!
What does this say?
Taking a deep breath, Nanfeng ignored Cheng Mo's Versailles, lowered his head and began to look for traces of the Chosen One in District 8.
But the branches and leaves below were so dense that Nanfeng couldn't see what was going on under the leaves.
Cheng Mo: "Hurry up, let's go down and take a look."
Nanfeng: "Okay!"
Cheng Mo lowered the front of the car and plunged into the dense forest.
The branches blew against Nanfeng's body, causing some slight pain.
There are no Chosen Ones from District 8 around here.
"not here……"
Cheng Mo frowned slightly. It seemed that the other party also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he left while the two of them recovered.
Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. With the help of the passive skill [Eagle Eye], he could easily see some inconspicuous details.
Nanfeng: "On the front left, that's the direction they ran."
Cheng Mo was stunned: "How do you know?"
South Wind: "The fallen leaves in this direction have been trampled."
I see……
Cheng Mo nodded, and the magic power in his body poured into the flying sword crazily. He directly increased the speed and started racing in the forest!
Swish, swish, swish!
The trees on both sides retreated rapidly!
In less than thirty seconds, the two of them discovered the traces of the Chosen One from District 8!
"Wow, Fake? The swordsman who escaped just now is back again!"
"Look, there's a person standing on his sword."
"Is that... Nanfeng? Quick! Take action! Launch an attack!"
The chosen ones in District 8 reacted very quickly. The moment they discovered Nanfeng and the two, they immediately launched a counterattack.
A series of magic arrows flew in, mixed with some darts, crossbow arrows, silver needles and other hidden weapons.
Cheng Mo's expression changed, he raised his sword head and rushed out of the forest again at a 45° angle.
Nanfeng: "Why are you flying out? Rush over their heads! I have even taken out the grenades!"
Cheng Mo: "Horse, so many arrows are coming at you, you want me to catch them with my face?"
Obviously, Cheng Mo is also a squishy person with high attack power and low health, and cannot withstand so many attacks.
"Fine……"
Nanfeng could only put the grenade away helplessly.
If it is thrown from such a high height, and there is a thick leaf blocking it below, it is basically impossible to hit anyone.
It’s better not to waste grenades and use Gatling instead!
"Good brother, you fly steadily, let me bring them a wave of justice from heaven!"
Nanfeng took out the Gatling, pointed the barrel down, and fired all the magic bullets!
The terrifying recoil made the entire flying sword tremble, and Cheng Mo finally managed to stabilize it.
Da da da da da da!
Nanfeng held Gatling and fired wildly at the bottom. He didn't care whether he could hit anyone or not, just sweep them anyway!
What we are playing is fire suppression!
Nanfeng still remembers that when he watched "Lake Tankatsu" that year, there was a scene in which the bombers of the Beautiful Kingdom dived and strafed the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom.
That scene was still fresh in Nan Feng’s memory.
"Let you also experience what despair is!"
The forest below Feijian was plowed back and forth several times by the south wind, and the big trees more than ten meters high were riddled with bullets.
I don’t know how many chosen ones from District 8 died under Nan Feng’s gun.
20 seconds later, Cheng Mo suddenly said: "My sword control skills are running out of time, retreat!"
Nan Feng licked his lips: "Why retreat? Just jump down and fight them!"
Cheng Mo raised his eyebrows: "Are you so swollen, Ya Lei? Then I'll have a good time with you!"
Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and dived down!
Gatling had not yet reached red temperature, so as soon as Nanfeng hit the ground, he immediately turned around and fired in circles.
The Chosen Ones in Area 8 were so frightened that they broke into cold sweat and scattered in search of bunkers to hide.
"Sword, rise!"
Cheng Mo put the fingers of his right hand together and picked it gently.
Under his command, the flying sword quickly flew towards a person and cut off his neck.
grace!
In comparison, Nanfeng seems much rude, has no sense of beauty at all, and is a pure killer!
"Breaking through the air!"
"Tangled!"
"Arrow of ice element!"
The remaining chosen ones in District 8 were not vegetarians, and they began to fight back despite the fire suppression of Nanfeng!
【Shadowless Step】!
Nanfeng activated [Shadowless Step] and started dancing on the tip of the knife!
The enemy's skills are always just a hair's breadth short of hitting him!
Cheng Mo didn't have such a buggy skill. He was beaten by various attacks and was running around, losing his grace.
Nanfeng yelled: "Leave these 15 on the left to me, and you can deal with the 3 on the right!"
Cheng Mo cursed and raised his middle finger: "Who are you looking down on! Who are you looking down on! I'll kill at least 5 of them!"
Nanfeng put away Gatling, took out the [Mountain Climbing Flying Claw] and climbed up the tree, then switched out the M24.
boom!
[Penetrating bullet]!
A chosen one hiding behind a tree was directly shot in the head.
boom!
【Explosive Fire Bomb】!
The three chosen ones who tried to escape were swallowed by the flames of the explosion.
Nanfeng shot once to the left, once to the right, and occasionally threw two grenades.
On the other side, Nanfeng drove the flying sword back and forth around the chosen ones in District 8, harvesting their lives.
Three minutes later, the battle ended.
Cheng Mo adjusted his hairstyle, stretched out his finger and pointed at the corpse on the ground: "1, 2, 3, 4...Gan, one is missing."
Sighing, Cheng Mo dusted off his body and regained his immortal image.
Nanfeng slid down holding the trunk of the tree and started touching the body without even looking at Cheng Mo.
These people are all the chosen ones from District 8, and their equipment is quite good. They can be picked up and thrown into the warehouse for brothers to redeem.
Cheng Mo's expression changed: "Brother, I killed four of them, so don't take them away!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
