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.
Snapped!
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 does this mean? 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.
Da da da!
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.
Nan Feng: "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."
Bull 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 mid-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 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: "I am 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 Nanfeng 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 Nanfeng.
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 over 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 thrust out his spear like a swimming dragon!
The bearded man couldn't dodge, and was stabbed directly by the gun, which left him heartbroken!
In the distance, Nan Feng got up from the ground in disgrace, grabbed a handful of Qi and Blood Fruits and stuffed them into his mouth to replenish his health.
In the tactical earphones, Nanfeng clearly heard what Xiao Angran said.
He couldn't help being shocked: "Good guy, are all the thirteen fatal shots here?"
Cheng Mo limped over and said, "It's all nonsense. He's just doing it to look cool."
Nanfeng snorted: "No wonder, let me just say, this is not a movie, there is no need to shout out when showing off skills, how embarrassing."
"that is."
Cheng Mo nodded in agreement, put the fingers of his right hand together, and shouted: "Sword, go!"
south wind:"……"
Feijian held a sword flower in the air, galloped away, and rushed into the crowd, harvesting the lives of the chosen ones of the beautiful country.
"Okay, okay, everyone is cool, right?"
Nanfeng set up his M24 and aimed at an enemy.
call out!
"Silver headshot!"
"Golden headshot!"
"Three kills! Four kills! Five kills!"
When it comes to the speed of killing people, who can currently compare to Nanfeng?
With the high power and high level bonus, Nanfeng can basically kill instantly as long as he hits the opponent's weak point!
With Nanfeng, Cheng Mo, and Xiao Angran joining the battlefield, the Chosen Ones of Beautiful Country simply couldn't hold it back.
Every time they kill one of the Chosen Ones in Area 381, seven or eight people on their side will die!
Charles, wearing beach shorts, picked up a big stone from the ground and threw it high, then swung a tennis racket and dunked it.
Bang!
The stone flew out fiercely and hit a chosen one from the Dragon Kingdom, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Charles spat out a mouthful of phlegm with an angry look on his face: "Fuck, there is a strong man on the other side, we can't beat him, let's retreat first!"
In just ten minutes of fighting, hundreds of people from the beautiful country were killed!
There are dozens of them, all of which were swept to death by the south wind using Gatling in the sky.
Everyone in the beautiful country knew that the situation was over, so they retreated far away with their regiment in hand.
The Chosen One in District 381 was already furious and wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Xiao Angran: "Don't chase after poor bandits."
Xiao Angran was not afraid of an ambush, but felt that if he continued to chase, the other party would counterattack and cause more serious casualties to Area 381.
This is not a good deal.
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."
Even though he said this, Nanfeng still set up his M24 and fired out with one shot!
call out!
[Penetrating bullet]!
The shot penetrated the bodies of two people, but the magic bullet had deviated from its original trajectory and only hit Charles' arm.
Charles groaned, without stopping at all, covering his arms and continuing to run forward.
Cheng Mo smiled slightly and put his fingers together to form a sword: "You have to look at me at the critical moment."
"Sword, kill!"
The flying sword pierced the sky, leaving a trail of light and shadow in the sky, heading straight for Charles!
Uh-huh!
Kill for a thousand years!
This sword hit Charles right in the butt!
Cheng Mo's expression changed and he gasped: "Fuck, bad luck."
Charles' face turned pale, and he jumped two meters high, looking up to the sky and screaming:
"Whatsthis! intomypy!!!"
"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.
