Middle-earth China.
Northwest area.
There were nearly a hundred strong men holding various guns and weapons, surrounding the two figures.
The steps of these people were uniform, but the movements of hundreds of people were completely orderly, and they had obviously received strict training. The steps were undulating and powerful, showing that they were all top-notch masters.
Surrounded were two young men, one of whom had a strong aura and was tall and burly. He has blond hair, a scar on the right side of his face, and holds a nunchuck in his hand.
The other young man was handsome and handsome, with a face as gloomy as water. Although he had no weapons in his hands, his legs were long and he stepped on the ground in a unique posture. The muscles are tense, like a big bow ready to go, ready to explode with amazing power at any time.
The blond boy shouted like a thunderbolt, which made all the strong men's eardrums ring and they were in a trance. At this moment, he jumped into the crowd, the nunchucks in his hands turned into afterimages all over the sky, and made all the strong men scream in agony.
The young man's feet suddenly exerted force and leaped into the sky like lightning.
A leg was slashed from a high place, with a low whistling sound that cut through the air. While kicking a strong man away, he also took advantage of the momentum and rushed into the crowd. His legs were as sharp as whips, and he kept kicking out.
Both of them had obviously had experience fighting with firearms, and they had the same goal, which was to sneak into the enemy and make the gun-wielding people afraid to shoot at will. .
What's more, although modern firearms are powerful, they still require people to use them. It is difficult to accurately capture high-speed moving objects.
"I know these two guys as being from the Longhu Clan. The blond one is named Shi Heilong, and the other one is named Wang Xiaohu. Although they are young people, they both have their faults."
The speaker was a monster man holding a three-section stick. His face was covered with this weird mask, and his eyes revealed a trace of monster energy. Even the tone of his words seemed to be full of monster energy, which was heart-wrenching. Hairy.
Next to him was a middle-aged man, wearing a jacket. He was tall and powerful, with a brutal face and a ferocious face. The muscles on his arms were like hills. The weapons in his hands happened to be a pair of small and exquisite iron rulers.
These two people come from the Rakshasa Sect, the largest underworld force in Asia, and are one of the most powerful subordinates of the Rakshasa Sect leader. Those holding three-section sticks are called stick demons, and middle-aged strong men are called old demons.
"No matter who they are, since they are here, we cannot let them get out alive." The old demon showed a ferocious smile and rubbed the steel rulers in his hands against each other, causing sparks to fly: "The ones with black hair belong to me, and the ones with yellow hair belong to me. here you are."
After saying that, the old demon chuckled, stamped his toes, and the ground exploded, while others attacked Wang Xiaohu.
The stick demon waved the three-section stick in his hand and walked towards Shi Heilong at an unhurried pace.
After a while, Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu, who had been beaten back by a group of strong men, were already stretched thin and in danger every step of the way.
The old demon was faster than lightning, and the steel ruler in his hand was extremely sharp. Every time he thrust out, he perfectly restrained Wang Xiaohu's kicks. After dozens of moves, there were bloody wounds on his legs.
The stick demon's three-section stick showed a crushing force against Shi Heilong. The three-section stick was powerful and heavy, and its power was extremely powerful. Ishiguro and his dragons danced their nunchucks perfectly, protecting their entire bodies, but blood was drawn from the tiger's mouth. Fifty moves at most will lead to defeat.
Both the old demon and the stick demon were far superior to Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu in terms of martial arts and experience, not to mention that there were snipers on the side. A bullet made the two of them terrified. They lost sight of one thing and retreated steadily.
"You two boys, if you dare to interfere with the affairs of the Rakshasa Cult, you will die today." The old demon smiled ferociously, and the steel ruler in his hand danced faster: "No one can save you, you will only die."
Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu retreated steadily. Under the offensive of the two masters of the Rakshasa Cult, they retreated steadily and their bodies were on the verge of collapse. Especially Shi Heilong, who was hit in the lower abdomen by a bullet, and blood flowed out gurglingly. His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was on the verge of collapse.
A trace of regret could not help but arise in the two of them.
Wang Xiaohu is a disciple of the Longhu Clan. He was taught by the martial arts master Wang Jianglong since he was a child. He is a handsome young man. The other Shi Heilong studied martial arts under various teachers, and his martial arts skills were extremely mixed. In the end, he also became a disciple of Wang Jianglong.
In half a month, the two of them went to visit a senior on the order of their master, and met someone from the Rakshasa cult on the way.
The Rakshasa Cult is the largest underworld force in Asia. It commits all kinds of evil and has infected most of Asia. It is in confrontation with the Black Dragon Society in the United States.
Wang Xiaohu and Shi Heilong were disciples of the righteous path, with righteous hearts and young arrogance. They boasted of their own skills. Naturally, it was possible to escape either by the Rakshasa leader himself or by being surrounded by an army. So, So I secretly followed the masters of the Rakshasa Cult and followed them all the way here, and found that the masters of the Rakshasa Cult seemed to be digging for something.
Before they could figure out the specific situation, they were discovered by the Rakshasa cult masters stationed here and hunted them down at all costs, which led to the current scene.
Boom! !
Just as Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu became more and more desperate.
Sounds like rolling thunder sounded in the distance, the wind and thunder were strong, and the surrounding "trees" roared.
Everyone was shocked for a moment, feeling panic for no reason, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the thunder.
I saw air waves in the distance rolling like waves, rising one after another. The thunder became more and more alarming, moving at lightning speed from far to near, getting louder and louder, roaring heavily, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. swept over.
Immediately afterwards, everyone faintly saw a black figure stepping on the wind and thunder, crossing over from a distance with an arrogant and arrogant attitude.
The ground roared, and wherever the figure passed, a long and violent dragon of air rolled up. Countless earth, wood, grass and rocks were raised high in the strong wind, rising tens of meters in height behind the figure like a curtain.
At this moment, everything in the world seemed to be trembling.
But all the original fighting had stopped, and everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence, their scalps numb.
Then, the figure suddenly crossed in front of them, and the invisible wave of air dissipated instantly.
But all the original fighting had stopped, and everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence, their scalps numb.
In a flash of lightning, they saw a figure approaching them.
Just when everyone was worried about whether they would be swept away by the long dragon of air waves, the figure suddenly stopped, moving like thunder and thunder, and turned into the silence of a mountain.
The air wave behind him instantly dispersed and disappeared, as if it was being suppressed by an invisible big hand.
"Hello, does anyone know this location?" The figure picked up a map, pointed with his finger, and asked with a smile.
