Perhaps feeling Yu Tian's cold gaze, Gui Chan, who was originally surprised that Yu Tian was safe and sound, trembled for no apparent reason, with goosebumps rising slightly, and a sense of crisis arising from being locked by a beast.

This feeling was so bad that it even gave him the idea of ​​turning around and running away.

But now there is no room for change. The arrow is on the string and he has to shoot, "Ah..." While letting out a woman's frightened scream, he lowered his head and was about to plunge into Yu Tian's arms. The sharp knife hidden in his sleeves moved quietly. Yu Tian was stabbed in the abdomen.

"Mom, your voice is really unpleasant," Yu Tian frowned and turned sideways to avoid Gui Chan's silent knife.

Guichan's expression froze, and he fully understood that his trick had been seen through by Yu, but he did not expect that this knife could end this man's life, because not even a bomb could do anything to him, let alone a knife.

Of course, Gui Chan had another trick up his sleeve. The moment he missed the target and passed by Yu Tian, ​​an object the size of a table tennis ball fell from his cuff without anyone noticing.

After the object touched the ground, it shattered with a bang, and instantly a thick black smoke erupted, covering Yu Tian's entire body.

"Holy shit, poisonous smoke," Yu Tian was startled, and instantly adjusted his breathing to internal breathing.

This ghost guy's martial arts are very good, but he assassinated himself twice, but he always used some despicable and despicable methods. Don't look at dealing with these poisonous smoke. You only need to adjust your breathing to your inner breath. The word "poison" is not what it is about. , but a word 'odd'.

If the poisonous smoke bomb is used unexpectedly, even a master who knows how to breathe inside will definitely inhale the poisonous smoke before the reaction can reach a certain level.

I don’t know how many masters this guy has killed with this dirty trick.

Fortunately, everything was under Yu Tian's control. The wind was blowing down the mountain, so the poisonous smoke could not spread to Meimei, and even this small amount, after being blown away by the wind, could not reach the bottom of the mountain.

"Ghost, you've had enough trouble. It's time to go back to your hometown and reunite with the Bull-headed Horse Mian." Just as Gui Chan was about to escape Yu Tian's control, Yu Tian grabbed his shoulder with his five fingers.

Being grabbed by the shoulders, Gui Chan's whole body suddenly froze, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

But after all, he was a master of the Seven-Star Praying Mantis Fist. In an instant, he kept his concentration and put his five fingers together into sharp points, forming a posture of the Praying Mantis Fist. He pointed towards the hand on his shoulder like a pointed cone.

Click.

The power of this point is extraordinary. If you press it fiercely, the sound of broken bones will be heard.

Unfortunately, what he clicked on was not the back of Yu Tian's hand. At the critical moment, Yu Tian's hand retracted like lightning, and the hand that was still on his shoulder was actually an afterimage.

Therefore, Gui Chan's point of view fell firmly on his shoulders.

A powerful self-inflicted move.

"Uh..." Guichan groaned in pain, clenched his silver teeth, and big beads of sweat popped out from his forehead.

He didn't scream. He knew that now was not the time to feel the pain. Masters were fighting each other, and life was fleeting.

"Go to hell," Gui Chan stopped his move and endured the pain. The hand on his shoulder was thrown back, turning around and throwing it towards Yu Tian's throat.

As long as this move is executed correctly by him, no matter whether the opponent is a monster, a demon, or a deity, he will obediently go to the west to pay homage to Tathagata Buddha.

Facing this fast and fierce swing, Master Yu Tianyi was bold and did not dodge or dodge. He actually used a move to counter attack, and competed purely with Gui Chan in terms of speed.

His shoulders suddenly sank, and he got in front of Gui Chan. His shoulders, as strong as hammers, leaned against his ribs, and he collided in a completely brutal manner.

Click, pop...

Being hit by Yu Tian like this, Gui Chan's ribs were smashed into pieces, blood spurted out wildly, and his body was about to fly out.

But Yu Tian refused to give up. His speed could only be described as exaggerated. He turned his body slightly to avoid the blood, and at the same time reached out and grabbed Gui Chan's arm.

Then he pulled him back to him.

"Hey, hey, what about the Seven-Star Praying Mantis Fist? I can also... taste my black tiger's heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Tian clenched his fists, with the knuckles of his middle fingers slightly protruding. Under Gui Chan's shock, he punched him in the heart one after another.

With the dull crashing and humming sounds, the ghost cicada's eyes grew bigger and bigger, full of fear, and its face became more ferocious.

At this moment, he could already smell the smell of death.

"Seven-star supplementary beating,"

Yu Tian had no intention of letting Gui Chan go. He shouted lowly and hit him hard in the chest with a heavy blow, shattering his sternum and internal organs.

As his pupils dilated, Gui Chan, codenamed Thirteen as the Night Messenger, ended his entire career.

Until his death, there was still a lot of unwillingness hidden in his eyes.

"Go ahead, you damn thing,"

Yu Tian didn't have any extra mercy towards his enemy. He grabbed his arm, made a big swing of his body, and threw Gui Chan's body far off the cliff.

So high, so far...

…

"Damn it, this useless thing died so quickly..."

When Satan found the best shooting point, he happened to see Gui Chan being thrown off the cliff by Yu Tian.

However, even though he said this, he was shocked in his heart.

As a fellow Dark Night Messenger, he had seen Gui Chan's so-called Chinese Kung Fu, and he had to admit that he would not be Gui Chan's opponent if he left the gun alone.

Guichan's speed and footwork are just like the legendary Western ghost. It would be difficult for ordinary people to catch his shadow, let alone fighting him.

But he never expected that he would lose his life to this man named Yu after just one encounter. Even if Guichan was killed instantly by this man, it would not be an exaggeration at all.

China is really a crouching tiger hiding... Long, maybe this guy can really last one or two rounds in the hands of the fox girl...

Satan cursed in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time to think too much. Opportunities were often fleeting.

Picking up the sniper rifle, Satan didn't even use the scope and just fired at Yu Tian.

call out.

The speed of bullets fired with a silencer is simply not comparable to that of a pistol.

What's more, the sniper rifle he is holding is the world's No. 1 M200 Intervenor, the favorite of M country SEALs. It has reached an extremely high level in terms of speed and accuracy, and can shoot at a distance of 2,000 meters. The person was shot directly in the head.

Yes, headshots are a favorite among snipers, and Satan is no exception.

His bullet was aimed at Yu Tian's head...

"yes, gomeover,"

When Satan saw that the man had no reaction to his shot and the bullet accurately penetrated his head, he couldn't help but wave his fist in the air, his face full of excitement. color.

Never before has he been so excited to complete a task as this time.

The mission...is finally over.

Although it seemed to go quite smoothly, it was something he had expected, because the bullets fired by his M200 interventionist had never missed a record.
Chapter completed!