The position he was standing just now was covered with bullet holes, and the location distance of each single hole was extremely evenly distributed.

"Da da da da!"

The gunshots continued, and the bullet holes chased the warriors in black and continued to extend.

It was not until he hid behind the big tree next to him that the gunfire finally stopped.

A few drops of blood were left on the ground. Although they were all avoided, the black-clad warrior was also scratched by bullets.

"This guy who is like wood can even know gun skills!"

The bald man who was watching the game was a little surprised, but there was a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

"Mr. Shen, do you want me to help Song Tian!"

The strange woman in the shadow of the tree spoke, her voice was like an owl in the middle of the night, sharp and sharp.

"No, if you can't even handle this garbage, then he is a waste. Our Dragon Emperor Guard never needs waste."

Shen Lang smiled.

It seemed that he was stimulated by Shen Lang's words that the black-clad warrior Song Tian shook his body and disappeared.

"when!"

Ah Hu instantly waved his sword and blocked him, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

He felt a huge force coming from his hand. Song Tian held two samurai swords, one long and one short, and crossed them and slashed them.

The sword light flashed by, and Ah Hu blocked the sword.

But there was a shallow knife mark on the right hand holding the Nine-ring Sword.

A trace of black liquid oozed out, but fortunately Ah Hu was in an iron corpse and was invulnerable to swords and guns.

Otherwise, his hand would be broken just now.

Song Tian then slashed several times, and was blocked by Ah Hu.

When it comes to speed, Song Tian slightly surpassed Ah Hu.

"Song Tian! Are you not the strongest assassin in the legend? Why can't you even handle a wooden man first?"

While Shen Lang spoke, his eyes flashed with spirit.

After being stimulated, Song Tian's expression became more and more crazy.

He howled at Ah Hu like crazy: "I want to cut you open with one knife!"

But Ah Hu was still dumb and counterattacked when he saw a move.

Seeing Song Tian getting more and more crazy, the strange woman under the shadow of the tree frowned and said:

"Mr. Shen, Song Tian is sick again... It seems that he still can't completely suppress the side effects of the z virus... If this happens, he may kill everything he sees..."

Bald Shen Lang looked at all this silently and said lightly: "He wants to be crazy, so let him be crazy. Just let me see how the side effects of the z virus can reach. It's better for him to be crazy."

"Ao!"

Song Tian howled wildly, waved the two samurai swords in his hand, and turned into two terrifying sword wheels, crushing Ah Hu hard.

Ah Hu refused to retreat but advanced. The miniature submachine gun in his left hand shook over him, and there were dinging sounds, and the slight rushing was cut into pieces by Song Tian.

And Ah Hu had already disappeared among the two sword wheels.

Blood splashes everywhere!

At the same time, a muffled groan sounded!

The two kept colliding and wandering, turning into more than a dozen figures out of thin air, and it looked like several Song Tian and Ah Hu were fighting.

"Swish!"

The samurai sword flashed, and Ah Hu had no time to dodge.
Chapter completed!