Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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Ding ding ding…

The bullet shells ejected from the gun barrel fell on the gravel ground, making bursts of crisp and sweet sounds, which merged with the sharp gunshots and tragic screams, making people feel as if they were in hell.

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The sudden opening fire of the special operations team members caught the islanders off guard. In the first round of sweeps, dozens of them fell into a pool of blood, while others hurriedly crawled to the ground and began to fight back.

The gunshots became more and more intensive, and from time to time there was a roaring explosion, and a gorgeous mushroom cloud rose up, illuminating the surrounding space within hundreds of meters.

The powerful gunshots and deafening explosions made Zhong Yiming, who was hiding behind a big tree with a Tang knife in his hand, excited. He wanted to rush forward and kill them, but he didn't have a gun in his hand.

Now he finally understood what Nangong Yin had been pursuing.

Some people work hard, what they pursue is money; some people smile and spend money like water, they pursue beauty; some people grovel, flatter others, and even lose their dignity, they pursue superiority; and there are still some people, they are not afraid

Life or death, adventuring everywhere to explore the unknown world, what they pursue is adrenaline.

And Nangong Yin belongs to the latter.

In a team of hundreds of people facing fierce confrontations, Nangong Yin not only did not show the slightest fear, but his face flushed with excitement, because this is what he wanted.

He was holding a rifle and hiding behind a big tree. He would sweep forward for a while, then shoot a few more times. From time to time, he would bite open the ring and throw a few grenades out, as if he was enjoying himself.

appearance.

"Retreat, everyone, retreat!" Saito shouted on the radio.

After half an hour of fighting, the team led by Itato Saito had lost more than half of its members. The huge team of more than 300 people now had less than 100 people left, and most of them still brought

Injured.

Although more than a dozen of the special forces team members led by the two Wang brothers were injured to varying degrees, no one died. The main reason for this was the previous raid and the favorable position they occupied.

After receiving the order from Saito Itto, the remaining islanders rolled and crawled back to the rear, while Wang Qi gave the order to pursue the victory and annihilate them here in one fell swoop.

Da da da…

boom!

After half an hour of chasing, most of the remaining islanders were shot dead, and there were still a few who were still struggling to the end.

When he ran to a swamp area with dense old vines, Saito used the cover of the old vines to swerve and break away from the team, and quickly ran to the right.

None of the special forces members noticed his disappearance, but Zhong Yiming, who had been focusing on him, noticed it immediately and immediately chased him in that direction.

"Yiming, don't go, it's dangerous..." Wang Dong shouted when he noticed his move.

Zhong Yiming greeted Xiao Zi and said without looking back: "It's okay, don't worry!"

"Third brother, I'll leave this to you. I'll take a few people to support Yiming!" Wang Dong shouted on the radio, and then led a dozen people to chase Zhong Yiming in the direction he was going.

Although Saito Itachi looks very old, his speed is quite fast. When running in the dense jungle, he is as strong as an ape.

Zhong Yiming followed closely behind him, about ten meters away from him, but it was difficult to get closer to him.

"Naruko-chan, if I can catch up with him, I'll stop him!" said Xiao Zi, who kept jumping on the branches.

Zhong Yiming directly denied it, "No, he will hurt you!"

Seeing the old man dressed like a warrior in front of him, Zhong Yiming not only couldn't see through him, but felt a hint of danger in him, which was something he had never noticed before.

In other words, this old man is the most powerful enemy Zhong Yiming has encountered so far. No one has ever been able to give him this feeling before. Of course, if Mr. Li is willing, he can.

"Can this smelly old man hurt me? I don't believe it!" Xiao Zi retorted.

"Xiao Zi is obedient, there are so many of us, he can't escape!" Zhong Yiming patiently persuaded.

After more than 20 minutes of chasing, the two walked out of the dense jungle one after another and came to an open area. In front of them was a cliff, and below the cliff was the vast sea.

Zhong Yiming thought that the old man would fly into the sea, but what he didn't expect was that the old man stopped abruptly when he ran to the edge of the cliff, but he did not turn around.

Zhong Yiming did not stop to chat with him about pre-battle nonsense, but instead pulled out his Tang Dao and ran toward him without slowing down.

When he was less than three meters away from the old man dressed as a warrior, Zhong Yiming raised the Tang sword. As long as he moved forward a little further, Zhong Yiming could cut him in half.

Stupid!

As soon as the crisp sound of drawing a sword sounded, a cold white light suddenly appeared in front of Zhong Yiming and slashed directly at him.

This is the trend that wants to split the bell in two.

Although Zhong Yiming had long known that this old man was not simple and was always on guard, when facing this knife, he actually felt a palpitation in his heart.

Boom!

Zhong Yiming held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and quickly blocked forward. After a sharp collision sound, Zhong Yiming's jaw went numb and the long knife in his hand almost flew out.

The old man's strength was so great that Zhong Yiming took seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize his body.

Zhong Yiming's hands trembled slightly, and the clothes on his body were cut diagonally. As the clothes opened, a thin line of blood appeared on his chest.

Zhong Yiming lowered his head and looked down, and then his face was enveloped by an extremely dense and solemn look.

He clearly blocked the opponent's attack with a knife, but he was still injured by him. Although it only scratched a little skin, it was unbelievable.

This time Zhong Yiming was considered to have walked through the gates of hell.

Is there really such a thing as "sword energy"?

Zhong Yiming was very confused.

There is a real energy in Zhong Yiming's body. He has tried countless times to use this real energy outside his body, but all ended in failure.

Since this true energy cannot be used outside the body, Zhong Yiming used his flesh palm to block the attack of Beigong Liuyun's dagger. Although it still scratched a little skin, it can explain a lot of problems.

The zhenqi in Zhong Yiming's body continues to grow, and the dove egg-sized bead is also slowly getting bigger. Maybe at a certain time, the zhenqi in his body can really be used.

Zhong Yiming thought about these questions countless times. After seeing the attack just now by the old man from the island country, Zhong Yiming became more convinced of a conjecture in his heart.

"What an amazing sword-drawing technique!" Zhong Yiming took off the clothes that were cut open on his body and stared closely at the old man in front of him.

"No wonder my disciple died in your hands, it's really something!" Saito took a few steps forward with a knife, his tone was extremely indifferent.

Zhong Yiming was stunned, "So you are Beigong Liuyun's master!"

"You are the second Chinese person to survive my sword-drawing technique!" Saito grinned with his sword.

Zhong Yiming shook his numb hands and said: "The profoundness of Chinese martial arts is beyond your ability to understand!"

"The man named Li Yuzong said the same thing decades ago!" Saito Yitou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a look of disdain.

Zhong Yiming was stunned. He was actually talking about Li Yuzong!

"I think he not only escaped your sword-drawing technique decades ago, he must have defeated you!" Zhong Yiming's face was filled with a deep smile.

Saito Itachi's expression changed slightly, "Do you know him?"

"Of course. I am his apprentice!" Zhong Yiming shrugged.

"Very good! Let's settle all the old and new grudges together today!" Saito's face became ferocious as he took the Japanese sword and ran over.

His speed was as fast as ever. After leaving a series of afterimages in the field, the long knife he held high came to Zhong Yiming in an instant.

He doesn't look like an old man at all, but like a martial arts master in his prime. His speed is astonishing, his movements are skillful and smooth, and he kills decisively without any delay.

His whole body of kung fu is specifically designed to kill people.

The speed with which he draws his sword is quite fast and varied, and his movements are strange and difficult to figure out. Under this situation, Zhong Yiming can only deal with it and is completely at a disadvantage. He does not even have a chance to fight back.

No.

Boom boom boom…

Under the continuous chops of Saito's sword, brilliant sparks continued to fly, and Zhong Yiming's tiger's mouth also burst open, and blood continued to flow downwards.

Bang!

Saito kicked him with a knife and a kick, and Zhong Yiming was hit in the abdomen. After spitting out a large amount of blood, he flew seven or eight meters away before falling heavily to the ground.

Zhong Yiming didn't dare to pause at all, so he stood up from the ground and took the initiative to stab Saito, who was walking slowly towards him.

Zhong Yiming didn't like being suppressed and passive.

Running forward quickly, after reaching a certain distance, Zhong Yiming suddenly flipped in the air, held a long knife in both hands and slashed at Saito.

Boom!

Saito slashed forward with his sword, and after a sound of gold and iron colliding, the Japanese sword in his hand broke, while the Tang sword in Zhong Yiming's hand continued to slash down without any pause.

Saito Ichito's expression changed, and he quickly turned to the side. However, the knife in Zhong Yiming's hand did not keep chopping, but suddenly changed, and slashed across Saito Ichiba's neck.

Saito Yida quickly lowered his head and stabbed Zhong Yiming in the abdomen with the broken knife in his hand.

Zhong Yiming didn't panic at all. He turned to the side to avoid the broken knife that was coming towards him. Then he jumped up and raised his knees to hit Saito's lowered head.

Saito had already avoided the slash to his neck, and then a knee suddenly enlarged in his eyes.

His reaction speed was so fast. After throwing away the broken knife in his hand, he folded his hands together and blocked it in front of his head.

Bang!

After a dull sound sounded, Saito took a few steps back with his sword, while Zhong Yiming landed firmly on the ground.

One drum is as powerful as a tiger!

Zhong Yiming didn't hesitate at all, and rushed over with a long knife.

At this moment, Wang Dong came here with a small team of people. After seeing Zhong Yiming covered in blood, he wiped his right hand to his waist, and a three-inch knife appeared in his palm.