The clouds didn't stay there for long. It only took about ten minutes for the clouds to appear on the hillside again.
Under the moonlight, the clouds returned expressionlessly along the original path.
Watching the clouds leave, Hu Ming had the same unknown smile on his lips as the blind man, and his hands kept breaking the necks of the lynxes that rushed towards him one after another.
Under the dim night, there were continuous slight "clicking" sounds, adding a bit of eerie and strange feeling to the night.
These lynxes are all sent out by ghostly people to keep a lookout.
Hu Ming could use the surrounding environment to hide his figure as much as possible, but there was something like smell.
Hu Ming is not the protagonist of a fantasy novel!!!
Lynx is a cat with a very sensitive sense of smell, so it is normal for it to be able to find Hu Ming's location.
But similarly, a large number of lynxes died around Hu Ming, so the ghost man must have noticed it, right?
After roughly judging that the clouds had gone far, Hu Ming no longer hid his figure, shook off the lifeless lynx hanging on his body, and walked openly towards the hillside.
At the last moment, the warhead landed on the only path Hu Ming had to take on his original retreat trajectory. Next.
And the lead bullet... turned into two equal-sized warheads and flew out from both sides of Hu Ming's body.
In time to sort out the dirt and dust beneath him, Hu Ming clapped his hands on the ground and jumped up out of thin air.
"His little master is just playing around. He doesn't have the ability to go one-on-one, so he cuts each other with knives from the front!"
"..."
If Hu Ming's speed had changed just now and he continued to rush backward, he would have been blown up.
"Brother, he's going to kill you!"
Of course, that's because the sword's texture is ordinary.
I turned my hands again, and there were two more grenades...
From the excellent dynamic perspective, Ji Feng could clearly see that a warhead from the 1910s was flying over from the direction of the hole!
Dare to be careless, Hu Minggu immediately went after the ghost figure and quickly turned to his side to avoid the bullets.
The ghost man is also a very ill-informed person.
During this period, the ghost man seemed to also know that a single pistol was effective against Hu Ming, so he just threw the pistol and ran away.
If the front is hit by a mortar, it will be blown to pieces, but at least there is no possibility of survival.
Clang!!!
For example, mortars...
Like clouds, the ghost figure jumped out of the bushes, ran a few meters away, and then disappeared.
A flash of fire suddenly appeared, and a lead bullet tore through the night sky.
And that time... is only the time for seven breaths!!!
Is he making a movie? Gudong!
"What the hell..."
"If I want to kill you, a gun is more than enough..."
A harsh metallic buzz sounded.
But the problem is, Hu Ming really expected that a temporary stronghold in the edge area would not have anything like that!
The knife splitting bullets looks very visual, but the number of times is small, even Hu Ming's physical fitness will be able to withstand it.
Suddenly, Hu Ming's rapidly approaching footsteps stopped, and his face lost its dull expression.
He bit off the tab with his teeth and threw it towards the hole.
Bastard, I'm dead today!
In those years, Hu Ming was working on placing multiple weapons and munitions in the system space!
Hu Ming definitely uses a knife to solve troubles, but that means I am pedantic. When it comes to using cold weapons, Hu Ming will definitely be stingy.
Boom boom boom boom!!!
Continuous explosions resounded through the mountain tops.
The current world record for the 100-meter distance is 9.58 seconds set by a Canadian from the 2008 Olympics.
In just a few seconds, Hu Ming threw fourteen low-explosive grenades with hand speed that was slower than he had been single for decades.
Of course, with an abnormally hot weapon, even if Hu Ming didn't have the eyesight or arm strength, the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the bullet would be enough to break the blade.
Which entrance is the entrance? Hu Ming doesn’t care anymore!
His little master's, the most ferocious little zongzi in the world, was at least not physically resistant to bullets.
Fighting with firepower... Ji Feng is really a coward to everyone!
Ji Feng's face turned completely pale. Is that a provocation?
The bushes on both sides moved forward very fast, almost stretching into lines in sight.
There is a deep cave hidden in the bushes.
A distance of a hundred meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
At this critical moment, Hu Mingxin raised the sword to his chest.
With a flick of the sword in his hand, Hu Ming moved his slightly numb arms.
Hu Ming clearly captured the sound of heavy swallowing in the bushes a hundred meters away.
Hu Ming knew that the Ghost Man was deep in Shiwan Hill, in a secret base under the hilltop where the Zhang Family Ancient Building was located, and had all kinds of firearms.
Before the two grenades were thrown out, Hu Mingnan waited for them to explode.
Judging from the size and surrounding traces, it was probably a cave for some small animal.
Knife cuts bullet!!!
With a loud laugh, Hu Ming rushed towards the direction of the bullet.
Amidst the roar of the explosion, Hu Ming vaguely seemed to hear a heavy laugh...
call out!!!
But, like Hu Ming...
Before Hu Ming could walk over, a muffled sound suddenly sounded from the direction of the hillside.
Today's Ji Feng's excellent or even normal physical fitness is enough to support me in doing such exaggerated things!
But a knife cuts a bullet?
As if he was stunned by Ji Feng's inhuman behavior, the ghost figure hidden in the bushes suddenly made fewer movements.
boom!!!
"Ah!"
"boom!"
Then...
The sword in his hand disappeared out of thin air, and when he turned his hands over, two grenades suddenly appeared in Hu Ming's hands.
As for Hu Ming's physical fitness, it's just a suspense world after all, and there is only one flesh and blood body that can block cannonballs.
Therefore, Hu Ming hardly carried an arsenal with him.
In the real-time eight-dimensional structure diagram in Hu Ming's mind, the figure of the ghost figure had already fled into the cave, seeming to be looking for something.
But for Hu Ming, 9 seconds 58 is far from the limit.
