One hundred and sixty fifth chapter no one can think of two
Is this the final outcome? Jia Luorong disappears, and Mustache is shot to death by a friend who grew up with him as a boy?
In a very brief moment, Mustache almost gave up, but this feeling of giving up lasted only for a moment, because he thought of Jialuorong again. He could not imagine that if he really died here, what would Jialuorong do?
What will happen to the girl? She is so weak and pitiful. Who else in the world would save her except Mustache?
Mustache has regenerated a strong desire to survive. At this time, the desire is stronger than ever. He wants to live, not just for himself. If he dies, Jialuorong needless to say,
Even Weitian, who is thousands of miles away, is not in a better situation.
Lao Zhao had already pointed the gun at Mustache, but he still didn't fire. His hand began to shake slightly, as if he couldn't control it. Duoji stood behind Lao Zhao, his face gloomy.
Mustache didn't know why Lao Zhao raised a gun against him, nor did he know that there was any serious conflict of interest with the other party that led to a fight to the death, but he could see that Lao Zhao was also very conflicted, otherwise with his shooting skills and skills
, the mustache ten meters away has little chance of escaping.
"Why are you doing this?" Mustache knew that it was useless to dodge now. At such a close distance, he was locked tightly by Lao Zhao.
Old Zhao's hand shook slightly as if swinging, his usual cynical and careless expression completely disappeared, he just pointed the gun at his mustache without saying a word.
Bubba…
An obvious human voice broke the confrontation and silence between the two sides. The person who made the voice did not know where it was, but the voice was like a reminder. After Zhao, who had been hesitating, heard the voice, a burst of cold light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
, he raised his left hand again and supported his slightly trembling right hand.
Bang!
Old Zhao pulled the trigger, but the moment he pulled the trigger, Duoji, who had been standing behind him with a sullen face, suddenly hit him hard, knocking Old Zhao aside, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand suddenly lost its accuracy, and the bullet
The body almost flew over with a mustache. Duoji didn't wait for Lao Zhao to adjust his posture, and was hit again. This collision was very hard. Lao Zhao was hit twice in a row without being able to guard against it, and he suddenly became crooked.
will fall down.
Everything happened in an instant. However, this was indeed a fleeting opportunity for Mustache. He did not bother to ask why Lao Zhao did this. He turned around and immediately ran in the opposite direction. He had avoided it many times.
The experience of passing the enemy's gun is very rich.
Bubba…
The human voice just now sounded again, and Lao Zhao and Duoji, who were lying on the ground, immediately started fighting. Mustache ran out for more than ten meters in one breath, but before he could run far, many people jumped out from behind Lao Zhao and the others, swarming.
He seemed to bypass Duoji and Lao Zhao, who were struggling, and rushed toward Mustache.
These people should all be Tibetans, and Mustache couldn't tell which force they belonged to for a short time. But when he ran out far away and looked back, he immediately knew who these people were.
They must have come from pilgrims, because Mustache saw the Tibetans with brown hats rushing towards them from behind the crowd.
"Why did Lao Zhao get involved with the pilgrims!" Mustache had no time to think about anything. Someone with a Japanese sword appeared in the queue in the human world. The pilgrims were connected with Lao Zhao again, plus the mysterious
Much like Wei Tian's uninvited guest, the situation is getting more and more complicated.
These lurking pilgrims may have thought that Mustache was definitely dead this time, and that he could not escape Lao Zhao's attack, but Duoji's interference gave Mustache a chance. Lao Zhao still struggled with Duoji, and Duoji's
His physique was far different from that of Lao Zhao, and he soon gave up. However, the pilgrims ignored Duoji and all chased after Mustache.
Mustache knew that this was his only chance. If he missed it, he might never be able to escape again. He ran as hard as he could, and his violently swinging arms invisibly affected the wounds on his chest. The flesh wounds were secondary.
, but there was already a faint crack in his heart, and there was a heartbreaking pain.
The only thing that makes Mustache happy is that the rigid pilgrims always follow their traditions to kill people, insisting on not using any thermal weapons, and will only use sharp Tibetan knives to kill the people they want to kill, as long as they
If you can't catch up with Mustache, you can't threaten his life.
Although the mustache was injured, the solid foundation laid by years of hard training was clearly demonstrated at this moment. He ran with all his strength at the fastest speed, and the pursuers behind him gradually couldn't catch up, and were thrown away one after another. Only
The man in the brown hat hides the man and pursues him with his outstanding skills.
They ran faster and farther, and their physical strength was strong and lasting. When Mustache left the village to look for Jia Luorong, it was almost half the afternoon, and so much time was wasted in the middle. When the pursuers were only hiding in brown hats,
When you are alone, the sun is going to set.
"You let me go once, but I can't let you go." The Tibetan man in the brown hat chased closely behind him while shouting to Mustache loudly: "For the sake of more people's lives, you must die!"
Mustache didn't have time to talk to him that much. He had already reached this point, and he had to persist until he was out of trouble. Jia Luorong could only rely on him to find and save him.
"I can see that you are injured!" The Tibetan man in the brown hat continued to shout from behind: "Don't run in vain. You and I are like a strong thousand-mile horse and a sick horse. You can't outrun me! Stop.
If you follow your footsteps, I can give you the most dignified way to die, without pain!"
Mustache still ignored him, but only he knew in his heart that Brown Hat was right. He was injured and had almost no rest after exploring inside the abyss, so he immediately went out to look for Jialuorong. In this case,
His physical strength cannot be as strong as that of a Tibetan with a brown hat. If he keeps running like this, he will be overtaken by his opponent sooner or later.
But the mustache doesn't stop at all. If you can't escape the chasing enemy, there is only one way to escape, and that is: kill the pursuer.
He was just waiting for the opportunity, wanting to run further, get rid of all the pursuers, and then deal with the brown hat Tibetans alone. He had to admit that the brown hat Tibetans were just like the Sangjie in the world, they were both very difficult.
If his physical strength was completely normal, Mustache would be sure to win the final victory, but this was not possible because the conditions were not favorable for him.
The two people chased each other for who knows how long. When the last ray of sunset disappeared from the horizon, it seemed that only these two people were left running. The terrain not far ahead changed, and there was no
Even though a tall mountain blocked the way, Mustache stepped into the mountainous area without hesitation, and then quickly rushed from a long slope into a not deep mountain canyon.
The Tibetan with the brown hat also chased after him without hesitation. When he entered the bottom of the canyon, Mustache, who had been running all the time, stopped. He was sure that all the pursuers had been completely shaken off.
Running affected his bandaged wounds, and the solidified wounds were torn open again. A trace of blood spread from the body through several layers of clothes, making the mustache's chest a bright red. The blood loss coupled with the long-term intense physical exertion,
The mustache's face turned pale.
But this was a man who could not be defeated. His expression and eyes were completely calm. He held the alloy pipe in his hand and pointed the sharp edge at the brown-hatted Tibetan.
The Tibetan with the brown hat pulled out a sharp long knife. He had been defeated by Mustache before, but the defeat was very unwilling. The difference between his and Mustache's skills was not much, the only difference was in the calmness and calmness of mind. For Brown
For haters, the best opportunity is right in front of them to wash away the shame of failure with the other party's blood.
bite......
The alloy pipe and the long knife collided for the first time, followed by a violent struggle. No one would spare the opponent's hand. This was a real game of life and death. The Tibetans with brown hats had some advantages, and they couldn't hold back the pressure.
He retreated. In his opinion, the injured man in front of him seemed to be at the end of his strength. As long as he slashed wildly, he could definitely kill the opponent. However, as he continued to attack, he noticed the extremely intense feeling in Mustache's body.
Its toughness is like a spring, it can be bent but cannot be bent.
But the brown hat Tibetan learned from the experience of the last time he fought with Mustache. He restrained his impatience. He knew that if he fought steadily like this, he would definitely win. Because Mustache's physical strength increased with the constant flow of blood.
And it was consumed rapidly. Twice, I almost couldn't hold the alloy tube in my hand, and almost got hit by a long knife and flew away.
The battle line continued to lengthen. It was a small canyon only two to three hundred meters long. Mustache retreated almost all the way from one end to the other. He felt very strenuous, especially after the brown-hatted Tibetans learned their lesson and fought steadily, leaving him without much.
The opportunity strikes and kills the opponent.
Every swing of the alloy tube is a very painful thing for Mustache, and his arms will inevitably be involved in wounds. The tearing pain makes Mustache's forehead break out with a layer of cold sweat.
bite......
When the weapons in the hands of both sides collided for who knows how many times, Mustache's alloy tube finally flew away from his hand. He had no chance to retrieve the weapon, and the tip of the knife of the hidden man in the brown hat was already approaching him.
"I said, this time, you can't defeat me, you must die, must." The Tibetan man in the brown hat took the absolute initiative, holding the long knife. As long as he raised the knife and took two more steps, he could pierce the little boy.