"He really can't hold it anymore!" Mustache looked at Dorje beside him. The strange witchcraft has been passed down from ancient times to today, and it is feared by many people in Tibetan areas. It is not unreasonable.
Lao Zhao had been suppressed and lost his temper just now. At this time, he raised his gun and fired wildly forward. The sound of gunfire forced Nan Anshou, who was escaping, to slow down and look for a hiding place in the surroundings. The other party began to fight back, and the mustache
After all, there were only a few people in Bian, and neither he nor Duoji were accustomed to using guns, so they were immediately suppressed and did not dare to show their heads.
"The firepower over there is too fierce, this won't work." Lao Zhao fired a few shots and was forced to hide behind the rocks. No one is a superman and cannot dodge bullets.
And while they were being suppressed, someone helped Nan Anshou and took the opportunity to continue walking away. Dorje kept issuing low and continuous witchcraft spells from his mouth, and he used a viscous liquid to spray the shroud-wrapped body.
Drops on the bones. The reaction of this kind of witchcraft is extremely rapid. Immediately afterwards, Nan Anshou's body, which was disappearing and appearing behind the cover, suddenly shook, and he involuntarily covered his head.
"Lao Duoji! Work harder!" Lao Zhao spat, looking a little excited: "Kill him!"
But Mustache could see that this was Duoji's limit, because what he got was only a strand of Nan An Shou's clothes, not the flesh, blood and hair that really came from the body. The effect of voodoo was limited and it was difficult to fully exert it. Especially against Nan An.
It is not easy for a person with super strong mental power like Shou to cause such consequences to him. In a short time, someone almost dragged Nan Anshou forward, while the rest stayed behind to block Xiaohu and the others.
Chase.
"I'll try!" Mustache was a little intolerable. Nan Anshou ingested this memory about Wei Tian. In Mustache's opinion, this was more unbearable than facing a life and death crisis. He had already made up his mind, regardless of everything,
He also wanted to kill Nan Anshou. Thinking of this, he looked at the side of the stone, trying to find a path that he could barely rush through among the whizzing bullets.
It was undoubtedly too risky to do so. As soon as Mustache's figure moved, he was immediately caught by Duoji.
"Don't panic!" Dorje didn't seem to be in a hurry. He quickly took out another dirty shroud and scraped a little bit of dried blood from the side of the skull. These bloodstains were from the ghost child biting an enemy.
What was left was. Duoji's movements were crisp and neat, and he covered the blood and a piece of blackened bone in the same way as before.
He cast the same witchcraft, but the effect was very different, because it was the blood in the body of the person being cast. With Duoji's gloomy chanting, the few people in front who were trying their best to block the mustache suddenly suddenly
A roar erupted that seemed to be no longer human. Immediately afterwards, the person who was cast seemed to have gone crazy for an instant, raising a gun and shooting randomly around.
A bunch of bullets were fired quickly. The people around him obviously didn't expect such a sudden change and were caught off guard. The flying bullets hit two of them. Although it was not immediately fatal, it was still a serious wound. Then
Afterwards, the opponent's firepower was obviously weakened, and the caster had no intention of stopping. When he ran out of bullets, he swung the gun in his hand and attacked the people next to him.
Although there were not many people, it was very confusing, especially when several people on the other side were completely stunned and did not know how to deal with them. While they were hesitating and dodging, Lao Zhao quietly moved to a place, narrowed his eyes, and fired with one shot.
An enemy who was panicked and exposed his body was knocked down.
The situation reversed in an instant. Mustache ran out from the road he had been optimistic about before, Duoji followed closely behind, and Lao Zhao was responsible for containing the only uninjured person on the other side. Nan Anshou could no longer run fast, and Mustache headed towards
After running for a while, I immediately locked onto him.
He and Duoji quickly ran to the place where the opponent was blocking the attack. The crazy man had been beaten to death by his companions. At such a close distance, few people could escape Mustache's close combat. Time was very tight, and Mustache did not leave any traces behind.
Without any leeway, the two injured people died quickly. The remaining one wanted to continue to resist, but escaped the attack of Mustache, but was beaten into a hornet's nest by Lao Zhao who came from behind.
Mustache didn't even say a single unnecessary word. He picked up these three people and continued to chase them. Duoji kept restraining Nan Anshou, and the opponent's speed became slower and slower, and he could hardly walk. In this predicament,
Next, the last person supported Nan Anshou and plunged into a mountain path nearby. There were stone walls on both sides of the path, like a winding corridor. Old Zhao could surpass Duoji with a gun. If he could force the opponent to
Jedi, you only need to stand at the entrance of the path and shoot a shuttle of bullets, and all problems can be completely solved.
The three people ran very fast, getting closer and closer to the intersection of the path. However, as the distance got closer, the sense of crisis in Mustache's heart emerged again. In fact, this time they were not affected or pressured by Nan Anshou.
But precisely because of this, things don't seem normal.
Mustache suddenly fell into a dilemma. The situation was abnormal. If he continued to chase, there would be no guarantee of the consequences. But if he didn't chase, Nan Anshou would take the opportunity to escape. Once he escaped, the outcome could be imagined.
The defense of Wei Tian was beyond the scope of Xiao Hu's sanity. He gritted his teeth, signaled Duoji and Lao Zhao to slow down, and took the lead towards the intersection of the path. He tried his best to keep the distance between him and the two people behind him, so that even if something happened
If the situation is resolved, at least he won't be blamed.
When Mustache approached the intersection and looked sideways towards the path, the sense of crisis in his heart suddenly broke out. He saw that Nan Anshou did not run away, but was supported by someone and stood in the middle of the path. Nan Anshou's eyes
It completely turned into two pools of slowly flowing blood, which was shockingly red.
boom......
A powerful aura that overwhelmed everything and destroyed everything was erupted from the path along with invisible power. This power completely surpassed human power. The gravel was like rain. Mustache's mind suddenly became empty again, and there was nothing in front of him. Raindrops
Ordinary gravel hit the mustache, and the force continued. A sharp short knife was mixed in the gravel, and was pushed quickly by invisible force. The lifeless knife seemed to have grown eyes, and it headed straight towards the mustache.
The beard's heart is flying.
This was Nan Anshou's explosive counterattack when he was facing death. The power was unimaginable. The pressure on Mustache's mind had reached the critical point. Facing the knife flying from the gravel, he couldn't see it. His usually sharp senses failed.
Like a person who has lost most of his thinking. Lao Zhao tried to pull him back from behind, but it was too late. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the knife.
Duoji hesitated for a moment, then just for a short moment, he threw the skull out with great force. The skull passed through the air and passed over the head of the mustache. The lifeless skull seemed to have a pair of eyes that could see everything. The strong wind
It passed through the seven orifices of the hole, making a whining sound. The skull rotated, flew over the head of the mustache, and then fell straight down.
clang......
The skull accurately blocked the flying knife. It is difficult to describe how powerful this knife was. The skull rotating in mid-air was knocked upside down by the knife and fell at the feet of Mustache. At this time, Lao Zhao had already rushed to the front.
Pulling back his mustache, he put the muzzle of the gun to the side of the path with his backhand, and pulled the trigger.
puff!
At the same time that Dorje's skull was hit by the knife, his chest seemed to have been hit hard by some force. He couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood again. His face became even paler, and there was an unspeakable bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. The wizard suffered
Not every trauma can be fully recovered, especially when attacked by an enemy like Nan Anshou, the situation is even more unpredictable.
Nan Anshou was not dead yet, but this fatal counterattack consumed his little energy. The people around him dragged him to avoid the bullets fired by Lao Zhao, and then continued to run forward. The path was winding,
While Lao Zhao was changing the magazine, Nan Anshou turned around and dodged around the corner.
"Lao Duoji, is there any way to stop him?" Lao Zhao held the gun but did not dare to pursue him head on.
Dorje didn't say anything. He was also a stubborn old guy, and he had to get back the losses he suffered. He bit the tip of his tongue, and the blood from his tongue dripped on the shroud, spreading quickly. Dorje shook his hands and took it again
Take out a pinch of black powder and sprinkle it on the shroud.
A green flame burst out instantly, and the shroud began to burn. The smell of burned blood and bones was quite unpleasant. The three people stood at the intersection, unable to see Nan Anshou who had turned the corner, but when the shroud
After burning, Lao Zhao obviously heard a painful moan coming from the other side.
The moans were forcibly controlled, but not controlled. It can be imagined that Nan Anshou was in great pain. However, this kind of technique that hurt both the enemy and himself made Duoji feel equally uncomfortable.
At this moment, Mustache's heart seemed to be suddenly touched by something. He saw the blood slowly seeping out from the corners of Duoji's mouth and the tip of his nose, and saw the other person's trembling body. He felt that his nose was a little sore, and it was just...
At this moment, he seemed to fully understand what Wei Tian said to him a long time ago: I feel very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I will die. If I say something, you may think I am farting, but, really
, whether you believe it or not, I firmly believe that no matter what time comes in this world, there will still be people like Cao Shi.
"He might really not be able to hold on this time!" Lao Zhao listened carefully, picked up the gun and started walking inside. But Mustache got to the front first.
"Brother, you are right. There are still people like Cao Shi." Mustache said silently in his heart: "There are still people like Awang..."
He walked very fast, and Lao Zhao followed from behind. The two of them stopped at the corner of the path. Lao Zhao stretched out the barrel of his gun as before and emptied all the bullets in an instant.