Murong Xitian suddenly stopped and looked directly at the opposite side with his piercing eyes: "Is the sniper over there?"
"That's right, I know the funny guy who hides behind the machine gunner's crotch. If I blow his head, let him go to the underworld only to hide in the crotch of others!" The Young Emperor cursed.
A bloodthirsty smile suddenly appeared on Murong Xitian's lips, and he flicked his wrist as fast as lightning.
The young emperor suddenly rubbed his eyes, and then grinned: "Master, what a god! The gun didn't come in handy, but my flying knife did a great job."
Shao Yang was also dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. What happened to Xiao Li's flying knife?
The explosion-proof shield that the bullets did not break through was actually broken through by a knife. The sniper hiding behind the machine gunner was directly stabbed in the neck by the flying knife and died.
"Bullets are fine, as long as they can fly in a round shape." Murong Xitian suddenly picked up the sniper rifle he was carrying, aimed in the same direction, and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", the machine gunner on the opposite side fell down.
This shot hit the red heart, the machine gunner was hit in the head, and blood flowed down his forehead.
"It's amazing!" The young emperor's eyes widened and he was so proud, "Brothers, let's do it, one head will cost one hundred thousand yuan!"
This shout immediately cheered people up.
But after fighting for a while, they lost their energy. The other side showed that they were well prepared, and the firepower became more and more fierce. It was like a random door in Doraemon, with bullets and heavy ordnance pouring out in a steady stream.
"Fuck, retreat!" Unable to resist, the Young Emperor took the lead and rushed towards the abandoned mountain.
Murong Xitian picked up Xia Ziluo and ran away. With qinggong, he was faster than anyone else. But with great power comes great responsibility. He sent Xia Ziluo to the waste mountain, and then turned back to meet the young emperor.
Going back and forth saved the Young Emperor and his companions almost two minutes. These two minutes were particularly important when the situation was on the line between life and death.
"Shao Yang, count, how many people are left?" The young emperor squatted at the foot of the abandoned mountain, panting from exhaustion.
Shao Yang immediately counted the number of people: "Master, there are only about ten people left, less than one-third."
"Where are our people?"
"Four minutes have just passed and it will take another six minutes for our people to arrive."
When the young emperor heard this, he was annoyed and yelled: "Damn it, are all our people born in the year of snails? The second brother's people will arrive first. Please inform our brothers not to save money for me. But, no!"
Kill these idiots and don't fucking come back to see me."
"Just take a look." Shao Yang was so excited when he heard about it.
Everyone is suffocating in their hearts after having such a boring day today. Being able to start a war now is more exciting than returning alive.
"Is this second brother very reliable?" Murong Xitian looked at those people chasing after him again, bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.
If they are not sure that someone will come to rescue them, they can only rely on themselves and persist for six minutes.
The young emperor immediately patted his chest and assured: "Master, I can't trust you, I have nothing to say. What you did today is really cowardly, I admit defeat. But second brother, hehe, no one in the world dares to touch him."
"Could he be the emperor?" Xia Ziluo, who had been safely sent to the foot of the abandoned mountain long ago, finally came to his senses.
Murong Xitian was on guard when he heard her voice and his body trembled suddenly. The next moment he rushed over and hugged Xia Ziluo tightly in his arms.
"Do you feel better?" Murong Xitian knew that Xia Ziluo had been frightened before, and what he was most afraid of was seeing the murder scene.
