When Fenghuang and Wufeng started to attack, Tang Bandit Xiaopang and the others also faced off against Wuying.
Wuying blocked the door of the small courtyard, and his voice was as cold as the mask on his face: "You are all smart people, there is no need to make those meaningless struggles. The ending is the same anyway."
Tang Bandit stood in front of the little fat man and the old man, and said with a smile: "Do you know what the first element of a hunter is?"
Wuying is very interested in this question because he is also a hunter.
It's just that Tang Bandit hunted animals, while he hunted people.
"Don't let yourself become prey." Tang Bandit said.
"..."
Wuying's eyes were gloomy, he understood the meaning of Tang Bandit's words.
Until this moment, why did he still dare to speak arrogantly?
Xiaopang got a little impatient after hearing this, and rushed out with the hammer in his hand, saying: "Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense to him? I'm going to beat him flat."
Rumble.......
The little fat boy running seemed like a moving mountain.
Wuying dismissed this. The thoughts of these refugees in the old land were really backward. They didn't know how much great changes had taken place in Xinxing.
New immigrants not only pursue excellence in technology, but also pursue individual strength.
DNA screening, ancient secrets, and genetic medicines all complement each other and merge into one, and then super warriors emerge one after another.
Some powerful forces or families can even obtain the essence and blood of alien beasts or the seeds of mythical beasts.
On Xinxing, there are people who can break armor with one sword, and there are people who can kill Xingxing with one sword.
But what do these people in the old land have? Lush wildflowers or mutated beasts?
They don't know how big the gap is between ordinary people and practitioners.
In Wuying's eyes, Xiaopang's behavior was like a mantis blocking a car and using eggs to hit stones and ants to move an elephant...
Can ants move an elephant?
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Wuying talks less than Wufeng, but he is also more proud in his heart.
Seeing Xiaopang coming towards him with a hammer, he also drew out the long sword from his waist and blocked it.
In his opinion, the hammer had no lethality and could not cause any substantial harm to him.
Just like the whack-a-mole game that kids on Nova love to play, Chubby's hammer is perfect for smashing the virtual mice that pop up around his body...
when!
Gold and iron clashed, and fire flew everywhere.
Wuying only felt a strong force surge from the long sword, and then spread throughout his body.
His body retreated continuously, and his entire arm became sore and numb.
He looked at the little fat man in front of him with a horrified look. Did this kid knock him down with brute force?
How powerful was that hammer he just struck?
Eight hundred kilograms? Or one thousand kilograms?
When Xiaopang saw that he couldn't hit the target, he wasn't angry, so he picked up the hammer and hit it again.
Not smashed to death? Just smash it again.
Wuying raised his sword to block...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Hammer after hammer, knocking Wuying back again and again.
By the time he realized something was wrong, his back was already pressed against the door of the small courtyard.
"This kid is born with brute strength, so he can't be taken forcefully." Wuying thought in his heart.
He had been angered by the little fat man. He was ridiculed when he was good, and he was bullied when he was good. The shadow of a famous figure in the killer world was actually beaten by an unknown little fat man in the old land, and he was unable to fight back.
It would be a shame and a shame to spread the word.
Seeing Xiaopang hitting him with the hammer again, with a stubborn look on his face, Wuying began to fight back.
With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand transformed into countless shapes.
When Xiaopang's eyes were confused and he didn't know which part was its true body, Wuying cut the long sword in his hand and the wooden handle of the hammer broke into two pieces.
The hammer in his hand was broken into two pieces, and there was only a piece of wood in his hand. The little fat man's expression was dull and confused.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Wuying takes advantage of the victory and pursues him. The person suddenly disappears in the darkness, so fast that no one can see his shadow.
There is no shadow, hence the name.
The first thing that caught his eye was the long sword, which was all black. The tip of the sword was like light and electricity, and it pierced the vital part of the little fat heart.
quick!
Incredibly fast!
Xiaopang was at a loss and couldn't make any reaction.
He is going to die!
clang!
A dagger flew over, knocking the tip of the long sword that was stabbing forward.
The little fat man only felt that his body was kicked, and then he rolled and crawled towards the side.
He reached out and touched his belly, which was round and warm.
"I'm alive?"
After Tang Bandit kicked the little fat man away, he stretched out his hand to catch the whirling dog-leg knife.
The shadowless body appeared in the darkness. Looking at the trembling sword tip, he looked at Tang Bandit with a horrified expression: "Practitioner?"
"For those of you who don't practice cultivation, I'm just a hunter." Tang Bandit said with a smile.
"No, you are a practitioner." Wuying looked at Tang Bandit and said, "That blow just now...was the air control technique?"
"It's just that the knife can be thrown more accurately." Tang Bandit denied.
"No, you are a practitioner." Wuying said: "I feel the yin and yang energy contained in your sword..."
It was difficult for him to understand why he could meet a practitioner in a place like the Old Land, and he was also a master who had reached the Qi Control realm.
Isn't this kind of person rare?
"Whatever you say is what it is." Although Tang Bandit has never been in love, the scumbag's quotations are self-taught.
"..."
Sure enough, Wuying felt angry after hearing this.
The same reaction as the girls all over the world who heard this sentence...
Wuying raised his long sword, pointed at Tang Bandit and said, "Now, you are my opponent. I want to see how strong you are."
"I'm afraid you can't see it." Tang Bandit said: "Come on, let's have a battle between men. It's between you and me, a fight to the death."
"Okay." Wuying agreed readily.
Although he is a killer, he really wants to have a good fight with this cunning wastelander.
He wanted to see whether his sword was sharper or the dagger in his hand was faster.
After receiving a positive reply from the other party, Tang Bandit held the dog-leg knife and rushed towards Wuying.
Wuying faced a master in the air control realm, and with all his concentration, he would use his lifelong swordsmanship to face the powerful enemy.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow whizzed over and stabbed into his neck.
"madness......"
The smile on Wuying's face solidified.
He is wearing a full set of nano defense armor, which makes it difficult for swords and arrows to penetrate him. Even powerful bullets cannot harm him at all.
At most, the neck is hit by some gravity...
But, what is going on?
He reached out and touched his neck, and found that his hands were covered with sticky liquid. What was even weirder was that the short arrow that should have fallen to the ground was still stuck in his neck.
The old man held a dark medium-sized gun, sneered again and again, and said: "I don't believe that my arrows can't kill people."
thump!
Wuying's face was filled with unwillingness, and he staggered forward two steps, then fell to the ground with a thud.
Tang Bandi suddenly stopped when he was halfway through the rush, walked to Wuying, carefully tested it, and touched his chest with his hand. After confirming that he was dead and couldn't work any harder, he smiled.
He looked at the old man curiously and said, "How's it going? I'm pretty good at using this move to attack people in the east and west, right?"
"My move to fish in troubled waters is just right."
"If I didn't reveal my strength first and then attract his attention, how would you have the chance to shoot him?"
"If my arrow skills are not accurate and the penetration power is not enough, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a pig's head right now."
"We haven't fought yet, how do we know the outcome?"
"Do you still need to beat me? Can I know how much you weigh?"
"Then how much do I weigh?"
The two people, who had cooperated tacitly just now, looked at each other with disgust, and then turned away.
Tang Bandit pulled Xiaopang up from the ground, helped to wipe the dust off his buttocks, and said complainingly: "It's not like you don't know your abilities, why do you have to rush in front every time? What if someone gets hurt?
What to do? Do you know how dangerous that sword strike just now was?"
"I know." Little Fatty smiled honestly, letting Tang Bandit nag in his ears.
"You do this even though you know it? Are you stupid?"
"Brother, I'm not stupid." Xiaopang looked at Tang Bandit with a smile and said: "I know you are better than me, but I have a lot of brute strength. We don't know whether these new people are strong or not, so
..."
"So you want to take the lead for me and test their depth with a few hammers?"
Xiaopang nodded shyly and said, "I also thought about smashing him to death...but I didn't succeed."
Tang Bandit patted Xiaopang's shoulder hard and said, "Don't do this kind of thing again, it's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our family rules?"
"Brother, I will remember it."
"Recite it again."
"Fight if you win, and run if you can't."
"Yes, you have to be flexible. Look at the cooperation between me and your brother just now... it was perfect and impeccable." The old man came over with the giant sword in his arms and said proudly: "Just come on.
Little Grandmaster, both of us can kill him."
"I'm stupid and can't learn." Xiaopang told the truth.
The old man sighed, touched the little fat man's head, and said, "That's true."
Then he wiped the hand that touched the little fat man's head on the little fat man's clothes in disgust, and said angrily: "It's time for you to wash your hair too... The oil on your head is better than what I just ate."
The barbecue also needs oil..."
"Hey hey hey... Wait for the big brother to wash it first, and then I will wash it after the big brother has finished washing it." Xiaopang said with a smile.
"Fool!"
The old man cursed.
Fenghuang, who had just killed Wufeng, came over, his eyes playfully flicking over the faces of Bandit Tang and the old man, not even letting go of the little fat man sitting on the ground.
Sure enough, there is no good person in the old land.
"Sister Phoenix..." Xiaopang took the initiative to greet her.
The old man tugged on the little fat man's arm and asked, "Are you full?"
The little fat man felt it carefully and said, "I'm eighty percent full."
"Come on, let's go eat. Only when we are full will we have the strength to fight."
"You want to fight again?" Xiaopang was shocked.
He doesn't like to be disturbed when eating, as it will interrupt his flowing rhythm.
"What if someone comes to attack us? Be prepared," the old man said.
Xiaopang thought it made sense. It was idle time anyway, so he might as well go eat something.
Fenghuang stared into Tang Bandi's eyes and said in a faint voice: "Mr. Tang Bandit, won't you give me an explanation?"
(ps: I heard that everyone knows magic today, and every monthly vote voted for Lao Liu will become two...)
