He Zhenzhong put his feet down, turned his body sharply, took a few steps towards the left, and then changed direction urgently.
Puff.
The bullet kept following his footsteps.
Several mercenaries who had been frightened by He Zhenzhong's bloody killings just gritted their teeth and kept shouting loudly.
"Hide, see how long you can hide?"
"It depends on whether you are faster or the bullet is faster."
Boom.
Stomping the ground with his right foot, He Zhenzhong's body bounced up, twisted his waist, and spun twice while carrying An Ran on his back.
call.
An Ran even felt the bullet flying past her body.
call.
"No, go back quickly."
"Damn it, he still wants to kill someone."
"**."
The mercenary next to him was shocked. The guy was not simply avoiding, but was heading towards the mercenary who had besieged him before.
No one thought that in this situation, He Zhenzhong actually wanted to kill someone rather than escape.
And that guy didn't expect that by the time he reacted, He Zhenzhong was already right in front of him.
call.
A cold light flashed before his eyes.
The guy gritted his teeth, scratched his head, and raised his hand.
when.
The guy quickly retreated. At this time, he had no courage to resist.
He bent his waist slightly, pushed hard, and pushed his right foot back on the ground. With a crash, a deep footprint appeared on the ground, and He Zhenzhong, who was carrying An Ran on his back, accelerated his body and flashed past the guy's body.
call.
The guy only felt a strong wind blowing next to him, and then his neck felt itchy and hissing, like the sound of water leaking. His eyes suddenly widened and his face looked horrified. He quickly raised his hand and touched it, and his hand was covered with blood.
The main artery in his neck was cut.
"Save me, save me, save me." The screams rang out, but no one paid attention to him, because cutting the main artery in the neck meant death.
After killing that guy, He Zhenzhong didn't stop at all. He quickly ran over and rushed towards the cult members who had been frightened.
He is going to break out with An Ran.
"Ah. Run quickly."
"Devil, he is a devil, run."
"Help."
Those cult members were just ordinary people who had been frightened to death by the previous bloody scenes. When they saw He Zhenzhong rushing towards him with his bleeding head, they were all frightened and kept retreating, creating chaos.
boom.
puff.
He Zhenzhong flew up and kicked a guy away. At the same time, he stabbed the guy with his head, and blood spurted out from the chest of a guy who was holding a long knife in an attempt to resist.
Boom, boom, the crowd kept retreating.
boom.
boom.
"Go up, go up, kill him."
"There are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"
The high-ranking members of the cult kept shouting and screaming.
puff.
when.
Phew, He Zhenzhong reached out with his left hand, grabbed a guy's neck, twisted it hard, and there was a horrible snap of fractures. A cult member tilted his head, and with a thud, the body fell to the ground.
Boom.
Stomping his feet on the ground, He Zhenzhong, who was carrying An Ran on his back, rose into the air, and the head he held in his right hand was suddenly chopped off.
call.
when.
A cultist who was slashing with a knife widened his eyes. With a bang, the long knife in his hand broke. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He cut off his head and landed on his neck with a pop.
"Ah." A scream sounded.
The cult members all looked horrified. Every time He Zhenzhong took a step forward, they took a step back.
Although there were many cult members, none of them could stop He Zhenzhong from breaking through.
An Ran, who was lying on He Zhenzhong's back, hugged He Zhenzhong's neck tightly and looked at his side face quietly, whose expression remained unchanged. Her bright eyes were filled with a layer of hazy water.
She suddenly sounded a few lines of poetry.
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou's frost and snow are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is done, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.
Deng Deng Deng.
Those cult members kept retreating.
Swish.
The little devil who had been standing aside to watch the battle suddenly moved.
Fast, too fast. The few mercenaries around him who stopped shooting because they expected the cultists didn't even react.
When they looked over, the figure of the little devil was already behind the cultists who were retreating.
Deng Deng.
Pointing his toes, the little devil was like a light bird, his body soared into the air, then somersaulted forward, stretched his body, put his feet on the shoulders of a cultist, and used his strength to quickly pounce towards He Zhenzhong.
His right hand touched behind his back and twitched.
Wow.
A cold light flashed.
In one fell swoop, the samurai sword exuding cold murderous intent fell into his hands.
call.
He Zhenzhong also spotted the guy, his eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand.
when.
"roll."
He Zhenzhong shouted loudly and raised his right hand.
call.
The little devil's face changed slightly, and he rolled back and fell into the crowd of cult members. He took two steps back and bumped into a cult member before stopping.
Looking at He Zhenzhong's figure through the gap in the crowd, his face was gloomy. He was actually forced to retreat? It's unforgivable.
"Baga, get out of here."
"roll."
He kept grabbing hold of the cult members in front of him and squeezing them away.
However, it was too late. He Zhenzhong had already reached the edge of the crowd, kicked a guy away and rushed out.
Da da da.
He swayed away, without stopping at all, and ran towards the top of the mountain, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
The cult members breathed a sigh of relief this time. The devil finally ran away and they were safe.
Looking back, looking at the blood on the ground and the dozens of corpses lying in a pool of blood, their hearts couldn't help but tingle.
Surrounded by so many people, and with so many foreign masters, that guy actually killed so many people in a row and left calmly. This scene reminded them of a person in Chinese history, Zhao Yun, who killed millions of Cao soldiers in the military camp.
Seven in and seven out. Now, they have no doubt that He Zhenzhong also has this ability.
"He can't escape. There is a dead end on the mountain."
"Not bad, search up."
"We must catch him, burn him to death, and make amends to God."
Under the instigation of the higher-ups, the cult members led the mercenaries and headed towards the mountain with torches and began to search...