Life is always full of chance encounters, just like accidentally throwing a bottle on WeChat and finding a pretty and lonely girl. Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength. The pickup truck made half a circle and happened to see a car being driven.
The large truck, mostly covered by canvas, emerged from a hidden corner of the wall in the northwest corner of the village and drove straight to the south.
Shen Xing chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that there is a hole for passing cars here. I don't understand what a bunch of idiots are doing at the entrance of the village."
Xu Qing's gaze was sharp, and his clairvoyant eyes swept across the large truck on the opposite side like lightning. He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Catch up with the car in front, the real owner is in the car."
Shen Xing's steering wheel flicked, and the speeding pickup truck drifted and turned around, chasing the truck's butt. This pickup truck has been specially modified and is suitable for various road conditions. Its performance is far better than today's top off-road vehicles. To catch up
The truck in front was a piece of cake, and within two minutes they were catching up with each other.
Sitting in the truck were two men named Zhang from the Dragon and Tiger Sect. They had already discovered that a car was biting their butts. Zhang Yan, who had a mustache, turned his head and glanced at the pickup truck, and said coldly: "Those who don't know whether to live or die, let the Taoist do it."
I will save you from the misery of the mortal world." As he spoke, he reached out from his waist and took out two black balls the size of longan eyes, leaned sideways and hit the car window with his elbow.
Bang! The car window glass shattered into pieces. Zhang Yan raised his palm and threw two black balls out of the window. They were about to land on the front of the pickup truck. These black balls were called Thunderbolt Divine Fire Bombs, which were made by the Taoist priests of the Dragon and Tiger Sect thousands of years ago.
The elixir was accidentally refined and failed. The Taoist priest who made the elixir was burned to charcoal by the flames on the spot. In order to avoid the recurrence of the tragedy, the Taoist priests in the sect recorded the recipe for refining this elixir as a warning. Unexpectedly, a hundred years later,
It was later discovered by a wizard in the sect and improved into a unique hidden weapon.
The thunderbolt fire bomb contains bone phosphorus fire, which will quickly adhere to and burn as long as it touches an object. Moreover, this flame also contains extremely powerful fire poison. As long as a person is touched, it will be poisoned even if he is not burned to death on the spot.
Fatal death is indeed an extremely vicious and evil hidden weapon.
Zhang Yan was very confident in the Thunderbolt Fire Bombs. He threw two of them and immediately turned around and sat up straight. In his opinion, the pickup truck beside him would definitely turn into a ball of fire. Even if the people in the car were not burned to death on the spot, they would not be able to escape the fire.
If you are poisoned, you don’t need to pay attention to it anymore.
It was too late, then it was too late. Just when the two thunderbolt bombs were about to land on the front of the pickup truck, a scorching strong wind shot out from the window, like an invisible giant hand that pushed the two black balls instantly.
After opening it for a few feet, two explosions were heard, and the two black balls simultaneously exploded into a green flame the size of a millstone. The two flames merged into one and fell to the ground.
The one who just slapped a palm from the air was Xu Qing. He watched every move of the two people at the front of the truck with his clairvoyant eyes. When he saw Zhang Yan taking out the divine fire bomb, he had already rolled down the window, waiting for the other party to throw it.
The divine fire bomb was swatted away from the air with one palm. Although the divine fire bomb did not cause any harm to the people in the car, the power of the explosion still shocked everyone.
Young Master Tang regained his composure, patted his chest and said, "It's paralyzing, this is a ghost thing, much more powerful than a Molotov cocktail." Shen Xing was also startled, and naturally slowed down the car.
Xu Qing pressed half of his body close to the window so that he could react immediately. He turned his head and glanced at the green flames that were still burning behind him. The lines on his cheeks twitched twice, and he glared and shouted angrily: "God
Okay, are there any useful weapons in the car? Don't hide them and tuck them in, and beat the crap out of the car!" He was angry not because of the amazing power of the divine fire bullets, but because he thought of one thing.
, the two special forces members who were burned to coke must be related to the old man with a mustache on the truck.
"Look!" Shen Xing responded, stretched out his hand and quickly pressed twice on the side of the steering wheel. A hidden compartment instantly opened under the two headlights on the front of the pickup truck. If people were outside the car, they could see inside the hidden compartment.
There is a black muzzle hidden in each. This is a vehicle-mounted machine gun he modified. This thing cannot be used in densely populated areas. It has always been regarded as useless. I didn't expect it to be put to use tonight.
Da da da--
The muzzle spit out a two-inch-long bright flame, and the high-speed bullets formed two dazzling flashing strips of light in the night. The rate of fire of five thousand rounds per minute was enough to pierce the opposite truck into a sieve.
No matter how fast the truck ran, it couldn't be faster than bullets. The two strips of light blew away the rear tires of the truck. Then the truck tilted forward, flipped over on its side, and fell fifty meters away.
Shen Xing's fingers quickly pressed twice on the side of the steering wheel, and the gun barrel under the headlights immediately stopped shooting. At this moment, a loud shout came in his ears: "Nude, keep shooting!"
Almost at the moment when the shouting started, three figures jumped out of the truck. It was already too late for Shenxing to press the shooting button. The built-in machine gun in the pickup truck had a flaw. The muzzle could not adjust the shooting angle at will. In order to better hide the gun.
The mouth has limitations, and adjusting the shooting angle all depends on Shen Xing's extremely skilled driving skills, but the people in the truck have already jumped out of the truck and it is too late to adjust it.
"Idiot, stop the car!" Xu Qing shouted. Before the car stopped, he stretched out his hand to open the door and jumped out. He rolled around on the spot, drew his sword in his hand, and jumped towards him with his mustache pointed at him. This guy should be the one to kill him.
Two special forces members were recruited, and this account must be settled.
Tang Guobin turned his head and glanced at Huang Pulan, with a look of displeasure on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Captain Lan, usually you can say anything, and you don't even fart with the surname Tang, but we only have one brother, so take it.
The gift is just a gift, isn't it worth it for us to bleed so hard? If it's like this, I'll go down and fight for my life." As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out, grabbed the long knife, pushed open the car door and jumped out.
Zhang Lun and Zhang Yan had a tacit understanding for a long time. They jumped out of the car and flew away in a figure eight shape. Mao Zheng jumped and followed his master, not caring about what was behind him. In the blink of an eye, they were tens of feet away.
Xu Qing held a dagger in hand and ran after him. He had only one target, a mustache that could throw flaming marbles. No matter what, he couldn't let this guy escape. The Qi in the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet was surging. Every time he landed, he would jump.
A ball of gray fog as big as the mouth of a bowl has risen. You can see clearly even in the dark night, but it is difficult to catch his figure.
In addition to Zhang Yan's thunderbolt fire bomb, which has been soaked in kung fu for decades, Zhang Yan's kung fu is also not weak. Hearing the strong wind behind him, Hunter knew that a strong enemy was coming from behind. He lowered his hands to his waist and raised his arms without looking back
With a flick of the back of his head, dozens of black divine fire bullets flew out of his palm, carrying a little bit of wind and shooting towards Xu Qing who was flying towards him. Zhang Yan's move did not seek to defeat the enemy, but only to block the opponent's progress.