The sky-catching net conceals an unparalleled domineering energy, and it falls as fast as the wind. By the time Huang Pulan and others regain their composure, it is already too late. They can only use enough protective energy to resist, even if they can resist.
Even the sky-catching net cannot escape its bad luck. The worst part is that the coverage area of the large net connected end to end extends for nearly twenty meters, which can almost catch everyone in Wuhun...
The situation was so urgent that there was no way to avoid it, and the sky-catching net turned into a self-cage. Ren Bing looked up at the falling net, with a dark look in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and raised the chain gun in his hand to set fire to fire.
It shot out from the sky, and the spear head struck the center of the net with a loud sound, causing the net to fall as fast as a beat.
Ren Bing's eyes suddenly lit up, he bowed his head and shouted: "Disperse and rush into the woods!" Before he could finish his words, a row of powerful arrows shot out from behind his neck. He only heard a soft popping sound as the Skynet descended.
The speed slowed down a bit.
Everyone in Wuhun reacted very quickly, leaned forward and rushed towards the woods. Just after taking a few steps, they heard a sneer from above: "Haha, just this little kid's thing is not enough.
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Long Fengyang's laughter suddenly stopped, and he stepped on the top of the sky-catching net with a few empty steps. His body fell sharply downwards, which increased the speed of the net's fall several times. The fleeing martial spirit elites stopped, because
They saw a row of dragon guards with fierce looks standing in front of them. If they wanted to continue to move forward, they would have to fight to the death with these dragon guards. This would definitely not give them enough time. If they retreated, they would be caught by the sky-catching net under the sky cover.
When it's upright, when it's down, it turns into fish meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
The arrows shot from behind Ren Bing's neck no longer had the effect of blocking the sky net. He raised his head suddenly and saw that the net was about to fall down. There was a misery in his heart. Could it be that my Chinese martial spirit should also be like a dragon?
Falling behind?
Phew! The sky-catching net suddenly stopped, and then a powerful shout came from my ears: "Quick, everyone rush out!" It was Tong Qianzhan's voice.
"Let's go quickly! Keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood, remember to burn some paper for the old guy today next year!" A slightly hoarse voice came from Qiu Bibie.
The voices of the two people came from two different directions. Ren Bing turned his head and looked around. He saw the two worshipers Qiu Tong, each holding the thornless corner of the Sky Catching Net with their hands and leaping up. They held the opposite corner with their hands.
Wrapping up Long Fengyang who was stepping on the center of the net like a bundle, the two exchanged positions and gritted their teeth to pull the net tightly, staring at the person caught in the net with burning eyes.
"You guys, what are you doing standing around here? Get out of here!" Tong Qianzhan glared and shouted loudly. He stomped his legs hard on the ground, boom! Both ankles were deeply immersed in the sand.
Ren Bing gritted his steel teeth tightly, with tears in his eyes, and suddenly turned around and roared: "Kill!" Before he could finish his words, he rushed toward the opposite woods like a tiger out of its cage. The Wuhun people cheered up and waved their weapons to cover up the attack.
The speed was several times faster than before. Everyone knew in their hearts that the opportunity to break out this time was bought by the two old priests with their lives, and they could not let it go even if they died!
Qiu Bieli still had the smoking copper pipe on his shoulder. He turned his mouth and took a puff of smoke and spit it out. He laughed and said: "Okay, very good. Only when you rush out can Mr. Xu have no worries. Don't leave him."
Mother, imitate the soft-footed shrimp and rush out with my soul!"
Bang! The sky-catching net made an explosive sound, and Long Fengyang, who was wrapped in it, shot up into the air like a cannonball. He broke free from the restraints in an instant, and while he was in the air, he pointed his fingers and shouted in a deep voice: "The old smoker is looking for death."
What?"
Qiu Bieli put down his Skynet, picked up his cigarette money, took two puffs of thick smoke, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill the man named Long, just kill him. The old man has lived longer than you. It's not a blessing to die now. Come on."
, Shameless turtle grandson who eats and cheats, Grandpa Qiu washes his neck and waits..." He cursed Long Fengyang, and the corner of his eyes never left the Wuhun people who were fighting bravely. He finally saw Ren Bing leading the crowd.
He rushed into the woods, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, raised his hand and put the pipe to his lips.
Long Fengyang fell rapidly from a high altitude. He also saw the Wuhun people rushing into the woods under the leadership of Ren Bing, but before he even touched the ground, it was too late to chase after him. His carelessness allowed the Wuhun people to escape from the encirclement.
He could only transfer his full anger to the two worshipers of Qiu Tong.
Tong Qianzhan rushed to Qiu Bieli's side with a single stride. The two old friends, who had known each other for most of their lives, had come to fight side by side again, but this time they were likely to die together.
Qiu Bieli held his pipe and smoked leisurely. His eyes turned to the battlefield with rolling air waves not far away. Xu Qing was fighting one against two without any fear. The pure Jun sword in his hand flashed like cold lightning, and the blossoming sword
The lotus bloomed suddenly, forcing Yang Ligong to retreat one after another. If it weren't for Mei Qianxue's cunning and sharp killing moves like a tarsal maggot, he would have been separated from life and death...
"Cheer up, old smoker, the fatal one is coming." Tong Qianzhan called back Qiubieli's consciousness with a low voice. He looked up and saw Long Fengyang, who was gnashing his teeth, walking slowly towards this side.
Long Fengyang, who was walking towards Qiu Biejie, raised his hand and pointed his cigarette, suddenly let out two loud laughs: "Haha! Long's teeth are itchy, and the young ones let go. It looks like he wants to chew on our two old bones to vent his anger!"
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Tong Qianzhan clenched his fists and said coldly: "It's hard for us brothers to chew on our bones. If we don't, we might break a few big teeth and splatter him with blood."
Long Fengyang walked to a stop less than three feet away from the two of them, lightly slapped his palms with the metal rod in his hand, and said with a sneer: "Two of you, Mr. Long, I would like to see you all get to know each other, and I will give you a chance. I will capture you without any hesitation."
How about I save your two lives?"
"Fuck your mother's Qianqiu bullshit!" Tong Qianzhan's eyes widened, he jumped up and punched Long Fengyang's chest. Qiu Bieli's foot slipped, and the copper pipe thrust forward like a sharp sword, as fast as lightning.
Stab the opponent's ribs, and a wisp of energy shoots out from the top of the pipe, like a sharp cone, towards the sun and moon points under the opponent's ribs. I thought that using acupuncture points on the semi-sacred warrior might be effective.
Long Fengyang narrowed his eyes slightly and softly uttered four words between his lips: "Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" The moment he said the end of the sound, a white light flashed out and passed through the center of Qiu Bieli's eyebrows in an instant, leaving only a little finger.
The tip-sized red blood spreads rapidly.
The half-pricked pipe in Qiu Bie's hand suddenly stopped, a line of blood dripped from his eyebrows down the bridge of his nose, his fingers gradually loosened, and the copper pipe dropped from his hand. He staggered half a step back and fell on his back. He smiled at the wind and clouds for many years and drank for many years.
The universe is long, and the soul of the most virtuous and respected old worshiper of the Chinese martial arts has passed away...
"Old smoker!" Tong Qianzhan opened his mouth with a trembling cry and turned back. He bent down and lifted up the body of his old friend. Two lines of thick tears rolled down his face. His old friend died violently, and there was no point in fighting.