Chapter 938

"Da Da!"

When a muscular terrorist was shooting wildly with a machine gun, a sniper bullet suddenly flew and pierced his sky cover, and the machine gun suddenly went out of fire.

A terrorist nearby did not hesitate to put down his submachine gun and rushed to the heavy machine gun, but fell to the ground with a dull hum and was shot in the head by a second sniper bullet.

"Be careful, there are snipers!"

A terrorist nearby reacted and shouted a warning, but he was hit through his forehead by the ensuing sniper bullet and fell straight to the ground.

The gunfire suddenly stopped, and the terrorists hid everywhere in panic, looking for shelter to avoid the sight of snipers.

The publicity spirit, which was suppressed by fierce fire and did not dare to show up, was immediately boosted. He seized this opportunity, rolled several times in a row, pushed forward more than ten meters again, hid under the big tree, and was only five or six meters away from the village gate.

"He's at nine o'clock. Kill him!"

A guy with the appearance of a small leader huddled his head in a bunker made of sand and suddenly shouted.

With the sound of "boom", a shining flame flashed in the village and blasted to the sniper point where Wan Rui was located.

"No, there are Rockets!"

Qi Sha's face changed greatly. Huo Ran stood up and was about to go to the rescue, but Ding Ning stretched out his hand and held him: "don't worry, shoot a gun and change a place. This is the common sense of snipers. You really think your cousin is a fool."

"Bang!"

A crisp sniper shot rang out, and a terrorist carrying a rocket fell down on a wooden roof in the village.

"Hoo!"

Qisha patted his chest with lingering fear, "thank God, he's still alive and scared me to death."

"Boom!"

Before the voice fell, a loud noise suddenly came from another wooden roof. A rocket blasted to the exposed place of Wanrui. The terrorist lay on the roof and was in the dead corner of the sniper gun.

"Bad..."

The smile on Qisha's face stagnated, and he exclaimed, rising up like a goshawk and pouncing on Wanrui's sniper point.

"I... I'll go... I said I didn't worry. What a duplicity."

Ding Ning didn't hold it. He could only watch the seven murders expose their whereabouts, muttering silently on his face.

His divine sense always observed everything and found that Wan Rui changed places without stopping after firing the gun. The rocket did not pose any threat to him at all.

But now, even seven murders have gone out. He can't stay here and enjoy the fruit feast. He slowly takes the fruit tray back into space, stands up and walks forward.

"Wan Rui, Wan Rui, you must not have an accident? Are you still alive? Answer me quickly, sobbing..."

Seven kill knelt on the hot land and cried like a heart breaking lung, which made Ding Ning cry and laugh. Ya, your cousin has nothing to do. You cry a hair!

You can see a touch of movement on the face of Wanrui eternal iceberg hidden in the dark. Ding Ning decides not to remind Qisha. Maybe his cousin can get rid of the past.

"Boom!"

The terrorist who thought the sniper had been killed stood up unscrupulously and fired another rocket at the place where the seven murders cried.

"Cousin, be careful!"

Wan Rui's face changed greatly. He couldn't care about anything else and rushed to the seven murders recklessly.

"These two brothers are really stupid."

Ding Ning was speechless, his eyes staring at the rocket were shining purple, and his huge spiritual power was released like a tide, forcibly changing the trajectory of the rocket.

Wan Rui, who thought he was bound to die, threw himself on seven murders and closed his eyes relieved.

But with a loud explosion, he was happy and unharmed, but was buried by the splashed debris.

"Hahaha, you're not dead, you're not dead, hahaha!"

Qisha turned over and pressed Wan Rui under his body. He held his head and kissed him on the face. There were tears on his face. He laughed madly: "if you're okay, if you're okay, it's okay, but it scared me to death..."

Looking at the seven murders crying with joy, Wan Rui breathed his lips and pushed him away: "you're sick. I won't die if you die!"

"Well, well, as long as you can live..."

Seven kill bashed out his face and laughed. He wiped his tears and mixed it with dust. He wiped his face into a big flower cat and giggled there.

"Psycho, what a shame!"

Wan Rui turned with disgust on his face and hid in the dark. He shot the rocket gunner and stood there giggling. For many years, his cousin was finally willing to talk to him. Even if he was scolded as crazy, he was very happy in his heart.

"Come on, don't pestle there like a fag. If it weren't for me just now, your brothers would be blown to ashes."

Ding Ning rolled her eyes and walked over like a stroll.

"He talked to me. Did you hear him? He talked to me. Hey..."

Qisha was like a child, his eyes were shining, and he was giggling all the time.

Ding Ning patted his forehead silently. "Dear, this is not the time for your brothers to love deeply. Let's work first!"

"Well, MD, if you dare to bomb my cousin, I have to turn them over."

Seven murders roared like beating chicken blood and went straight to the village. The crazy bullet hit him, but it was flown out by his bodyguard Gang Qi bullet. No one could stop his footsteps.

Ding Ning patted his forehead in silence and watched the goods rush like a bull, killing directly at the gate of the village and screwing off the head of a terrorist with one hand; As soon as the foot kicked, a terrorist flew out for more than ten meters like a broken sack and fell to the ground, gushing blood like a pool of mud; One punch will blow the terrorist's head into a rotten watermelon

Seven murders were bleeding all over, like demons from hell, so that the surviving terrorists fled in all directions.

Zhang Yang fought hard and could not break through the defense line for more than half an hour. In front of him, he was as defenseless as a child's decoration, full of interpretation of what is invincible and what is violence aesthetics.

Yu Linwei opened his mouth one after another and looked at the demon like figure. A chill rushed straight to the tianlinggai. NIMA, is this still human? It's like the Terminator!

In particular, Zhang Yang didn't pay attention to the seven murders before he thought of himself. He mocked and provoked the seven murders all the way, but the seven murders kept silent, which made him mistakenly think that the seven murders were afraid of him. He also forced him to show off with his teammates. If he really wanted to fight with the seven murders, he couldn't pass ten moves in his own hands.

But the reality gave him a slap in the face and made his face hot. It turned out that people had never paid attention to him. They were too lazy to care about him. After all, the Dragon didn't care about the provocation of mole ants, which filled his eyes with shadow. Does this damn guy want to pick up the fruits of our victory?

"With his fighting power, even if he enters the a-camp, can he be ranked in the top three?"

Lin Bao looked at seven killing a man and forgot to shoot hundreds of terrorists. He whispered to himself.

"Sleeping trough! What a cow! The people in Guoshi mansion are so fierce!"

Li Wei's mouth was so open that he could swallow a big duck egg. He swallowed his saliva and said in shock.

"I don't know which fool said that the Imperial Palace was not Yu Linwei's opponent at all?"

Wan Rui, who was silent, showed a proud and proud color on his face, and said faintly.

He has long had enough of publicity. Now the relationship between the seven murders and him has been exposed. He decided not to bear it anymore. It's a big deal to quit Yulin Wei and go to the imperial palace. Anyway, he works for the country.

Besides, seven murders had asked him to join the imperial palace before, but he had hatred in his heart and refused directly, but now it's different. This knot was opened by his cousin's tears, and his hatred has dissipated.

The most important thing is that the mother's death can't be entirely blamed on his cousin. Her mother didn't blame him until her death. She was still worried about him. Her father always hoped that their brothers would make up as before. After all, in this world, in addition to her father, seven Murders is his only relative.

"Cough! What shall we do now?"

Hearing Wan Rui's sarcasm, Song Lin quickly changed the topic for fear of publicity and rage.

"If someone takes the lead, we'll follow the charge!"

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with resentment and ignored Wan Rui's sarcasm, but he secretly calculated in his heart that there are more people in Yu Linwei who can't stand the imperial palace. As long as the news that he is a cousin of the seven murders is revealed, some people are willing to be a leader. He doesn't have to fight with him now.

Of course, the most important reason is that he knew that it was his responsibility and the mistake in his strategic deployment that caused him to fall into a bitter struggle. If Wanrui had been allowed to occupy the commanding height earlier to snipe and suppress the enemy's firepower, he would not have fallen into such a passive situation. Although his subordinates did not say it, they must have a view of him in their hearts, He had to be generous now to appease them.

"Kill!"

The members of Yu Linwei shouted loudly and ran to the village stockade with a gun. The terrorists who fled in all directions were killed one by one with the gunfire like fried beans.

Ding Ning's figure had already disappeared in place.

Zhang Yang rushed into the village with his team. He saw that the seven murders were like a human Warcraft. When he lifted his feet, it was several meters. As long as he caught up with the terrorists, he was bound to break his bones and tendons and die. The whole village was crying, and the terrorists fled one after another.

"Kill them and don't let go of any of them!"

Publicize the spirit and cheer up. There are seven murders in the front. They just pick up the leak in the back and shoot madly at the terrorists without fighting spirit. One by one, the evil terrorists fell in a pool of blood.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

With a burst of applause, everyone stopped their actions and looked up at the largest wooden building.

The wind Dharma protector on the wooden building smiled, as if they didn't kill their own men. He walked slowly down the stairs and said with admiration: "I've heard that the seven murders of the imperial scholar's residence are brave and good at fighting. As soon as I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation."

"Oh, really? Then I want to thank the wind protector for his praise!"

Seven kill narrowed his eyes and said coldly, but he was secretly on guard, because Ding Ning told him that there was another Lama hiding here. He was confident to protect the Dharma alone, but if the two Dharma protectors worked together, he had no confidence in winning.

"Seven kills, do you think you can eat me by just a few of you?"

The wind protector proudly said, "I've long wanted to compete with the Imperial Academy. Today is really a good opportunity."

"Then stop talking nonsense and hurry if you want to start."

Seven kill said impatiently. When he stepped on the ground, he rushed to the wind Dharma protector like an arrow, and blew his fist at the wind Dharma protector.

"Bo" sounded softly. The wind protector seemed to be unprepared and was hit by the seven kill fist, but the seven kill was depressed and yelled bad. He actually hit the remnant shadow, but he had rich combat experience. Without hesitation, he turned in place and swept his right leg back.