Chapter 31

Miao Yi doesn't care how many people come up to the opposite peak, but stares at Cao Dingfeng's half body, which is still struggling slightly on the ground.

Since he came out of the mountain, he has known four friends, Chen Fei, Cao Dingfeng, Luo Zhen and Yan Xiu, but now two of them have died in front of him. He has been watching the fun on the edge.

When he saw others die, he didn't feel too much. Seeing the tragic death of his friend who had been taking care of him, he suddenly felt the extreme cruelty of the spiritual world!

He was crazy in his heart and blamed himself for what he had done. The second and the third were living well, but he put them into such a dangerous situation. How could he be worthy of the spirits of the two foster parents!

I hurt my younger brother and sister, and I watched my friends who took care of them die miserably and were indifferent!

Damn it!

Miao Yi is sentenced to death in his heart. His silver gun is slowly raised and points to several murderers in the opposite direction!

"What are you doing? Surrender

Yan Xiu called a few times. Seeing that Miao Yi didn't respond, the expression on his face became more and more ferocious. The light and shadow of the white lotus flower blooming in the center of his eyebrow appeared, and he immediately ran over to pull Miao Yi down.

As a result, Miao Yi held out his gun, the sharp tip of which was on Yan Xiu's chest, and said in a deep voice, "get out of here!"

People at the top and bottom of the mountain stare at Miao Yi's interesting movements.

"Kill!" Miao Yi raises his gun and shouts.

Herod! "Black charcoal" suddenly uttered a sad cry, raised its front hooves and made a series of planing. As soon as the front hoof landed, it ran out like lightning.

Yan Xiu was startled. He had never seen such a rapid explosion of "black carbon".

Yang qinglue, wearing silver armour on the top of the mountain, was stunned, not because of Miao Yi's bravery, but because of the "black charcoal" on which Miao Yi sat down. "Is it a dragon horse that he sat down?"

Someone said with a smile, "I thought it was a wild boar."

We all burst into laughter. We have never seen such a fat foal. How can a good running pony be so fat?

At the foot of the mountain, several monks who are still on the battlefield stare at Miao Yi's face, showing disdain. A monk with a white lotus grade also dares to rush up. Here, one of them is at least the second grade of white lotus.

Everyone looks like a dying man. If you don't surrender, you will kill!

The friars of the third grade of white lotus were disdainful of doing things. One of them indicated that a friar of the second grade of white lotus had no choice but to rush out with a gun.

The two came against each other at a high speed.

Seeing that someone who killed Luo Zhen rushed out, blood appeared in black charcoal's eyes, and the speed increased again, which made Yan Xiu's eyes round.

There's a bang.

The two collide with each other, and Friar Bailian's second grade widens his eyes. The magic power he exerts doesn't even control Miao Yi's action.

At the moment of the collision, Miao Yi's long gun didn't use a big move. It just flicked slightly, pushed aside the front of the other side's spear and stabbed it out.

This is a shot that was practiced in the surging waves, under the long years and months under the waterfall. This is a shot that is summed up after people, France and guns have mastered each other after destroying a stone mountain countless times.

Laobai said that the practice was careless, and the wooden gun should be a little more powerful with a real guy.

Between the electric light and flint, the gun head penetrated into each other's chest, and the eyes of friar Bailian second grade were unbelievable.

Two colliding ponies cross each other. Miao Yi shoots his opponent out and drags the corpse to the ground. The bloody corpse rolls back at his feet.

Miao Yi raises his spear again and rushes to the other side's camp.

On the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain, a monk with a white lotus grade one killed a monk with two grades of white lotus?

Qin Weiwei's brow slightly wrinkled, this also too appears own hand useless.

Yang Qing, dressed in silver armor, blinked slightly and began to pay close attention to Miao Yi.

Two monks of the second grade of white lotus rush out of the camp and head-on to kill Miao Yi.

The two men attacked each other angrily, because their companion was killed in an almost humiliating way. They did not see how powerful Miao Yi was.

Hold the gun!

Miao Yi suddenly picks the head of his gun to the ground. A big stone is picked up by him with one shot and rushes to the two men on the head of the gun.

The moment the two sides collide, Miao Yi takes the gun and stabs again.

Bang! The big stone burst out a cloud of smoke and dust, and the gravel flew at the two people who rushed.

This kind of small trick attack can kill mortals, but it's useless for two people, and even can't break their magic defense.

Two people wave a gun to throw, an invisible force immediately will shoot to the eye block gravel to empty.

But as soon as I was clear, I found that there was no Miao Yi on the Dragon pony, but there was a wind breaking in the sky.

People up there! Almost at the same time, they looked up into the air and saw a large piece of gravel flying overhead.

The two men stabbed the two men out of their arms.Two guns with two figures were sweeping the ground, and two pools of blood burst out on the ground. A figure with two guns quickly turned up from under the abdomen of "black charcoal". It was Miao Yi. It was Miao Yi who got the extra gun from the ground, so it doesn't matter who owns it.

A white lotus friar, on the way of a short charge, unexpectedly killed three friars of the second grade of white lotus instantly, making everyone one of the stupefied.

Killing one can be said to be luck. Killing three in a row is not luck. It can be said that it is both wisdom and courage!

Shua! Miao Yi suddenly throws a gun at the opponent's camp and shoots at the man who killed Luo Zhen. This is a naming challenge.

A friar of the third grade of Bailian grabs the head of the gun in his hand, throws it casually, drives the dragon horse to rush out, and points his long knife at Miao Yi.

Bang!

With a bang, the long sword and the spear fight in an instant. Miao Yi puffs out a mouthful of blood. The mouth of the tiger breaks and his body shakes violently. He almost doesn't get shaken out.

The accomplishments of him and Friar Bailian Sanpin were so far different that he could not resist. His magic power was almost shattered by a random blow from others.

However, a strange thing happened. Two horses passed by. "Black charcoal" suddenly turned his head, showing a sharp serrated white tooth. One bit bit bit the monk's leg and dragged the monk who had not yet responded to the fight with Miao Yi from the mount.

For nothing else, it was this guy who cut off Luo Zhen's head with a knife. "Black charcoal" remembers clearly.

How could Miao Yi miss such an opportunity? He tried his best to break the opponent's mana defense with one shot, and the head of his gun ran into the other's heart.

Fortunately, Miao Yi was quick to respond, otherwise "black charcoal" would be abandoned, because the monk who was suddenly attacked by "black carbon" rushed to protect himself and slashed at the back hip of "black charcoal". If Miao Yi didn't shoot him in time, it would have been over. He would have cut off half of his buttocks and hind legs.

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