Chapter 1633： Angel besieged cowboy shot

The smell of sulphur is very pungent, but it is also like an excellent combustion improver. It directly makes the flames of these two evil spirits soar.

This special change was also encountered for the first time, so he was somewhat overwhelmed by the performance. However, the old Carter, who is experienced, has already seen the opponent’s foot, and he immediately told it all. I gave the rookie around me.

"Be careful, this is the smell of the **** in the hell. They can't handle it, you can't turn the boat in the ditch."

"Is there a difference? It’s just a group of devils who can't get on the table. They always have one end to face me, that is, I am burned to ashes."

God Bian Xiong is on this issue, as always, showing his own conceit. For his self-confidence, in addition to the headache, the old Carter can only bear the one with his security work.

He now only hopes that this is a non-long-eyed devil, not a premeditated ambush. The idle devil, the two of them are fully capable of dealing with. But if you encounter those difficult opponents, such as the Bartos, such as the fallen angels, whoever wins is not good.

As the saying goes, I am afraid of what comes. Former foot old Carter is still worried about whether he will encounter such a difficult opponent as a fallen angel. On the hind foot, he has already heard the very characteristic wing of the fallen angel.

The Bartholomew also has wings, but the movement of the flames of the demon wings is the sound of the air bursting. This kind of sound sounds more than the general devil's rag-like hula, but it is softer than the angel, and it seems that the sound of cotton in your ear is still worse.

After all, the former is always too much, and it is very likely that he has not arrived yet, and the prey has already run almost. The latter, when you hear such a subtle sound, there is no difference in running or not.

The winged guy is always faster than the guy running on the ground. What's more, the little scorpion of God Bian Xiong has no meaning to escape.

He watched the fallen angels of the team after another flying down from the sky and surrounded them with the most standard military posture. It was not until these angels had no movement anymore that he took out the samurai sword in his car and snarled loudly at the angels.

"Is your **** dog running all the time attacking us? Come, my grandfather, I am here, have the ability to come up. Look at your ability, or my grandfather and my knife!"

The genius of the violent people, and at the same time the gods of the genius of the squadrons, of course, is a slap in the face of arrogance. And he had just acted, and several fallen angels had already grabbed the black spear of light, and then, like the Olympus Javelin, they threw it at the side of the god.

They are not the first to capture the evil spirits, so they certainly know what tactics are the most reasonable tactics. The long-range strike, killing the defense and regenerative power of the evil spirit knight, and then taking it down with a bang, this tactic has been repeatedly verified, they certainly can not put such a useful way to disregard, to play what to find another way.

And really, because it is the first time to compete with a high-level opponent like a fallen angel. It’s really hard for God Bian’s time to cope with the means of these angels.

The fallen angel is different from the devil. The biggest difference is that their nature and the devil's chaos and evil are completely inconsistent. If the devils are mostly ridiculous, the angels, even the fallen angels, will rarely blend into such things.

They may start a war and may kill. But that is the responsibility of a soldier, just like a soldier is fulfilling his mission. In essence, they have no evil thoughts. Not to mention the devil as a pleasure.

This is why angels look down on the devil. The fun of a group of people on weekdays is that artists such as music and poetry paintings certainly don't look at the executioners who are immersed in blood and pain. It is for this reason that the evil spirits' restraint against the **** creatures is almost non-existent in them.

The restraint of the evil spirits on the **** creatures is rooted in their judgment of sin. Without this heavy factor, they certainly cannot be as unprofitable as the devil in the weekdays. And this, God Bian Xiong does not know. He just used his own experience in the past to sway a wall made up of hellfire. In this way, I intend to resist the projection of these angels.

Obviously, this is a means of no use. Although Hellfire inevitably offsets some of the power of the Spear of Light. But this extremely condensed spear of light must not be completely offset by a fire wall. Coupled with their own speed and penetration, it is almost a matter of a moment. Dozens of spears of light have already broken through the obstacles, and the remaining momentum has been shot toward the side of the gods.

Such a scene makes the ambition of the gods suddenly shocked, and now that he has no more defensive means, he can only wave his samurai sword in his hands to minimize the damage he will suffer.

This is not an easy task. One very important reason is that God Bian Xiong does not have such a superb knife. After all, his predecessor was just a violent group, a gangster. It may not be a problem for you to let him knives and knives everywhere, but you have to change him and use the knife to show the master's exquisite skills. This is certainly unrealistic.

The power of the Spirit of Vengeance only increases his capital, not his skills. Skills are all tempered. At this point, what the gods lack is not a little bit of a problem.

He was helpless. After he slammed a few spears of light in his own speed, God Bian Xiong realized that he could not run this time. Nowadays, he can only expect his undead body to be able to bear some. Don't wave down and be beaten into bones by others. When you even resist, you can't resist.

And just when he gave up the resistance, he planned to use his bone shelf to resist this wave of attacks. The violent and rushing gunshots suddenly rang from his ear.

Old Carter, this old man who has never been seen in his combat power, was rescued from the danger at this time with a superb shot that was unimaginable.

For the lever-type Winchester rifle, each reloading requires a reciprocating upper jaw on the trigger handle. This means that this old-fashioned rifle can shoot faster, and it is impossible to get past the automatic rifle. Not to mention, he still has to maintain the accuracy of shooting in this large-scale change of movement.

However, all the premise that hindered the shooting did not exist in front of the old Carter. He was so lucky that the last time he only used a few tenths of a second, and each time the captain movement could not affect the accuracy of the shot. Where the eyes see, where can his muzzle hit. Any of these light spears flew like electricity, and he could use his own Hellfire bullets to smash them into pieces before they fell on the side of the gods.

Less than two seconds, the old Carter has already opened twenty-seven guns. No bombs, no guns. In a flash, he helped God to get out of trouble.

In the face of such superb marksmanship, let alone the gods and heroes, even those angels who launched the attack, there is a feeling of stunned. This is true skill, not convinced.

For such a result, the old Carter who had just finished his hand just topped the cowboy hat on his head with a gun that had not faded, and then he said with a sigh of tone.

"It’s just old, even the guns are not stable. If I was young, don’t say these moving targets, even those birds flying above, I don’t want to run them. Falling down. This is really, the years are not forgiving."

To be honest, the old Carter’s words are really a bit sloppy. However, looking at the skills he has just revealed, no one can really regard his words as bragging.

Almost for a moment, the angels who didn't put the evil spirits of the old Carter in the eye, which was weak to almost no, immediately reorganized the formation and began to wait for him. In the face of his arrogant marksmanship, they really can't guarantee that they would be directly attacked by the old rifle in his hand like a duck.

The attack of the evil forest knight, no one can be underestimated. And it is also relying on their guard against themselves, the old Carter slowly swayed to the side of the side of the gods, leaning against his back to him carefully cautious.

"Listen, stinky boy. Look for opportunities to run quickly. So many angels are not something we can deal with. If you don't want to fall into their hands, just listen to me honestly, otherwise neither of us can't run." ”

"You let me run?" As soon as he heard the words, the ambition of the gods suddenly became angry, and then he immediately became surprised. "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I? What do you do with me? Let you run and run, I have a way to get out!"

In the mouth, he swears awkwardly, and old Carter put his gaze on those angels. In his experience, he can of course see who is the leader of these angels, so immediately, he asked the angel of the leader.

"When did the angels start to fight the evil knight's idea? Why, are you going to provoke a war against us?"