Chapter 1771

The smell of sulfur is very pungent, but it is also like an excellent combustion accelerator, which directly makes the flames of these two Ghost Riders soar.

This special kind of Spirit Transformation is the first time Bian Xiong has met, so he was somewhat at a loss. However, the experienced old Carter has already seen the opponent’s heels and he immediately All this is told to the rookies around.

"Be careful, this is the smell of those bastards in the anxious hell. They are not easy to deal with, don't gutter overturn the boat."

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"Is there a difference? It's just a bunch of demons who can't get on the table. They will always have one end to me, and that is to be burned to ashes."

Shen Bianxiong is here. On the question, as always, own conceit. As for his conceit, in addition to his headache, Old Carter can only take on his guard work.

Now he only hopes that this is a brat who is not long-sighted, instead of encountering a premeditated ambush. Waiting for the devil, the two of them are fully capable of dealing with it. But if you meet those difficult opponents, such as Barto Balto, or Fallen Angel, it's hard to say who wins.

as the saying goes, what is afraid of. Old Carter on the front foot was still worried that he would encounter such a difficult opponent as the fallen angel. On his back foot, he had already heard the very characteristic flapping of the fallen angel's wings.

Bato Balto also has wings, but the movement of the devil's wings condensed by flames is like a burst of air. Although this kind of noise sounds more majestic than the ordinary devil's holey rag-like hula, but compared to the soft and gentle of angels, it seems that the sound of playing cotton in your ears is still worse.

After all, the former is always too much publicity, it is very likely that the prey is almost gone before he arrives. For the latter, when you hear such a subtle sound, it makes no difference whether you run or not.

A guy with wings will always come faster than a guy running on the ground. Even more how, the little boy, Shen Bianxiong, has no intention of running away.

He watched group after group of fallen angels flying down from the sky, encircling the two groups in the most standard military posture. It wasn't until the angels didn't move anymore that he pulled out the katana from oneself's car and roared loudly at the angels.

"It's you who are from hell that have been attacking us? Come on, I'm here, uncle, come up if you have the ability. See if your ability is high, or uncle, my sword is fast!"

The god Bianxiong, who was born in a violent clan and was also a member of Jidao, was of course a foul-mouthed foul-mouthed, arrogant. And just as he moved, several fallen angels had already grabbed black's light spear out of thin air, and then, like the Olympus javelin, threw it fiercely at the god Bianxiong.

It is not the first time that they have captured Ghost Rider, so of course they know what kind of tactics are the most reasonable tactics. Long-range strikes kill the defensive power and regenerative power of Ghost Rider, and then take them in a spurt of energy. This tactic has been proven time and time again. Of course, they are impossible to ignore such a useful method and try to find another way. .

Seriously, because it was the first time I played against a high-level opponent like Fallen Angel. For a while, God Bianxiong really had trouble dealing with these angels.

Fallen angels are different from demons. The biggest difference is that their nature is completely incompatible with the chaotic evil of the devil. If the demons are mostly bastards commiting any imaginable misdeed, then angels, even fallen angels, rarely get involved in such things.

They may start a war, or they may kill. But that comes from the duty of a soldier, just like a soldier performing his own mission. In essence, they have no intention of doing evil. Not to mention being like the devil, treating evil as fun.

This is also the reason why fallen angels look down upon the devil. A group of artists whose fun is music, poetry, painting, etc., certainly look down on Bushwacker who is immersed in blood and pain. And for this reason, Ghost Rider's restraint on hell creatures is almost non-existent in them.

Ghost Rider's restraint of hell creatures is rooted in their judgment of evil. Without this important factor, they are of course impossible as they normally treat the devil. And this, Shen Bianxiong did not know. He just relied on oneself's past experience to smash a wall of hellfire. I intend to use this method to resist the projection of these fallen angels.

Obviously, this is a useless means. Although the hellfire will inevitably cancel out part of the power of the spear of light. But this extremely condensed spear of light must be completely offset by a wall of fire. Coupled with their own speed and penetration, it was almost instantaneous. Dozens of spears of light had already broken through the obstacles, and the remaining power was unabated and shot towards the gods.

Such a scene made God's ambition suddenly startled, and now that he has no more defenses, he can only wield the katana in oneself's hand indiscriminately to minimize Oneself will be hurt.

This is not an easy task. A very important reason is that Shen Bianxiong is not at all such a superb Blade Technique. After all, his predecessor was just a runaway clan, an extreme gangster. It may not be a problem for you to let him wield a knife around and slash people, but it is definitely unrealistic if you want him to change his body and show the master's superb skills with a knife.

The power of the Vengeful Spirit only increased his capital, not filled his skills. Skills are to be tempered. And at this point, what Shen Bianxiong lacks is not a little bit of a problem.

He was very helpless. After pulling away a few spears of light indiscriminately at the speed of his own, Shen Bianxiong realized that he couldn't escape oneself this time. Up to now, he can only hope that his own undying body can be more resistant to beating. Don't be beaten to bones by others, when the time comes, you can't even resist.

And just when he gave up his resistance and planned to use his own bone frame to resist this wave of attacks. The violent and rapid gunfire suddenly rang from his ears.

Old Carter, this old man whose fighting power has not been in his eyes, at this time is using an unimaginable superb Spear Art to rescue him from danger.

The lever-type Winchester rifle requires a reciprocating loading action on the trigger handle for each change. This means that no matter how fast the shooting speed of this old rifle is, it is also impossible to be faster than today's automatic rifle. Not to mention, he still has to maintain the accuracy of shooting in this large-scale reloading action.

However, all these premises that hindered shooting did not exist in front of Old Carter. He flew like flying, the last time it took only a few tenths of a second to load, and every load movement did not affect the accuracy of shooting at all. He can hit wherever the eyes see. No matter if these spears of light flew like electricity, he could also blast them into pieces with his own hellfire bullets before they fell on Shen Bianxiong.

In less than two seconds, the old Carter had already fired 27 shots in a row. No bullets were shot, the shot hit. He helped God Bianxiong get out of the predicament in an instant.

In the face of such a superb Spear Art, let alone God Bianxiong, even those fallen angels who launched the attack have a sense of wonder. This is true ability, not acceptable.

For such a result, the old Carter, who had just exposed his hand, just pushed the cowboy hat on oneself's head with the remaining warm muzzle, and then sighed with emotion. .

"It’s because I’m old, and I can’t even hold the gun. If I was young, let alone these moving targets, even the birdmen flying on it would be different. I have to fall down if I want to run. This is really, time is not forgiving."

Seriously, what the old Carter said really feels a little deserves a beating. However, judging from the ability he just revealed, no one really can regard his remark as a boosting force.

Almost for an instant, the fallen angels who hadn't regarded the old Carter as a weak Ghost Rider in their eyes, immediately reorganized their formation and began to stand on him. Facing his amazing Spear Art, they couldn't guarantee that Oneself would be shot down by the old-fashioned rifle in his hand like a duck.

No one can underestimate Knight's attack from the evil forest. And it was relying on their guard against the owner that the old Carter slowly swayed to Shen Bianxiong's side, leaning on his back, and cautiously told him.

"Listen, smelly brat. Find a chance to run. We can't deal with so many angels. If you don't want to fall into their hands, just listen to me obediently and honestly, or we Neither of them can run away."

"You let me run?" At first hearing this remark, God's ambition suddenly became angry, and then he was immediately surprised. "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Me? What do you care about me. If you let you run, you can run, myself has a way to get out!"

Fiercely in my mouth Cursed, the old Carter focused on the fallen angels. From his experience, of course he could see who was the leader of these angels, so he immediately questioned the fallen angel who was the leader.

"When did the Fallen Angels start to beat our Ghost Rider's idea? What, are you planning to start a war against us?"