Chapter 433： Black Angel vs Ghost King

"emission!"

At the same time, black impermanence, Xiaomin, and others on the prairie have assembled the equipment they brought out. Under the order of black impermanence, more than twenty rockets with black and purple smoke tails were facing the red scarf. A large army convoy fired away.

"Huh? The enemy?"

"Specially, what is the situation, the enemies are so close to us, we did not find out."

"Enemies, everyone pays attention!"

Boom Boom Boom ...

More than twenty rockets exploded into the large convoy without accident.

Many Red Scarf soldiers were frightened to flee, and many people even got under the car.

Even Mr. Yan and Berberto were taken aback, but fortunately for the two big men, the twenty rockets all exploded into the middle of the truck army, and the explosion was a little farther away.

Then a weirder scene appeared.

"Nima, why is it all smoke?"

"Second Olympics, the enemy's rockets have expired, wow ha ha ha!"

"It's okay. Don't be afraid. All the enemy fired expired bombs, ha ... ga!"

That's right, there were a total of 22 rockets, but it did not cause any injuries at all, but it blew out a large swath of smoke.

But is there really no killing?

A red-skinned warrior who was smug with laughter suddenly yelled, "No, ah, I'm going to suffocate."

"No, what's going on, I'm so miserable, this is, this is ..."

"Don't breathe, there is something wrong with this smoke."

"wrong."

Standing on the periphery, Mr. Yan suddenly rushed back to the truck to find a kettle, wet his clothes and blocked his nose and mouth.

Berberto did the same, and eagerly asked, "What's going on? What's the situation?"

"Stupid, poison!"

Mr. Yan yelled, "I haven't hurriedly ordered to retreat. The more the mist spreads, the bigger the area. You don't want to kill half of the soldiers before the fight, right?

"Ah, retreat, all retreat." Berberto growled.

Uh ...

At this time, more than twenty rockets were launched.

The Red Turban Army was in chaos, running and roaring, intertwined with the roar of the truck engine.

In a car truck, rushed out of the smoke and hurried towards the rear, more than twenty rockets blew into the crowd.

There was also a large expanse of thick smoke. Everyone who inhaled the thick smoke did not take a few steps and became blue all over, then fell to the ground.

"Facade oil! It's so kind to use poison!" Berberto yelled as he directed the retreat.

"Ren Dao? Huh! You are the highest general of the Red Scarf Army, do you kill a few people? Warring is still humane?" Mr. Yan sneered at the side, of course, he himself felt fear.

"Hey, old black I used poison to kill people like this for the first time, and I didn't feel kind enough!"

The poisonous black impermanence hid in the grass and sneered: "My poison is more lethal than a cannonball."

"You are really more poisonous than me." Xiaomin whispered, "This time, you should kill a lot of enemies?"

"The purpose of our coming is not to kill many people, but to deter!"

Hei Wuchang shrugged his shoulders and said, "The deterrent made them afraid to move forward too much and prepare for the base."

Ok!

Xiaomin said he understood that the two turned around and retreated.

After being attacked by Hei Mochang and Xiaomin, the Red Scarf retreated nearly ten miles before stopping. After re-inventory, just two waves of poisonous gas rocket attacks reduced them to nearly 300 people.

"Abominable, there are so many tricks in the land government, wait, wait for our follow-up troops to arrive, let the plane explore the road in front." Berberto was really scared, after finishing saying this, he got in the car and rested.

When Hei Mochang and Xiaomin returned to the tribe, they watched the time for exactly half an hour.

At this time, the ghost king's bomb work is also over.

Only at this moment, a little figure appeared from the western grassland of the tribe.

A fully-armed fighter appeared. There were 22 men in this team. They kept a certain distance from each other but the goals were the same.

At the same time, the ghost king who was standing in this direction also turned his eyes on them.

"Ghost King leader, there is an enemy ahead."

"Boss, would you like to attack now?"

The members of the prefecture who followed the ghost king quickly moved closer to the ghost king.

"No need, let them all enter our control area." The ghost king showed a rough side in the face of the upcoming battle.

The team didn't mean to hide their identity, they stopped all the way to the ten meters before the ghost king and others.

"Man of the Satan Legion!"

After seeing the other person's costume, the ghost king said in a sigh of sigh, "It's not enough to see such a person from your Satan army, right?"

"Enough is enough, Mr. Ghost King!" A young man with a scar on his face emerged from the left squad, his pride filled with pride, and said: "I am the son of Mr. Pulsatilla, Lugardia! I Behind him is the ultimate soldier of the Satan legion, the Black Angel Squad. Today, Lord Yama, I want to make a decision. You, too, will be buried with Yama. "

"Dark Angel Squad!"

After repeating these three words, the ghost king lifted his right hand upwards, signaled that the people around him immediately stepped back, "The bald prince was really willing to send this team out."

"Are you the ghost king?"

At the same time, from Lugadia behind ~ www.novelhall.com ~ came out a rough-looking middle-aged man, he tilted his head to look at the ghost king, and said coldly: "I am the captain of the black angel squad, the black angel I, as a black angel, challenge your land government today. "

While talking, the black angel dragged his right hand back, and a two-foot machete appeared in his hand.

Ha ha!

The ghost king sneered, handing the laptop on the back to the brother behind him, and at the same time he pulled out a machete. "Very well, today I will send you a veto order to collect your soul into the land."

Haha!

Lugardia seemed to have heard a big joke, and sneered: "Dark angel, do you hear it? The ghost king looks down on you. If I were you, he would be stabbed to death."

"Faike!" The black angel yelled and slashed at the ghost king.

"Even if you look at your sword, you feel a little weak!" The ghost king stepped forward, and the sword went up!

when!

The two choppers collided together, bursting into a large spark, and the black angel was taken back to his feet, and the choppers clenched in both hands were buzzing and shaking.

The ghost king still held the knife with one hand, and said disdainfully, "The boss of Yan Wang once said that the driving force of our land government is that the entire land government is improving. And you, even the old superpowers, but I am from you Seeing decay, you compare to me, you can't! "

The ghost king's sword is straight, and the point of the knife is pointed at the black angel.

"Fake oil! Don't talk loudly. I may not be able to compare my strength with you, but I will compare my killing skills to you." The black angel roared, waved his sword again, and chopped three swords. "Now I'll show you how good I am. It's useless for you to be great, because I'm fast enough."

"You think too much, and I'm not slower than you!" The Ghost King fit up, and the sword in his hand waved a cold light.