A dilapidated urban area in ruins
Three figures were chasing each other crazily, and a lean man in sunglasses in front of him quickly fled with a sniper rifle.
"Hey, Mo He, stop running!" A young man in red who was chasing behind him sneered, his speed not slowing down at all.
Boom!
The answer was a bullet!
"You have quite a temper!" Another young man in white sneered, holding a spear and easily deflecting the swift bullet.
"How about handing over your record and we'll let you go?" The man in red held two submachine guns and fired wildly forward with a smile.
"Hmph!"
The young man in sunglasses rolled quickly on the ground several times, then hid behind a group of abandoned vehicles, and instantly set up a sniper rifle.
Just as he was about to take aim, he was pushed back by a hail of bullets.
"Haha, stop struggling. Facing the cooperation of the gunner and Strength Martial Artist, you have no hope of running away."
The man in red held a pair of assault rifles and aimed them in the direction of the man in sunglasses, not giving the opponent a chance to draw his gun.
Another young man with a spear sneered and approached quickly.
It seems that the two are about to form an encirclement.
"Asshole, how dare you attack me East Martial Arts Hall!" the man in sunglasses said sternly.
"Brother Lan won't let you go!"
Hearing this, the young man with the spear paused and immediately sneered. "Lan Di is only second on the list. You East Martial Arts Hall are destined to be stepped on by me, North Martial Arts Hall, this year!"
As he spoke, the spear shot forward, sending out a trembling sound wherever it passed, and the air rolled over, instantly overturning the vehicle beside the young man in sunglasses.
Buzz!
The man in sunglasses was about to take aim and fire, but the spear had already reached in front of him.
Facing close combat, the gunnery master must reach the Martial Grandmaster level or have extremely strong mental power.
Otherwise, once Strength Martial Artist gets close, the ending will be quite tragic.
"Mo He, hand over your record and we will let you live." The young man with the spear said with a smile as if he were looking at prey.
"Hmph!"
However, the answer to the other party was a cold snort and a disdainful laugh from the young man in sunglasses.
"Wei Yuan, you are just a lackey of Qing Yu!"
"Huh, don't eat the toast!" Hearing the other party's insult, the young man held a spear and wanted to stab it out, and Mo He was also mentally prepared.
Bang!
At this moment, the sound of metal clashing was heard, and then the spear flew up, leaving the young man in white with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Who?" Wei Yuan just shouted coldly, feeling his heart tightening and wanting to retreat.
But found it was too late.
Phew!
The next second, a long sword was placed across Wei Yuan's neck. The young man in black looked at the surprised Wei Yuan and said calmly.
"I, East Martial Arts Hall, when will it be the turn of two against one?"
Bang!
The spear fell to the ground and was inserted directly into the ground. Everything around him was instantly silent.
Only the strong wind blew the long windbreaker of the young man in black, making a grinning sound.
"Boy, let go of Wei Yuan, how dare you touch my North Martial Arts Hall people?" the young man in red shouted angrily, holding two submachine guns and aiming at the figure in black.
"Liu Jie, you should worry about yourself!"
At this time, the red dot of a cold sniper rifle was aimed at the young man in red, Mo He sneered.
"As long as you dare to move, I dare say, my bullet can blow your head off instantly!"
"Asshole!" Liu Jie roared upon seeing this.
The originally stable winning situation was disrupted by the sudden appearance of this young man in black...
For a while, both sides were deadlocked in place, and the air was extremely solemn and full of gunpowder.
"You are..." Wei Yuan didn't see the other person clearly at first, but when he saw the other person's young face clearly, he was shocked.
"Black-Clad Little Shura!"
"What?" Liu Jie couldn't see the face of the young man in black because his line of sight was blocked. When his teammates shouted, he was equally unbelievable.
Especially when he recalled what Little Shura said before, his heart dropped even more.
Black-Clad Little Shura is East Martial Arts Hall's person?
They North Martial Arts Hall have no news at all!
"Hand over your record!" At this time, Chu Tiannan's eyes were cold and his soul was strong. His eyes exuded a devouring light like the vast starry sky.
In an instant, Wei Yuan felt a shiver coming from the depths of his soul.
"I..." Wei Yuan originally wanted to say something, but found that the opponent's sword had penetrated a little deeper and was about to pierce his neck. He was so frightened that he immediately said.
"I give! I give!"