Vol 6 Chapter 2: God soldier dragon gun

‘Retire...
A fierce applause suddenly sounded, even in the midst of those smokes. After a trace of clues, it has already reached everyone's ears.
Almost subconscious, all the disciples of the Lingbi Hall are like springs that are retracted under the feet.
They are all masters of practice and perfection, even if they are the worst, they also have the eighth layer of internal strength. Moreover, it is impossible to carefully select the disciples who are far from the northwest.
Even if Zhang Wei’s voice did not sound, they did not choose to avoid it immediately after seeing the yellow smoke.
Only Li Dongrong and others who stood behind in the back stood alone in the same place. Although they mostly cultivated a little bit of internal strength, how can this "good hand" come from? The elites in the temple of Lingling are compared.
Under such a sudden situation, they are all shocked and overwhelmed.
Between the flashes of people, He Yiming has already come to them. He shot like a power, and his hands grabbed and thrown away, and suddenly the dozens of people were far away.
Each of these people has a weight of more than one hundred and two hundred pounds, but for He Yiming at this time, it is almost unacceptable with the straw.
It’s just a breath, and all ten of them have already flown into the sky, and they scream in the sky.
But when they flew out of a hundred meters and fell down, they actually landed on their feet, and there seemed to be a magical force at the foot, and the softness was not enough.
Dozens of people landed, except for those who were too panicked and their legs were soft and fell to the ground. Half of them were steady, and no one was hurt.
When they reacted, looking at He Yiming’s eyes is like looking at the gods.
He Yiming waited for those people to leave behind, but also his body shape, such as flying, away from the area of ​​yellow smoke.
Although he has condensed three flowers, he is immune to most poisons, even the most powerful poisons in the world "it is unlikely to kill him through this kind of smoke."
But he still carefully avoided the jaundice, after all, is the flesh and blood, he has not idiots to personally experience the idea.
At the moment when the yellow smoke overflowed, the reaction of the Golden Campaign was not slow. He did not retreat, but his Japanese standard was also far from the surprise of He Yiming.
His figure was like electricity, passing over the carriage, then came to the other side, his hands clinging to the horse not far away, but it was like a thing-like leap, and it was almost instantaneous. It appeared 100 meters away.
Zhang Zhongkai’s movements are also not slow, and it is far from being avoided before the yellow smoke fills in.
In their status, they will never do anything to take risks.
However, after the Golden Battle was settled, the black horse was released immediately, and the toes jumped. A stone-like plant broke the air, flying like a meteor to the carriage.
His use of the hidden weapon is so ingenious, even if it is wearing shoes, the power of the toe control is also reached to the point of the wonderful.
There seems to be a sound in the yellow smoke, and He Yiming’s ear is slightly moving, and he has already caught a trace.
In his induction, a person has slipped from the Year of the Horse and rolled forward in an extremely eccentric way.
This person's rolling degree is almost at the extreme, and it has already passed through the cover of yellow smoke in an instant. He is very close to Joe's position, just right to avoid the three innate powers such as He Yiming.
The people outside the crowd were originally turned over, and he was rushing into the crowd, and immediately slid into the crowd and went to the distance.
He Yiming’s heart was secretly shocked. This person’s means was so brilliant. Whether it was the ability to hide his whereabouts or the ability to make a mess, he even escaped the stone weapon of the Golden Campaign and mixed into the crowd in unexpected ways. Waiting in the middle.
This series of performances makes He Yiming feel like a person.
Although they are not all the way, this does not affect He Yiming's evaluation of him.
After the person turned around in the crowd, he suddenly passed through the crowd and turned to a wall. He was so familiar with the route that it was premeditated and calculated.
In the eyes of He Yiming, the world of light flashed, and the world in front of him suddenly became pale.
However, he did not wait until the line of familiarity appeared, and He Yiming’s heart was raised in an instant.
A powerful and fierce murderous skyrocketing, when He Yiming sensed this murder, even the hair on his body could not help but erect automatically.
The tracker on the chest was violently shaking. At this moment, He Yiming immediately retired from the realm of the wind, and he was completely alert.
Such a strong sense of incredible crisis, even when he faced Ai Wenbin and other great adults, have not encountered.
Of course, at that time, these sages did not intend to put him to death, so they did not use all their strength to deal with him.
In an instant, He Yiming has already reached the source of this gland.
In the other direction of the yellow smoke, a substantial gold-dyeing power has reached its peak in unconsciousness.
The strength of this gold system is different from that of his big knife. Although there is no such momentum as the peak of Mount Tai, the unique and indestructible of Jinju, the sharp and sharpness of the unbreakable, is even better.
In the Battle of Jin, He Yiming immediately understood that this momentum must have come from this Eastern powerhouse.
He Yiming's pupil quickly condensed, and he finally saw the strength of the gold battle, and the power of the tip of the iceberg has become so terrible. He finally understood why the great people above the main channel of Tianchi had seen their own strengths, but they still managed to delay their competition with the Golden Battle.
Those of the Sayādaw adults did not read the mistakes. The strength of the Golden Campaign was even more horrible than they expected.
Then, a flash of lightning broke through the space, and it seemed that at the moment of getting out of hand, it had reached the destination it was going to reach.
He Yiming has "listened". It came out. This is a gun, a long gun that is nearly three meters long.
The gun was worn from the other side of the smoke, leaving a transparent hole in the wall of the skull where the hedgehog disappeared, and then disappeared.
However, if the tip of the ear is like He Yiming, I can naturally hear that on the other side of the wall, there has been a sound of falling to the ground. Although he did not see it with his own eyes, He Yiming knew that when the assassin was about to flee from the place, it was a failure.
In the same way, although this gun is not a thorn to He Yiming, he still has a feeling of creeps.
There is always a thought in his mind. If he is to fight with the Golden Battle and let him stab the gun, how can he resist it?
Numerous thoughts have turned in his mind. It is only an instant, he has already judged it. Unless he uses a hundred and eight changes of the knife, he simply does not have the next grasp.
This is true even if the five-row ring is used.
This series of changes is only born between the moments, and the end is also in the blink of an eye.
When the vast majority of people have not responded to what they have been doing, the Golden Campaign has already taken a shot and killed the culprits.
The shadows flashed, and the Golden Campaign had jumped over the smoke that no longer continued to fill, and came outside the wall.
He Yiming hesitated a moment and jumped out.
Outside the wall, a man in black has already nailed a long gun into the opposite wall.
The Golden Campaign reached out and took out the long gun. He used the slave of the savvy and turned the man over.
This fierce shot turned out to be through the throat. The blood in the throat of the deaf person was kept with blood. The strong instinct attached to the gun body completely destroyed all the vitality in the human body.
This is an ordinary face, full of horror on his face, it seems that he does not believe it, he will die in this way.
He Yiming looked at this person, and his heart suddenly felt the same familiar feeling. He seems to have seen this person somewhere, but he can't remember it.
The Golden Battle saw a long gun on his hand, and there was a faint color in his eyes.
He Yiming looked at the sun, although he had just shot one person, but there was no trace of blood on the rifle. Whether it was the gun or the gun body, under the sunlight, it was bright and snowy.
The Golden Battle shook slightly, and the whole gun was softened. The gun body quickly became a long line, leaving only the remaining one that was still shining.
Subsequently, the entire long-term group smashed, and the golden battle was gently added to the gun head, which was put into the waist pocket of the body.
He Yiming’s eyes sparkled with amazement. He took a deep breath and said,
Golden brother, what is your rifle, what is it?

The Golden Battle smiled slightly~EbookFREE.me~ He didn't hide it. He said: "This gun is the legendary beast. After the dragon suede, the leather refining rain is the priceless treasure in the arsenal of the Lingbao Hall.

Shenlong? He Yiming hesitated and asked: "Do you have this thing in the world?"

"It is said that thousands of years ago, there were beasts and gods in the heavens and the earth. But in this enemy's millennium, there is no trace." The Golden Campaign sighed and said, "But the beast and the gods It is not uncommon to keep the miracles and miracles, so you should have this."
He Yiming suddenly remembered the first friend of 108, and the mighty man who might be Shinto disappeared inexplicably thousands of years ago.
As for the whereabouts of this person, even if it is a hundred and eight, it is not known.
With a slight sigh, He Yiming was waiting to speak, but suddenly heard a cry like a ghost crying and crying.
He confronted the two men in the Golden Campaign and immediately turned over the wall. He suddenly saw the owner of the house, Li Dongrong, crouching on the ground, crying in tears, and chilling.