Chapter 312: To whom is the blade drawn?

When Li Yan shattered the broken ring dragon sword, he originally stared at the bonfire, and the black rider sitting like a warrior was restless.
Even after the symbiosis with the old white man, the black riding ghost already has the language ability, but he is still accustomed to silence, and the way of expressing intentions is often flashing red mans eyes.
Li Yan glanced at Heiqi Ghost, frowning himself, slamming the ground, and the slump of dirt fell into the bonfire, making a crackling sound, the flames twisted and jumped, and the mottled light on Li Yan's face could not be reflected Shake.
Song Zuo, who was still dormant for the last second, rolled over and rolled to the corner of the wall. His eyes with cyan bags crossed the window, and the long night outside the window was as usual without any exception.
"Someone came in."
Song left his eyes hanging from the ceiling, pulled down the pistol's hammer, and cleared his throat.
"Looks upstairs."
Li Yan interface, but pointed to the wall of his right hand, the two looked at each other, four eyes pierced the wall like sharp arrows.
boom!
Suddenly, the wall was raised and cracked, and a large hole was broken open. Behind the flying earth and broken bricks, a shock bomb was thrown in. Song Zuo had no expression. The clasped pistol bounced as if he had life. The gun Two flames were sprayed out of the mouth. The first bullet shot into the broken wall hole, causing a muffled sound of someone behind the wall, and another bullet shot down the decaying door panel, shaking the still spinning air. The shot was shot out of the window impartially.
The sound waves and strong light shot into the old building full of holes from the gap. Li Yan's eyes narrowed and he was unaffected. His arched body burst into the dust.
Xun Fei's bullets came face-to-face. If the shocking bullet just showed the taste of capture and capture, then Song Zuo's bullets undoubtedly angered people.
clang! clang! clang! clang!
Several bullets crashed into the bucket and fell to the ground, and they were able to resist the bucket with two full machine gun belts. They actually faded in just four shots. The power of this seemingly inconspicuous bullet is far more than Old firearms in the hands of corpses of the Great Devil Lake.
The wild yak series like Song Zuo, or other, all in all, this must be the destructive power only in the winter season.
Li Yan rushed out of the dust and raised his eyes to see a combat soldier with his head and face covered in a radiation-proof helmet. He is shooting at himself with an assault rifle.
Oh! Oh!
The comer's footsteps moved lightly, and the rifle in his hand was fired at a slow and unhurried pace. Each bullet would be accurately fired at Li Yan's eye socket or neck in high-speed Tenghao, showing the soldier's excellent control of the firearms, and Unusual dynamic vision.
The doudou could not bear it, Li Yan stepped forward, and a figure hanged down from the door. Two sharp tactical daggers crossed to his neck. The smell of bitter almond in the air proved that the dagger was smeared. Some unknown toxin, even if it is poked, the effect may not be wonderful.
A simple but practical ambush.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the speed of Li Yan's reaction.
The two daggers almost rubbed against Li Yan's nose, and Li Yan only stepped back slightly, avoiding the blow with the minimum range of motion, followed closely by his knees like a viper, and the toe bite fiercely On the sneaker's radiation mask, cracks quickly spread, and fragments of composite material rammed into the man's eyes and lips, and blood spots splashed on the soles of Li Yan's shoes.
The man was forced through the cranial cavity, flying backwards like a withered tumbleweed everywhere.
At the same time, Li Yan's blue fight was finally unbearable and shattered.
The sound of the gunfire was suddenly noisy, not just two, but at least six or more gunmen hidden in the darkness firing at the same time when Li Yan lost his protection.
"Oh ~"
Rao used Li Yan's fierce temperament, and it was difficult to parry for a while. A mule turned over and drew away from the bullet, hiding in a rough room beside him.
But the fierce gunfire did not stop. The 200mm concrete could not resist the rough gun with the smell of pungent smoke. The bullet hit the wall and cracked a series of grape-shaped holes. Each had the size of a human head. The deserted room was even more dilapidated, like a large horse honeycomb.
Snapped!
An unscrupulous soldier snorted suddenly, not knowing where the bullets had penetrated his rifle and lungs in succession, and forced him to fall to the ground.
As the assault rifle's rough and chaotic gunshots suddenly mixed with a dull crackle. The sound of the hammering was clear and audible.
Stable, soothing and powerful.
Song Zuo's eyes were firm, and the barren building in front of him was a pitch dark with no five fingers. Even with the sight of the third-order armies, he could only dimly see the muzzle that was detected. Every time you pull the trigger, you can effectively kill your opponent.
With every explosion, a soldier must fall, apparently just two ordinary pistols that can be seen everywhere, but in the momentum of squeezing six or seven excellent new era assault rifles to death. This is no longer a question of arms and genetic capabilities, but a difference in combat capabilities.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, a hoarse electronic synthesizer came from the headphones worn by unknown soldiers. Li Yan could not hear it, but the gunmen rushed in at the same time. The lighting equipment on the rifle was like a bright long gun. , Thrust into Song Zuo's hiding house.
In the rough room like Ma Honeycomb, a figure shot straight, accompanied by countless falling cement bricks, and rushed towards these soldiers.
The crackling air pressure brought by Li Yan was like a giant axe!
Perhaps in the eyes of these soldiers, Li Yan, who had been set off by six assault rifles, had lost his ability to resist, so he relaxed his vigilance, and perhaps Li Yanzhan's assault speed was too horrible, so these tried to tighten the encirclement against Song Zuo. Soldiers couldn't respond at all. All in all, when Li Yangao's thin back approached his face and blocked the lights on the rifle in an instant, these soldiers had no time to fire the first shot.
The gorgeous and exquisite sword body of Qingfeng Sword cuts off a dazzling glory in the air against the lights, and instantly cuts this spray-fired automatic rifle into a broken part!
The sword was so fast that Li Yan had already reached his eyes, the soldier still pulled the trigger in vain, and his fingers twitched meaninglessly.
boom!
Li Yan with a back of his sword pulled a scar from the cracked blood on his face, and the man fell down.
Two scorching breaths approached Li Yan's waist and eyes, and the front of the two rifles of the left and right soldiers suddenly ejected a bayonet blade with a length of 20 cm. At the moment of Li Yan's back of the sword, he had pointed at the muscles of Li Yan, the black combat suit Jumping cheerfully like flowing water, the action of stabbing is perfect, regardless of angle or force.
The two were greeted by the rifle in their hand and the blade, which were chopped into parts by Qingfeng.
Facing Li Yan with a cold face, the two people in his hands were empty, and his brain had a momentary crash.
Uh ~
Another sword back.
The man on the left collapsed softly. Li Yan did not take back the Qingfeng sword, but instead took a homeopathic position on the neck of the last soldier. He pulled his neck collar and twisted his waist, facing the muzzle, blocking most of his body against him. Behind.
The gunfire stopped abruptly.
Song left his finger as he climbed a brick and stood up. The pistol was rock-solid and aimed at a soldier's chest.
"Who are you, why are you attacking us?",
The opposite soldiers looked at each other. In the end, one of them took off the combat mask, exposing a middle-aged face with a moustache on the upper lip.
He peeled off the Velcro on his shoulders, revealing sharp epaulets.
"The Sixth Field Army in Black Star Chariot i, ordered both of you to lay down your arms for review."
Song Zuo's face changed greatly, Li Yan sneered: "So straightforward? Why didn't you just stand at the door and just shout."
Even with the gray-faced face that was killed by Li Yan and Song Zuo, the middle-aged man with a moustache couldn't see a trace of sadness or anxiety.
"I admit that I underestimated you, and as an apology, I can repeat once again that the Sixth Field Army in the Black Star Chariot Zone i ordered both of you to drop your weapons and be reviewed."
Li Yan grinned and shook his head. To be honest, the words in front of him could not only make him feel a little threat, but made his evaluation and impression of the Black Star chariot plummet.
Crude and self-righteous, the indifference and contempt that have been defeated but still undisguised make Li Yan very doubtful about the IQ of the person in front of him.
Dang 啷 ~
The sound of the two pistols colliding with the concrete floor was harsh.
Li Yan turned his head a little unexpectedly, and it was Song Zuo who dropped the pistol.
There is no expression on the old man's face. He shook his head at Li Yan slightly, then raised his hands, and slowly squatted down behind his head.
He was able to destroy the combat squad in the building with his two pistols and complex terrain, but at the moment he gave up his resistance like a weak old man.
Moustache's gaze moved to Li Yan: "I admire a strong warrior, even if he is from the wilderness. But I don't want to repeat it a third time."
The armbands are real, don't provoke them.
Li Yan saw such a sentence in the eyes of the old man in Song.
This look tells the most practical rules of a hunter who has been crawling in the wilderness since childhood.
Survival, patience, and dignity can be maintained in the weaker.
Li Yan reported silence on this.
The rumbling sound moved far and near, and the ceiling jittered even more.
On the edge of the horizon, green tracks rolled over the gravel, silver-armored bear-type tanks rushed out of the horizon, semi-mounted off-road trucks followed unhurriedly, several rough black missiles held their warheads high, and the launchers supported by the support were straight Means the sky. Li Yan could even see the soldiers in black uniforms sliding electronically with tactical boards in the carriage.
The feeling of rushing to the face and being extremely lingering is completely different from the violent organization equipped with guns and riding on an off-road vehicle, but a solemn and irresistible power machine!
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