Chapter 1659: Pull you to die together

The two of us ran, chased, staggered and staggered after chasing. They looked funny and awkward. It was a unique scene on the fierce battlefield.
However, it didn’t last long before it was broken by a sharp exclamation. One of the support staff of the Knights of the Round Table Guild had a girl who was slacking off and looked at me abruptly, and immediately saw the blue-grey, shriveled stiff. She was tall and thin, she was afraid that she had never seen such an ugly monster, it was even more terrible than carrion puppets-at least the appearance of the carrion puppets looked shiny and shiny.
This scream interrupted the attacks of both parties at the same time. Everyone looked blank and stared at the screaming girl.
The girl was full of horror, stretched out her fingers, and pointed tremblingly at the thin tall man, her voice trembling more than her fingers: "Weird, monster!"
"Oh fuck!"
There was another exclamation, and from the ego team, it was Rocky's voice: "Boss, what is that thing chasing you?"
Glancing at Loki's surprised expression, I said uncomfortably: "Where do I know, do you want to come and ask yourself?"
"Forgive me, boss!" Rocky suddenly put on a bitter face and said, "That thing looks crippled from afar."
"If you feel crippled, please help!" I dragged my leg and limped and said, "Hit it with a firecracker, attach magic, and use flames!"
"Really!" Rocky put on a self-contained look, and the firebolt rotated twice at his fingertips. When he paused, the trigger happened to be on his index finger, but the muzzle was directed at his own head, frightened. The guy groaned and threw the gun out.
I saw this scene when I was dragging my legs, and I almost gave an order to make Phoenix throw this teaser over to the thin and tall man as a snack.
"Oh, I made a mistake, boss" Rocky scratched his head and smiled.
My eye sockets twitched, and my stomach hurts: "Quite, pick up the firecracker! How about we change positions, you spend a while with it, and I rest?"
Loki was taken aback and hurriedly bent over and quickly picked up the firecrackers. Without being handsome anymore, he closed his left eye and focused on his right eye. At the same time, the firecrackers were wrapped in a magical magic like flames.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, huh!
A gunshot, a red lead bullet, whistling, spinning, passing a heat stream, and heading straight to the tall thin man.
puff!
With a muffled sound, the lead bullet was embedded in the thin tall man's chest, and with a snort, a large cloud of white smoke came out.
The huge impact delayed its action, and the tall and thin man held his body, lowered its head strenuously, staring blankly at the lead bullet on the right chest, and let out a low roar.
The burning lasted only a few seconds, and the cooled lead bullet gradually changed from a bright red to a dull gray-black, and was soon covered by a layer of cyan frost.
"None... invalid?!" Loki was startled and couldn't help exclaiming.
"It's not completely useless," I comforted him: "At least let it stop for a few seconds."
"I, let me just say, Loki, a wise and martial marksman like me, how could the bullet shot out be useless!" Loki forced his composure and looked proud.
I hid my face and sighed: "I'm not complimenting you."
At this time, in the back-up team of the Knights of the Round Table Guild, a strong man with a huge sword came out from the crowd, rushed to the thin and tall man, and shouted: "Stop, stop, this is our vice president. !"
He walked quickly to the thin and tall man and stared at him blankly.
I reminded me hurriedly: "Get out of it, it is no longer your vice president, it is now..."
"Shut up!" The strong man turned his head, with a giant sword in his hand, and pointed at me: "It's you, it must be you, what have you done to our vice president, and why did he become like this!"
I spread my hands and said innocently: "I just killed him in an ordinary way...The two armies are fighting, and the enemy and us are fighting. It should be a normal thing to kill the enemy."
"I didn't say this!" The strong man said with grief, "Fighting on the battlefield, it's normal for you to die or live, but why did you turn our vice president into such a human and ghost? Does he have anything to do with you? Is it hatred, or that you have a hobby in this respect!"
"Hey, hey, can you just define others casually!" I said unhappy: "If I really have the ability, no one of the few people I killed before has changed, but your deputy will It can be like this when it grows...Hey, be careful!"
While we were talking, the thin and tall man had recovered from the sluggish state, and the godless eyes locked on the strong man in front of him in an instant, with a big mouth, and two rows of white teeth flashed cold, aiming at the strong man. His neck is just a bite.
"Ah!" The bitten sturdy man let out a tragic scream. He struggled twice first, and found that he couldn't get rid of it, and simply used the power of fading, condensing most of the white light on the giant sword in his hand, aiming at the tall and thin man. The head is just a stab.
"Uh, I said, didn't you just keep saying that he is your vice president?" I jokingly said on the sidelines.
"The vice president is dead. You killed it. It's just a monster now, hiss. Why is this head so hard? I said you come over and help!"
The strong and strong man struggled fiercely. With a giant sword in his hand, he chopped off the thin man's head, cut off his hair, and opened his scalp, but he couldn't cut his skull.
Holding the knife, I glanced at the healing ankle, and said in a moment: "My ankle was caught by it just now. Guess how I broke free?"
The brawny man was chewed so badly, his face was already pale, and he scolded: "Don't be too wordy, Nima, say it!"
I rolled my eyes, and said disdainfully: "Cut, it's just your attitude, you are a ghost."
The strong man immediately softened: "Please, please speak up."
Pointing at my ankle, I said, "I used a knife to cut off a large piece of skin and flesh before I was able to escape. If you want to try it, come a strong man with a broken wrist, maybe you can get out of danger~"
"Get out of Nima!" The strong and sturdy man shouted and cursed: "You are the ankle, mine is the neck, how can it be treated equally!"
"Hey, you look down on the ankle" I jokingly said: "People's ankles are also very bitter, not only as the connection point between the ankle and the calf, but also to support your big head. Unexpectedly, you actually said If you are so rude, I really feel sad for your ankle."
Eighty percent of the strong man was driven crazy by the severe pain and biting chill. He stared at the bloodshot bull's eye, dragged the thin tall man who was biting his neck desperately, and pushed towards me step by step.
His expression was savage to the extreme, and his voice was almost irrational snarling: "You bastard, even if you die, I will get you!"
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