Chapter 530 (1/2)

Duan Xin, who used the magic to fight, had the support of Luo Yi and the time to ease. He leaned against a cement pillar, and then he felt that his hands were shaking. Several gunmen saw the opportunity and were about to raise their guns, but they found that someone on the other side provoked the muzzle of the gun and raised their provocations on their side. Thinking about it, they put down their guns and grabbed the daggers respectively.

Archer's men smiled and also abandoned their guns and drew their knives.

There are four guys who feel that Duan Xin is at the end of a powerful crossbow and compete to cut Duan Xin. Although they can't compare with the endless hate, their strength can't be underestimated.

Duan Xin smiled and nodded. The next moment he stood up and was as steady as a mountain.

He stepped, twisted, and swept out in a circle.

It's like sweeping thousands of troops.

The surging power of the blade once again gathered into a bright light. If you were surprised, you were sweeping the other party's body. The three people's chests were bleeding and flying upside down irregularly.

Duan Xin followed the trend and hit another gunman with the shoulder of the shot.

This seemed to be wrong, but the gunman's chest made a series of bone cracks. The collapsed broken bones stabbed the internal organs, oppressed the blood, and gushed out of his seven orifices. Obviously, he couldn't live at all.

But he didn't immediately fall to the ground.

His body was still swinging back, and in his bloodshot eyes, there was an indescribable shock in addition to the eroded breath of death.

Duan Xin gently poked his forehead with the tip of a knife, and he fell to the ground unwilling.

Then Duan Xin leaned over and grabbed his pistol and looked at the fierce battle of hate Wuqi and Luo Yi.

Duan Xin appreciates and despises hate life. If hate life doesn't engage in sneak attacks and concealed weapons, he really wants to bring hate life to himself.

Unfortunately, heaven is not what people want.

This man has a bad nature and may not be as good as Wang Liuliu.

Therefore, he checked the bullets in the gun and loaded it with a click, hoping to give hate a taste of being attacked.

At this time, Wang Liuliu also pulled out his pistol. He aimed at Luo Yi.

When hate Wuqi and Luo also separated briefly, Duan Xin and Wang 661 fired bullets one after another.

Bang bang!

”Ah!” I just wanted to take a breath. With a strange cry, the three blade knife quickly split out. The bullets flying in the incredible split split in two with one knife.

I'm afraid I can't do it with someone else.

However, there was also a slight difference between hate and life, and it didn't split in the center of the bullet.

Half of the son's bullets didn't know where to fly, and the other half poured into his right chest.

One breath can't be brought up. Hate Wuqi felt the decline of Qi for the first time in his life. At this time, Luo Yifei cut himself to the ground.

In a hurry, he had to raise his knife to block.

When!

The strength could not be continued. This knife could not be stopped at all. Luo Yi's knife directly pressed down and cut into the shoulder of henwuqi. Luo Yiyuan instinctively cut henwuqi to death, but at this time, his lower abdomen was also shot by Wang 661.

Two people roared at the same time, each difficult to force.

Wang Liuliu smiled. Whether he hated life or death, he was happy to kill Luo. Therefore, he wanted to make up for the fatal second shot.

But he didn't shoot it.

A knife flashed slightly and cut at his back neck.

Wang Liuliu felt the great crisis behind him. He was very frightened. If someone came behind him silently, it must be an expert. It was too late to turn his head to see who it was. He reacted quickly to the thief, like beating chicken blood. He stepped on the wall, slipped out obliquely, Shua, and the sudden blade passed over his head, A scalp with a big palm was cut off with a poke.

One upside down, Wang Liuliu supported his body. When he looked closely, he saw a man standing next to him, stiff as a dead body, with a face of death.

Wucheng!