Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The poisonous gangs and the vultures have been ruthless.

They originally thought that the attack of "New Jinshan" by the Golden Teeth boss was frustrated, and Citigroup helped the smoke to disappear. The ambition of the wilderness hegemony would also collapse.

What's more, the golden tooth boss with two little ghosts traveled for a few days in the "Northern Wilderness Area", exhausted, has already broken through the limit, it should be a description of the dry, sitting on the bones of the bones.

Unexpectedly, under the blessing of invisible flames, the dead bones have once again become the undead, killing the infernal tyrant!

At this moment, countless crickets reminiscent of the horror of the Golden Tooth Raiders ravaged the **** wilderness. Their hearts were once again the tyrannical tyranny of the Golden Tooth and the tyrannical captives of the "Army", becoming the chicks in front of the Tigers, motionless, letting Slaughter.

In a short while, seven or eight armored off-road vehicles have been overturned or blown up by the Golden Tooth.

The number of bodies is close to 100.

Until now, the attack of the Golden Teeth boss was slightly delayed. The blood of the red body began to flow out of the body, and between the nose and mouth, a white smoke burning like steam was spewed out.

Even though he was bruised and bruised, he still insisted on silence, stepping, dodging, slashing, slashing, snowing and slashing, such as the bend of death, constantly harvesting an ugly life.

"The boss is tired, we have to help him!"

The white deer is called to the Wanzang sea otter.

Wan Zanghai has been chaotic, and he did not dare to look at the eyes of a boy like a tiger. His lips were shaking for a long time and he couldn’t think of a rhetoric. He simply handed the guns and bullets to the white deer, raised his hands, and did not matter. The way you care about yourself.

To be honest, after a round of intensive shooting that attracted firepower, they also had not many bullets left, and they rushed to death.

What's more, this is the "dog biting dog" between the Mozu. In the position of the "underground family" of Wanzanghai, there is indeed no need to send death.

The white deer can't take care of so much. If he can't take care of his identity, he will be seen by Wanzanghai. He will drop Wanzanghai to the ground, take away all the guns and ammunition, and rush toward the wind and sand.

"Brother, please!"

The boy's eyes have never been so firm, and the facial lines have never been so embarrassing, as if growing up in a flash.

"If you have made up your mind"

My brother was silent for a moment, said, "Well, my brother is doing his best!"

When the boy rushed into the sand, the blood of the golden tooth had turned the gravel under his feet into mud.

His speed was slow, and the number of gangsters immediately appeared. Several dozen automatic rifles fired at the same time, and his body armor and third-level armor were splashed by Mars, and the limbs were exposed. Another blood flower.

Seeing that the gangsters formed a firepower suppression, the golden tooth boss was firmly attracted by the fire line, and when he could not break free, the boy rushed up.

"what!"

The boy gave a beast-like roar, and his brother slammed it a bit. An invisible brain wave surged like a shock wave, and there was a "heavy" in the depths of all the gangsters around. Hammer, suddenly many of the gangsters straightened their eyes, nose and nose bleeding, faltering, into a "concussion" state.

These gangsters who temporarily lost their fighting power became the best targets for human flesh and blood. They were slashed by the golden tooth boss, cutting their throats and taking away their weapons.

Even if the white deer rely on trembling hands, they can easily hit their heads.

The enemies in the distance did not dare to go forward, relying on the off-road vehicle to shoot them, it seems to go beyond the white deer and brother's previous attack range, but the brother still resists the pain, 狠狠 "push" for the second time, then the first Three times, fourth time, fifth time.

Each of the gangsters blew his nose and nose, and he was exposed from the back of the off-road vehicle. He was named by the golden tooth boss.

"Enough, little devil, your brother has to overdraw!"

The golden tooth boss threw an automatic rifle to the white deer and whispered.

"Not enough, boss, my brother said that he can do more, believe us!"

The white deer grinned, the nostrils, the ear holes, the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth slowly overflowing the **** beads. I only felt that the chest and abdomen burned badly. My brother seemed to turn his brain into a bomb, and it was pushed again and again. "Dissipate all the loss, fear, pain and anger from small to large, and vent them to the heads of poisonous and vultures."

The natural sands gradually subsided, but the white deer, the brother and the golden-blooded winds, the wind-colored sands were getting stronger and stronger, and the pioneers of the two gangs were completely covered. The gangsters finally couldn’t stand it, leaving their weapons and fleeing to the rear. While escaping, he shouted in his mouth: "Devil! Demon! Devil!"

The white deer and the golden tooth boss looked at each other and saw the smile at the bottom of each other.

Yes, they are of course demons. Is there any problem?

The boy and the wasteland tyrant shoulder shoulders, striding forward, brain waves spurring each other and supporting, constantly shooting "spiritual lightning" and a burning bullet, until the boy's nephew bursts out blood until the brother's The brain cells are burned to ashes until the wound of the golden tooth is no longer bleeding, and the body shape is awkward, and one knee falls to the ground.

At this time, five meters in front of them, they can not see half of the enemy.

"Boss, why are you bosses!"

The white deer rushed to help the old man, and found that although he was surrounded by hot white smoke, his body was cold and scary, cold like a dead body.

His body armor and armor were completely smashed, his chest and blood were blurred, like a messy horse cell, and even the red eye on the left side was inlaid with a bullet and burned the eye into a black hole. It looks even more ugly.

But the white deer does not feel that the golden tooth is ugly or stinky. He just wants to give his own heat to the other side, and distribute his heartbeat and brain waves to the other side, more!

"You will not have anything, boss, believe me, the reinforcements will come soon, this is what you said, you can't lie to me, you can't lie to me, I believe you so much, you can't lie to me!"

The boy called heartbreaking.

"Don't be so embarrassed, just like I am really dead."

The grandmother of the golden tooth pouted, spit out a sticky black blood, whisper.

"Really, really?"

The white deer is overjoyed.

"Crap, you, are your two brothers still okay?"

The golden tooth boss carefully looked at the white deer, using a rough hand to help him gently wipe the blood, sweat and dust on his face.

"We are fine, we are very good, Yuri's 'soul notes' is really amazing, my brother can actually 'push' a dozen times, but he is a little tired now, take a break, take a break!"

The white deer still refused to let go of the golden tooth boss. Some people tried in vain to help him clean up the wound. I don’t know where to start. The wound is too much and too dense. It just shreds the internal organs of the golden tooth, which is very doubtful. How could he still be alive?

"That's good."

The golden tooth boss is weak, "That's good."

In fact, it is not good at all.

Both of them are very clear that they have just killed only the vanguards of the drug gangs and vultures.

Although the two gangsters are a rabble, they are not idiots. It is impossible to put all the forces together and sneak up, especially in the face of the tyrannical hegemony of the Golden Tooth Raider, the well-known horror "capable".

These are just pioneers, and then slowly approaching, and constantly shooting in the distance, is the absolute main force of the two gangs.

The white deer and the golden tooth boss have not had the strength to stand up.

Regardless of the "corps" of the Golden Teeth boss or the "spiritual lightning" of the white deer brother, it is also put aside and even the vitality of the master.

This is the real bombing of the food, the mountains are running out.

However, looking at the enemy forces that are gradually approaching, the two are very strange. They did not give birth to a little bit of fear, regret or regret. The boy and the wilderness overlord looked at each other and saw only calm in the eyes of each other.

"I am sorry."

The wilderness overlord said to the boy.

"No, it's very good, it's always going to die anyway, so it's good to die."

The boy said with a smile.

"No, I mean last night. I really should have promised last night, and I will play "Master of the Chess" with you."

The wasteland overlord seriously.

"Last life, I really hope that in the next life, I can... I can see the King of the Golden Teeth again. When you come, you will teach me the "Lords", okay?"

There was a tear in the boy’s smile.

"...OK, believe me, sure."

The wasteland overlord said.

The gangsters are getting closer and closer to them, and the boys and the wasteland hegemons are unknowingly leaning against each other.

"This time I should have some music, but unfortunately I didn't have a speaker, or I will sing it to you."

The Wasteland Overlord said, "The Road to the Country, Take Me Home," is it?"

"Not good, I am tired of listening."

The boy smiled. "Will you sing "Reproduce yesterday?" I want to hear that."

"Ah, that..."

"Sing, let's listen to the "Country Road, take me home", I am really curious, your singer will sing "Yesterday reappears", how about, sing, boss, I like to listen You sing "Reproduce yesterday" and sing it!"

The boy swayed the arm of the Wasteland Overlord.

The pale face of the wilderness tyrants showed a blush.

He cleared his throat and spit out a thick black blood. He was really ready to open.

But at this time, the sound of the wind in the sky was accompanied by dense bullets, but it covered his singing.

The burning barrage is like a heavy rain, spilling on the earth.

But not for the two of them, but for the gangsters not far away.

The white deer squinted and saw dozens of squirting backpacks in the lead cloud, with silver-white wings, fierce like an eagle, as sly as a squirrel-like soldier.

They are condescending, well-trained, fiercely fierce, and carry out one-sided harvesting and slaughter of the criminals.

Even if the sun is bleak, their advanced armor with future colors, as well as the "contract" logo on the chest, are still shining and shining.

The reinforcements finally came.

It is the new type of rocket flying soldier who is secretly trained in the "Contract"!

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