I was driving very hard just now, why did I get rid of the car?

Sure enough, does an old driver have to play a role in the car?

Before Tang Luo could wake up the old driver again.

The sound of the propeller came from the sky not far away.

Turning around, you can see an ink-black helicopter falling down a few hundred meters away, with a sign engraved on the fuselage.

There is a circle outside and a trident composed of three short-value knives in the middle.

"Resistance?"

Tang Luo threw the old driver back into the car.

It is obvious that asking the rebels would definitely have more information than asking the old civilian driver.

Soon, black figures appeared from the other side of the road and rushed over.

Fifteen people, each wearing special black clothes, looked like a combat uniform of an organization like Swat, but not as many pockets and fancy equipment.

Just on the right shoulder, there is an intercom and a small shoulder bag around the waist.

The weapons in their hands were not guns, but black straight knives.

A black circular helmet wrapped around the chin, revealing the entire face.

It can be seen that these fifteen people showed amazing murderous intent on their faces.

"kill!"

As one of them growled and roared, five people were divided into three groups, and the speed suddenly increased.

It has exceeded the 100-meter sprint speed that ordinary people can achieve.

This is a group of well-trained warriors, but I don’t quite understand why I use cold weapons.

Where is your gun? Where is the dada Gatlin?

The black wind collided with the black reef!

The fierce battle... did not unfold.

Half a minute later, a group of people lay down on the ground, moaning in pain, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, without even the strength to grab them again.

"Master, this knife seems to be the same product as this great sword." Zhu Bajie held a straight knife and gestured with the great sword in his hand.

It was found that most of the two were of the same origin.

Or, the straight sword comes from a great sword?

"This thing can also destroy our armor." Ao Yulie raised his hand, with many white marks on his palm, which were slowly fading away.

This is what I left when I blocked these people's attacks just now.

There are also many on it.

If you give them a while to cut them, you might be able to break the defense.

And armor actually has a certain self-healing function.

"Strength and speed are at least at the level of first-level gods and demons walking." Tang Luo said.

The three people seemed to be scholars of research.

Of course, the combatants lying on the ground heard the ears, which were the whispers of the demons and the roar of the beasts.

Originally, after the change of armor, the knowledge of the inherent welfare language of the God and Demon Game has lost its effect.

It should be said that what Tang Luo and the others said was not understood by others.

But the rest are not affected. Tang Luo and others can understand the conversations of these people and fully understand their language and words.

For example, a young man was filled with tears in his eyes and whispered: "Ahua..." I don't know if it was his lover or the pig he raised.

"Captain, what's going on with these Tianjian Star people?"

"They didn't kill us, why?"

"That, is it a dog or a cat..."

The spire aliens descending from the sky have no origin or origin.

Unable to communicate, unable to communicate.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that when they land on the earth, they will start killing, bringing death and destruction.

"Tianjian Star Man, because we are wearing pointed helmets?" Ao Yulie stretched out his hand and touched the helmet on his head, "Why don't you call the Zen Star Man?"

These people have no talent for naming.

"Master, our voices have been changed by the armor, and these people can't understand it." Zhu Bajie said.

"Then write." Tang Luo said.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the words, you can communicate with others by writing.

Can living people still suffocate to death by urine?

Zhu Bajie took off a big sword behind him, used the sword as a pen, and wrote and painted on the ground.

“…”

The combatants over there all opened their eyes widened.

Unscientific!

These Tianjian Stars are strange!

"Captain! It's writing!"

"Shut up! I can see it and cough cough!"

"Captain, he is asking who we are!"

"I can see it, no need to report!"

Fifteen people, five people, one team, and three captains.

"Captain, you have never said that the Tianjian Star People can write!" The team members were shocked.

"He, mom, I never knew they could write!"

The captain has been fighting against the Tianjian Star Man for almost two years.

Human beings have established "Home Watch" to fight against the Tianjian Stars. It has never been known how long it has been. There has never been any record that the Tianjian Stars can write.

They have always been simple killing machines.

Suddenly it wasn't simple, and everyone was shocked.

"They are asking again, what are the Tianjian Star people? Who are they, where they come from, and where are they going..."

"These three are not fools of the Tianjian Star Man, are they?"

"It may also be a philosopher."

Ao Yulie walked over, arrested the guy who said "fool", and smashed it on the ground twice.

Suddenly silent.

The Tianjian Star people understood it! And they were angry when they were called "fools"!

A group of combatants were confused, and their previous cognition was completely broken.

Doubt that you are dreaming or collectively hallucinating.

"Are these guys stupid? Answer our questions!" Ao Yulie said impatiently, stretched out his fist from the big casserole and shook it twice in front of the captain.

The meaning of threat is obvious.

"Forget it, ask where Yang Jian is first?" Tang Luo did not choose to save the soul, so let's talk first.

I really can't talk about re-releasing the soul again. After all, the power of saving the soul is not enough to be absorbed. If the output is high, it may also destroy the armor.

"Friends, have you heard of Yang Jian? There is a vertical pupil on the internet in the middle of the eyebrows. Most of the time it is a vertical mark, like a scar. Every day, you have a cold face. Each of you owe me 250 yuan. Talking to you is a gift for you, and you owe someone you want to get very much."

Ao Yulie took over Zhu Bajie's work and arranged Yang Jian with great enthusiasm.

Most of the ground around him was filled with him.

The sword is so big, of course the words written are also big.

You have to be far away to finish it.

The Tianjian Star people wrote, but for the first time, a group of people couldn't help but stretch their necks to look at it.

"It seems you know." Tang Luo said, and casually selected a member to grab it, using it as a pen, and wrote on the ground, "Where is he?"

Ao Yulie had just started writing, but these people didn’t have that big reaction.

But when Ao Yulie described Yang Jian's characteristics, although the group of people tried to remain calm, many of them still changed their faces and did not cover them up.

They knew Yang Jian.
To be continued...