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Chapter 177 Wang Jin Group

Song Side felt that he was still afraid of death, so he nodded seriously. He thought Gao Jian might be trying to ask him some questions, but at this time he was full of dirt, so he had to spit out the dirt first to make it easier to speak.

"Something is useless, I'm afraid." Gao Jian hit his neck with a palm, knocking him unconscious.

Song Side:???

[Negative emotions from Song Side+666.]

To be honest, it is really difficult for two D-level sneak attacks to pose a threat to Gao Jian, and in view of the current situation, Gao Jian actually has nothing to ask about. But C-level is a very rare one after all, and for most ordinary warriors, the sneak attacks between the two are still very fatal.

The black blade seemed to be prepared.

In more than twenty minutes, Gao Jian met three waves of teammates and did not say hello.

He encountered two waves of ambushing with black blades, but they were all ambushed by low-level martial artists, so Gao Jian easily prepared them.

Gao Jian didn't go in the middle because he felt that the closer he got to the center, the more dangerous it was.

But what happened next made him overturn his inertial thinking.

Wang Jin has been in the mountains for more than 20 minutes. He had encountered two sneak attacks before, killing the other party. The last time he rescued Gao Jian and was injured, Wang Jin was in disguise, which made him break through the bottleneck and directly advance to level C. At this time, there were 3 D-level martial artsists around him, and 4 people formed a standard investigation team.

The four of them moved forward carefully, but just as Wang Jin passed by a piece of sand, his instinctive feeling was wrong.

ground?

At this moment, the ground more than ten square meters seemed to be a ferocious beast that was devoured by people suddenly opened, and it was about to swallow Wang Jin and the other four of them in an instant.

"Get back!"

Wang Jin roared and kicked the ground violently. At the same time, he grabbed the two companions around him with both hands, one left and one right, and jumped back with force.

With a bang, the soldier who had not had time to escape was flooded with sand.

However, before the attack was over, the moment Wang Jin took off, four bamboo guns shot from 30 meters away.

Brush brush brush brush.

Four bamboo spears broke through the air and shot at Wang Jin and the other two respectively. The moment Wang Jin touched his feet on the ground, the bamboo spear had already arrived.

Wang Jin's face was solemn. He used his light yellow spiritual power and attacked with both fists, hitting the tips of the two bamboo guns respectively.

Two bangs.

Two C-level fluctuations came from the tip of the gun. Wang Jin numbed his hands and took three steps back to stabilize his body.

Wang Jin could block it, but the two D-levels beside him were not good.

The young man in green clothes on the left was not too nervous when he saw that the bamboo gun was flying over, but like Wang Jin, punched the bamboo gun.

Unfortunately, the young man had a little pride but no corresponding strength. The moment the tip of the gun came into contact with his right fist, the young man's right fist was pierced by the sharp tip of the gun. When he heard Wang Jin's warning, he wanted to dodge, the bamboo gun had pierced into the young man's chest with strong inertia. The tip of the gun came out of his back spine and stabbed the young man directly into the face.

On the right side of Wang Jin is a middle-aged man in his 30s. Although he is both D-level, his experience is much richer than that of young people in green.

Seeing the bamboo gun flying towards him, he had no idea of ​​resisting, and he rushed out directly.

But even so, the bamboo gun still stabbed the middle-aged man in the waist, bringing a long bloodline.

Wang Jin's pupils contracted rapidly, and the sneak attackers dozens of meters away were all C-level. With the advantages of range, he probably had no chance of winning one-on-two.

At this time, Wang Jin had already thought of retreating. He was about to rush over and pick up this injured companion when four bamboo guns shot from afar again.

Wang Jin's first idea was to go away.

However, the four bamboo guns were thrown with C-level power at 30 meters away, and it was almost impossible to avoid them completely.

Wang Jin rushed out sideways, trying to avoid the ballistics of two of the bamboo guns, and then intercepted the other two bamboo guns with all their strength. Unfortunately, the body that was flying was not as flexible as the flat ground. When Wang Jin fought hard with his knee, he was finally pierced by the tip of the gun.

The gun rod is not very strong, but the tip of the gun is of characteristic.

Wang Jin found that there seemed to be no spiritual power attached to the tip of the spear. He could actually pierce his C-level body protection spiritual pressure by relying on speed and strength.

The Black Blade Sneaker did not give Wang Jin a rest. As soon as Wang Jin landed on the ground, his limbs of bamboo spears broke through the air again.

Wang Jin just wanted to get up and hide again, but the wound on his leg made his thigh numb. After staggering, Wang Jin lost the best time to hide.

pill!

Brush brush brush brush.

Now Wang Jin had no way out. He squatted on the ground and seemed to be fighting against four bamboo guns.

However, just as he was about to take a blow to the boat, he suddenly felt that the collar of the back of his neck was grabbed by one hand and swung it back. Before Wang Jin could resist, he flew backwards.

who?

Wang Jin felt that this scene seemed familiar!

Gao Jian was quite far away just now, so he rushed over. His defense was not much stronger than Wang Jin, but he was not panicked at all when facing four bamboo guns, because he didn't stand behind Wang Jin, and the bamboo gun could not be inserted even if it came.

But Gao Jian still took action. He did not choose to firecracker guns, but instead looked forward with his index finger and middle finger, quickly and accurately clamped on the tip of a gun.

——Lingxi One Finger.

Bang.

The moment the bamboo gun was caught, the few people were stunned for a moment, especially the two people on the opposite side.

To be honest, the tip of the bamboo gun is of characteristic and the body is very crisp. It is not difficult to blow up this kind of weapon, it is enough to be strong enough. But if they want to clamp it, they have demonstrated it so many times but no one has succeeded.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and Gao Jian had turned the gun over and threw it at the opposite side.

Wang Yue just paused and threw two bamboo guns again, which was only one second slower than Gao Jian. Frankly speaking, just grab them. After all, he only had one bamboo gun. When this thing did not form a quantitative suppression, it was quite easy to avoid.

The power of two and four is very different. If you only throw one, what is the difference between it and the children playing with pockets?

He Feng thought so too, but he could not make the offensive moves like Wang Yue, because Gao Jian stabbed him with this shot.

He Feng calmly turned to the left. In order to fight in this special environment, they had tried repeatedly to throw guns. It was no difficulty to avoid a single bamboo gun, after all, this thing cannot turn around.

In addition to the one in front of you...

"I'll knock!"

He Feng couldn't figure out that the good bamboo gun also had a certain angle with him, so why did he suddenly turn around at 5 meters?

Of course, despite this, He Feng did not panic.

This thing is equivalent to the attack power of a C-level expert, and he is also a C-level expert, so there is nothing terrible wrong with it...
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