The glorious bomb is a tradition of the Chinese people. It has a bit of tragic color. When you cannot survive, the glorious bomb will die with the enemy. Luo Zheng also has the glorious bomb. He will not take it out until the last moment. It is not used to kill himself, but to blow up the sniper rifle. The sniper rifle belongs to the country and must not fall into the hands of the enemy.

Luo Zheng looked at the enemies surrounding the sides getting closer and closer, and sneered disdainfully. Then he looked at the enemy who was knocked to the ground in front of him slowly getting up, and the roar of fighter planes was getting closer and closer, leaving him looking for death. The last time for the last attempt came. Luo Zhenghan pulled the riveter away with his face, threw it in the pile of sniper rifle parts, pulled out his pistol and rushed down the hillside, making a roar that was deafening, with endless unwillingness and anger, like a violent god of war.

"Puff puff puff!" Luo Zheng launched a counterattack against the enemy. The charge of a man was like a huge force. The pistol and bullets seemed to have eyes, and kept killing the enemy who reacted and tried to shoot back. The feet were even more full of tigers, like tigers going down the mountain.

The enemy corpses on both sides fired, but were blocked by the slopes and the woods. In addition, Luo Zheng was too fast and had already run away before he could aim. At this time of life and death, Luo Zheng burst out with amazing potential, stretching a long white shadow in the void, constantly shooting and moving forward.

The pistol bullet was finished and there was no time to change the bullets, and there was no bullet to change. Luo Zheng threw it away, and the pistol disappeared into the snow around him, completely completing his last mission. At this time, Luo Zheng had already rushed to the enemy and pulled out the Dragon Tooth Saber.

"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared angrily, like a thunderous explosion. His voice rolled up with endless fighting spirit, shaking the mountains and fields. The dragon's teeth were unsheathed with a long sword. The cold light was as cold as ice and snow that had not melted for billions of years, exuding a terrifying aura of death. The long sword rolled up and rolled up endless murderous aura to rush towards the enemy group.

Tiger teeth in the left hand and dragon teeth in the right hand. At this moment, Luo Zheng rushed into the enemy group like a god of war with a heroic spirit that looked down on the world. He flew out a long sword and drew out a terrifying death trainer, cutting out an enemy's head, and blood spurted out from his chest, but his body stood in a state of uncertainty. In the sun, it was extremely strange.

Fighters roared over, and the enemy and us strangled together, and there was no way to bomb the people on the slope. Luo Zheng calculated this accurately and continued to stare at the enemy ahead without raising his head. The tiger's eyes were cold and murderous intent. The dragon-toothed sword in his hand rolled up death vortexes to cover the enemy.

The invisible sword technique was fully utilized at this moment.

The two enemies attacked from left to right, Luo Zheng seemed to have no idea, and a step passed through the middle of the two, and the dragon teeth drew a terrifying horse, instantly tore open an enemy's throat, lifted up a blood arrow, and stepped a step under his feet, wrapped his left hand around, hugging an enemy in his arms like lightning. The tiger-toothed saber held back cut the opponent's boom. Luo Zheng loosened his hand and the opponent's body collapsed to the ground.

A strong wind came from his ear. Luo Zheng knew it was not good, so he squatted without turning his head back. He slashed his hands with one knife and cut down his hands effortlessly. He also rushed over with the steel gun that hit him, blood rushing to the ground, and then the other party let out a shrill scream and rolled in pain.

As soon as the dragon teeth were closed, Luo Zheng's feet slipped, and the long sword slashed forward. One after another, screaming sounded one after another. The three enemies fell to the ground in pain, holding their bloody legs tightly. The shrill screams were so far away, which made people feel heartbroken. At this time, Luo Zheng stood up with his eyebrows frowned, his eyes like swords, and his lips were closed like a blade, and he coldly swept over the enemies who were rushing up around him.

"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared again, his voice roared out with endless fighting spirit, rolling out like thunder, shocking the enemy, and the attack in his hand was involuntarily slowed down. Luo Zheng took the opportunity to slash his teeth horizontally, as if a knife passed by like lightning, tearing open the throats of the two enemies.

Before the two enemies could shout, Luo Zheng stepped forward, and his left tiger-toothed saber pierced into a person's heart like lightning. He stirred up the situation and pulled it out decisively, bringing out a blood arrow. Luo Zheng, whose murderous intent was as hot as volcanic karst, twisted his body and avoided the bullet that a person shot and attacked diagonally opposite. The tiger teeth in his hand came out and hit the other party's heart directly.

The other party looked at Luo Zheng with shock and unwillingness on his face. He couldn't figure out why such a sneak attack failed, and he couldn't figure out why Luo Zheng could kill him even when he was besieged. His body stiffened, and endless dark attacks surged by. Finally, a trace of consciousness felt someone rushing over, pulling out the saber that killed him, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

After Luo Zheng took back the tiger-tooth saber, he continued to slash and slashed. He rushed over and swung the steel gun. The dragon-tooth long sword stabbed forward and turned into an unbearable sharp sword. Before the opponent could smash it down, the dragon-tooth pierced into the opponent's heart. Luo Zheng stirred it up and pulled it out, kicked the person on the side away.

This kind of cold weapon fighting method is one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, and one inch dangerous. Luo Zheng combines long and short, making up for the disadvantages and also gives full play to the advantages, without any bonds, no worries, and no need to consider the consequences, venting the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

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Almost at the same time, many people came to the command center of the Fourth Squadron, staring at the wide electronic screen, which was a live satellite aerial video. It was the scene of Luo Zheng killing all directions. Everyone saw Luo Zheng bravely killing the enemy and killing a certain enemy in the enemy. No one cheered or one was excited. Everyone was sweating for Luo Zheng. There were hundreds of enemies, fighter planes on their heads, and more people gathered up. The situation was worrying.

Except for one person, the Tiger King. The Tiger King is concerned about the safety of the Fourth Squadron. He has been at the command center these two days. Seeing Luo Zheng killing all directions, he fully utilized his invisible sword technique. He was as sharp as he wanted, but he was extremely sharp. He killed his life with his moves and truly achieved invisible and at will. After this battle, the sword technique will make a qualitative breakthrough, and even if he encounters it, it will take a lot of trouble to win it. At most, he may not be his opponent.

At this moment, the Tiger King was full of confidence and expectation for Luo Zheng, and there was also someone full of expectation and trust for Luo Zheng, that is, Lan Xing. Lan Xing didn't know why he felt this way. He held his hands tightly together, kept them in his heart, stared at the screen, secretly blessed and prayed.
Chapter completed!