Chapter 1726 Storyteller
There were dark clouds overhead, and everyone tightened their weapons. The smell of gunpowder on the scene became stronger and stronger, and the war was about to break out.
“Kill!!”
With a burst of heart-rending shouts of killing, dozens of people from both sides rushed out at the same time, like two torrents crashing together.
No, the old general Yan Can, Master Shui, Lady Dahe and others holding stone sticks took the lead. The men and horses of the night watchman on the opposite side also took up their positions. For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic, with roars and screams. , the sounds of swords and axes colliding together, and the sounds of flesh being split were mixed together. The scene was not only bloody, but also weird. In addition to being weird, everyone present was a high-level disciple. The weird methods were completely beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination.
Because of the fat man, Jiang Cheng noticed the old beggar very early. He squatted down near the edge of the battlefield calmly, took out a chopstick from his arms, and banged the broken bowl in his hand with the chopstick while working hard. They were shouting, but the scene was so chaotic that Jiang Cheng couldn't hear what they were shouting.
A woman wearing An Army clothes noticed the old beggar and rushed towards him. But the next second, the old beggar raised his chopsticks and pointed at the woman fiercely. No other action was seen. The military woman paused, then fell to the ground, her body soaked in blood.
And then, a bloody thing suddenly appeared in the old beggar's broken bowl. Tang Qisheng's bloody eyes could see clearly that it was a still beating heart.
"This man's methods are weird, and I'm afraid he will harm some of my generals." Mr. Jingde, who was dressed as a storyteller and had a serious tone, suddenly spoke.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the situation reversed in the next second. The soil under the old beggar's feet began to squirm, and countless vines broke out of the ground, crossing each other to form a cage to strangle the old beggar, but the old beggar reacted extremely quickly. , after throwing away the hundred-year-old robe, he He was as slippery as a loach, barely able to escape from the cage. Before he could take a breath, a dark figure appeared behind him and cut him in half with a knife. After killing this man, a master from the dark army returned. He rushed towards another opponent and fought fiercely with a dwarf on crutches.
Different from the previous performance where he was short of energy, the monk who broke the precepts was surprisingly strong. He cooperated with another master who was ten feet tall and wore a Nuo opera mask. For a while, he was on par with Wu.
Similarly, Mr. Shui, who had killed one person and seriously injured another, was noticed by the opponent, and corresponding experts were sent to deal with it. Under the siege, there was a faint tendency to fall into a disadvantage, and dangers were everywhere for a while.
"Although this Wu is very tyrannical, if he fights one against two, he may be killed by his horse."
"Master Shui has rich experience in fighting enemies, but he is more of an evader. Speaking of a head-to-head fight, it's not even close to nothing. I'm afraid it will be more dangerous as time goes by, and it's not impossible to be seriously injured by a sneak attack. "
Hearing Mr. Jingde's words, Fatty. He was about to explode with anger. His friends were all fighting in front of him. This old guy was cowering here, shaking his head and making sarcastic remarks. He was also making sarcastic remarks that would only flatter other people's ambitions and destroy his own prestige. "What did you say when I said it? They are not good, they are disgusting." If they can't do it, go ahead! You're just shaking your head here like a human being, and you're such a storyteller. How can you talk to those people on the other side to death?"
Even though No. 13 was blocking him, Fatty didn't get used to Mr. Jingde's problems, even though the opponent's number was 005 and he was the absolute core figure in the team.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng, who was watching the battle, realized something was wrong. After Mr. Jingde said these words, the situation seemed to have changed. The monk who broke the precepts and the master of Nuo opera, who had been cooperating well, were suddenly disrupted. , Wu seized the opportunity and chopped off the right arm of the Nuo opera master with a knife, and Mr. Shui also broke through the encirclement, and even avoided a sneak attack from behind by some mistake.
The masters on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Mr. Jingde and cast vicious glances at him. The monk who broke the precepts even cursed and said some greetings.
Jiang Cheng looked at Mr. Jingde in surprise, who had closed his mouth. There was sweat on his forehead, but his waist was still straight, "What kind of magical power is this? Does he follow his words?" But this respectful man Everything Mr. De said seemed to be ironic. The most obvious one before was the old beggar. He just praised him and was killed the next time. This was somewhat flattering. Jiang Cheng suddenly realized the nickname of Mr. Jingde. Is a storyteller.
Withdrawing his gaze, he turned to look at Old Man Quanxu, but the old man had no intention of explaining at all. He just shook his head slightly. Jiang Cheng could feel that it was not that he was unwilling to explain, but that it was unspeakable. There seemed to be something in it. Very mysterious things exist.
"Here we go again..." Lin Wan'er frowned sharply. She saw someone else walking out of the black mist not far away. This scene made Jiang Cheng's heart skip a beat. He originally thought that the number of people was his own. Dominated, but now it seems that the opponent still has a trump card that they haven't shown yet.
“What is that black mist?”
“I don’t know the details, but the old man must have calculated that the old president is hiding in it. Now the old president has been seriously injured one after another. It takes time to cultivate. That black mist connects different worlds in that ghost car. Most of the people you see are strong people who died in this car." Lin Waner's explanation was concise and concise.
This time, nearly 20 people walked out of the black mist. The battle situation that had just stabilized began to change again, and the pressure on everyone increased sharply.
"We can't continue fighting like this. They have a steady stream of support, but we are the only ones who will be finished if we fight them all." Although Jiang Cheng didn't understand any tactics, he still understood the most basic principles and situations. Gotta understand.
"It's not busy. Summoning these people will also consume the strength of the old president, and... our winning hand is not here." The old man Quanxu said calmly.
Jiang Cheng looked behind him thoughtfully. When he first arrived, he noticed that at the end of the team, there were five men wearing camouflage uniforms, the one in the middle being protected. He is tall and burly, and behind his back is a huge backpack covered with a tarpaulin. The backpack is boxy and looks wrong. , "Is it related to that thing?"
"Yeah."
"What is that thing?" At this moment, Jiang Cheng was no longer curious. He urgently needed to know the truth. He understood these No one would rush in rashly, and this team must have a trump card that they haven't shown yet.
“It is a secret weapon, specially developed for the old president, but it must be pushed to a close enough distance, so we are also looking for opportunities.”
Recalling the terrifying strength of the old president, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but worry, "Secret weapon? Can it be used?"
"It works. Someone has verified it for us 20 years ago." Lin Waner took a deep breath , slowly looked at Wu who was still fighting fiercely. (End of this chapter)