MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 58 0: Someone Stole My Stuff (Part 2) [Ask for a Monthly Ticket]

  Chapter 58 058: Someone stole my things (Part 2)【Ask for a monthly ticket】

   "thief": "..."

  The strong man with Yanling sword: "..."

   Looking at the strange sword-wielding boy, the two had different expressions.

  The former is confused, he is completely desperate, and he is going to force out all the potential of Danfu Wudan to forcibly elevate his realm, and fight to the death. Even if you die, you have to pull a few more backs! Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, a strange young man jumped out of nowhere.

  The latter is dignified. Just looking at the power of that sword mark, one can tell that the strength of the incoming person should not be underestimated.

   "Poof—"

  "Thief" was about to speak but touched the wound, his throat convulsed uncontrollably, and he vomited a large mouthful of dirty blood, which made the dirty face even more embarrassing. He coughed a few times, barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and gasped, "Little friend, this is our private matter, don't you want to go through this muddy water..."

  The strong man with Yanling Saber snorted and grinned grimly.

   "Students see injustice? People who are sensible, get out!"

  Shen Tang still had a blank face. At first, his attention was attracted by the "thief" behind him. Hearing what the strong man with Yanling knife said, the anger that had just calmed down suddenly rose. In addition to being angry, his eyes opened wide: "I know that you and other little thieves have evil intentions."

  The strong man with the Yanling knife disliked Shen Tang's incoherent words.

   "I don't know what to say, since you want to die, then you will save your life." With a wave of the blade, he ordered, "Kill the two of you!"

  The voice fell, and the sword's edge was in front of him.

  The strong man with Yanling sword was terrified, he didn't see how the young man approached at all. He shouted loudly, mobilizing his martial courage, and the air waves surged out in all directions around his body. At the same time, he swung his long knife horizontally, and the blade cut towards the sword, splitting the frontal attacking sword's edge.

   Bang Dang!

  Swords clash.

  The red sword shadow exploded, and the air wave rolled.

  The strong man with the Yanling Saber flew upside down for seven or eight steps before he managed to stabilize his figure. The blade in his hand was overwhelmed, and there was a very light "click" sound, and three or four small cracks appeared. He was horrified, while the young man with the sword looked numb, and he was still calm after being besieged by several people.

   "Ten steps to kill one person." The young man made a wrong step, as if riding a cloud and riding the wind.

  The flames swallowed, and the gushing blood was more blazing than the flames!

   Two breaths of kung fu, three strands of dead souls under the sword!

  The young man's eyes were like lacquer, his red lips were slightly pursed, even though the firelight warmed his cold face, it still made people shudder.

   tick tick tick —

  The hot blood on the blade dripped down the blade.

   After a short time, he swam into the mud, leaving little red marks.

  The young man looked coldly at the strong man with Yanling knife.

   "I don't want to die, get out!"

  Faced with this provocation, the strong man with Yanling Saber smiled angrily. The halo of the Wudan Tiger Talisman at the waist circulates, and the crimson qi circulates throughout the body, instantly turning into a ferocious beast-headed armor. The Yanling knife in his hand also turned into a red-tasseled hook and sickle spear, his aura suddenly rose, and his whole body was like a burning flame. He galloped for two steps, and a black horse stepping on flames appeared under his crotch, attacking Shen Tang like an arrow off the string.

  clang!

  Although the blade of the gun missed, it almost touched Shen Tang's eyebrows, leaving a slender red mark, which made the skin fairer.

   One shot missed, and attacks followed.

   The hook and sickle gun turned its head, and the barb on one side went straight to Shen Tang's face. If he was stabbed, the lightest would be a cracked skull.

   "Shiraiya!"

  The bowstring buzzed, and a black feather arrow pierced through the air.

  The arrowhead precisely hit the barb of the hook and sickle gun, and the piercing sound of the two colliding made the cochlea ring and the tinnitus endlessly.

   "Jianlian!"

  The ink-colored feather arrow came again, but this time it was one arrow after another.

  It seems that the strength is light and weak, but the real contact is extremely powerful, and it deflects the direction of the hook and sickle forcibly, shaking the gunman's mouth numb. The targets of the arrows were not limited to the strong men with Yanling swords, the remaining ones hit almost every one of them, and the arrows hit the deadly places such as the center of the eyebrows, the throat, and the heart. The dead couldn't even react, so they felt cold all over their bodies, and some of them were even taken flying and nailed to the wall.

  The strong man with the Yanling knife took a closer look, and unexpectedly jumped out of a tall boy in black clothes and red hair rope. He held a black longbow in his left hand and had no quiver on his body. The young man leaped to the ground in mid-air, his toes were unsteady, and he pulled the bowstring with his right hand to the full moon.

   "Well instrument!"

  The ink-colored stellar energy condensed four feathered arrows at his fingertips, one arrow blocked the strong man with Yanling sword, and missed his hook and sickle gun again, and the other three arrows shot and killed the besieging Shen Tang. Three arrows, three more people returned to the west, and the strong man with the Yanling gun just wanted to scold his mother after seeing it!

  Where did these two little **** come from?

  The sword in Shen Tang's hand was about to slit the enemy's throat, but a black feather arrow pierced through the enemy's forehead first, and his head disappeared!

  She suddenly turned her head to look at Zhai Le.

   This is the human head dog who stole her head!

   Zhai Le didn't have this self-awareness. He avoided the pursuit dexterously, jumped onto the eaves with his toes, and used the terrain to deal with the enemy. At the same time, he shot several arrows from time to time, killing the arrows. His arrow skills are excellent, his figure is also amazingly flexible, and he doesn't forget to shout.

   "Brother Shen, have all these people been killed?"

   "Why are they chasing me..."

   "Huo Huo Huo Huo, my feet are so hot..."

  The nagging effort is to count the arrows out again.

  He leaped and stepped on the head of the person below to jump to the roof of another house, grabbed the eaves with one arm and used his strength to change the trajectory, avoiding another chase, and successfully escaped from the attack of the three. That mouth didn't rest idle: "This cooperation doesn't look like a bandit..."

  He and his elder brother traveled all the way from the southeast to the northwest, and met nine hundred villains if not a thousand. The stragglers fight on their own, and their abilities are uneven, so they are very easy to be defeated one by one. And these villains cooperated with each other, as if they were paid by the army.

   "I miss my brother, I'm not used to it without Wenxin's help."

   "Brother Shen, help me, Wen Xin Wen Xin Wen Xin!"

  Zhai Le's mouth never stopped.

  Shen Tang was annoyed by the reading, and said, "Can you shut up?"

  From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhai Le, flicked his wrist lightly, and the long sword flew out of his hand, piercing through the enemy holding up the knife and attacking Zhai Le from behind.

   "I never play the support position!" As he spoke, he hooked two fingers, and the long sword flew back obediently into her hand as if summoned by some kind.

   Zhai Le, whose face was splashed with blood: "..."

   wronged

  Although he doesn't understand what "playing the support position" means, it doesn't prevent him from knowing what "support" is.

  Brother Shen dislikes him.

  ε=(ο｀*)))

   Still self-reliant.

The ease on Zhai Le's face gradually receded, and was replaced by a little dignified—don't look at him and brother Shen being high-spirited, but the number of enemies is only increasing, and I don't know where they came from, like stabbing a hornet's nest Sense of sight.

   In addition, the strong man with Yanling Sword is at least an eighth-class public vehicle, and the Wudan Tiger Talisman can drive four hundred soldiers. The four hundred soldiers have not yet been dispatched, so they are obviously very capable. It's not good to use these low-level miscellaneous soldiers to waste their strength now.

   The second update.

   This chapter is difficult to write, and it still doesn’t work after many revisions.

   There is one more chapter.

  (end of this chapter)