Ma Hao was a little bored as he fiddled with the handgun in his hand. After truly using such a weapon, he had no choice but to feel great reverence for the Qingtian New Dynasty thousands of miles away.
He could no longer remember how many martial artists whose cultivation base was much higher than his had died under his handgun.
Different from those rich and resourceful people, Ma Hao, who had no talent in martial arts, had been practicing hard for a few years, but he still hadn't stepped into the threshold of external training and internal strengthening.
The only effect it had was to make his body stronger and more agile.
This level was completely useless to those martial artists who had entered the realm of external refinement and internal strengthening in just a few years, or even the realm of bones and muscles ringing together.
All of this had completely changed after he had gone through the recommendation and test and joined Iron Hand's team.
In the several missions he had carried out, the martial artists who used to be high and mighty were like trembling lambs under the firepower of him and his accomplices. They screamed in fear and fled everywhere, but they could not escape the fate of being shot into a sieve.
What was the use of martial arts?
No matter how fast they were, could they be faster than fireballs?
The cold wind blew over. Ma Hao twitched his nose in disdain and looked up.
"Hmm?"
Ma Hao blinked hard,
Under the moonlight, a blurry black shadow floated over like a ghost from a few dozen feet away.
His heart trembled as he shouted,"
"Someone is coming!"
Accompanying the roar was the sound of the handgun in Ma Hao's hand exploding.
In an instant, all the bandits shuddered and ran in Ma Hao's direction while howling.
After the first shot was fired, Ma Hao immediately retreated into the dilapidated wall behind him,
This was to prevent the attackers from carrying long-range weapons such as crossbows.
He had always cherished his own life. If he could open fire with his companions and suppress the attackers to death, he would not take the initiative.
Kacha!
After loading the gun, Ma Hao stretched out half of his body again, wanting to aim.
He was stunned.
Where is he?
How did it disappear?
Did I see wrongly?
At this moment, the other bandits had already rushed over. They raised their firearms in unison, wanting to aim and fire. However, in the empty and quiet wilderness, they did not find a single person.
"Ma Hao! What the f * ck are you shouting for! Where is he?"
"F * ck your mother, are you playing with your grandfathers?”
"Are you asking for a beating?"
None of these people had a good temper. They thought that Ma Hao was making a big fuss and randomly fired at empty targets. All of a sudden, they started cursing angrily.
Cold sweat broke out on Ma Hao's forehead. It was impossible for him to have seen wrongly just now, but where was he?
Iron Hand had already rushed over when he heard the commotion. He walked out of the crowd and asked Ma Hao,
"Ma Hao! What happened?"
The cursing continued. Ma Hao wiped his cold sweat and said awkwardly,
"Brothers, I definitely didn't see wrongly just now. There must be someone-"
Boom!
Before Ma Hao could finish his words, the broken wall that he was standing on seemed to have suffered an invincible force and collapsed with a loud bang. Countless pieces of bricks shot out like arrows under the effect of inertia, covering the sky and covering the earth as they enveloped the group of bandits!
Before he could react, Ma Hao was submerged under the bricks. His entire body turned into a sieve, and blood flowed out from countless wounds as he fell limply.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
At such a close distance, Iron Hand could not dodge this sudden attack. His left eye was blinded by the debris of the sand and stones, and his face was covered in blood. He let out a heart-wrenching howl as he waved the musket in his hand and fired randomly.
The rest of the bandits were all injured in varying degrees, and they let out miserable cries.
Weng weng weng.
In a cloud of dust!
A very valiant man stepped forward with cold steps. His muscles and bones made muffled sounds as he leaped out rapidly. He laughed loudly and said,
"Junior Sister, you're definitely going to lose today!"
Kacha!
Ignoring Iron Hand's rabid appearance, Xi Beichen seized the opportunity in the chaos and punched like lightning, shattering Iron Hand's throat.
"Hehehe!"
Iron Hand's eyes were wide open. His throat, which had already been crushed, let out an unknown sound. His majestic body collapsed with a bang.
Such a martial artist whose bones and muscles were ringing together had died in Xi Beichen's hands like a coward. Until his death, he did not even see the enemy's appearance.
After killing Iron Hand, he took another step forward.
Xi Beichen was like a fierce tiger that had entered a flock of sheep. In the air, every punch and every kick of his brought about a violent whistling sound, accompanied by the continuous screams of broken bones.
The flying dust was blown away by the strong wind between his fists and feet.
Under such a violent force, being grazed by it would result in broken bones.
Swoosh!
Lu Yourong's figure flashed past him, catching up to the remaining bandits who were trying to find cover to shoot in the blink of an eye. Her voice rang out,"
"That might not be the case!"
Under such a sudden attack and at such a close distance, the bandits 'resistance was weak and powerless.
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