Chapter 345

Bang!

Another shot.

Adams looked at the wound of the bullet on his arm. The burning pain moved the corners of his mouth, but he didn't move at all. His eyes were on the sight glass, and he was keen to catch the spark.

Previously, he shot the bullet to the Qianlong, because he saw that Ning fan was on the verge of collapse. If the Qianlong was allowed to continue to attack, Ning fan would be finished.

If the Qianlong wins, the skeleton will get the final victory, and the green flower dollars will be gone. So Adams mustered up his courage to shoot at the dragon, but the dragon was so powerful and alert that he dodged when the bullet was about to hit him.

Adams shot, quickly and carefully moved his body a minute, immediately, the gunshot rang, a bullet flew past his arm, the ground weeds shot high splash.

The Musketeer captured Adams' position, so he shot without hesitation. But Adams had figured that out before he shot, so he just got hurt and got away with his life.

After the Musketeer fired, the position was exposed. Adams's corner of the mouth with a sneer, this battle of wits and bravery is coming to an end.

Bang!

After the bullet comes out of the chamber, it spins at a high speed and flies to the Musketeer. The Musketeer finds the bullet, but it's too late. His martial arts are not as terrible as the hidden dragon. His more strength depends on the sniper gun, so when he finds the bullet he shoots, it's too late.

Bang!

The bullet entered from his left forehead and was embedded in his brain. He still kept aiming, but his life had completely disappeared.

Qianlong looked at the place where the gun was shot. He didn't know who had won, but now even if there was a threat from a sniper, he couldn't be timid.

He jumped in the air, and the big knife firmly protected the front. Even if there was a bullet, he could use the knife to block it.

Ning fan with the help of this short opportunity has rushed out of the soil, see the Dragon hit, his toes a little, such as Mirs wings to meet up.

Whoo!

All of a sudden, a piece of light from the knife between the two people, this light through the cold, straight to the bottom of my heart, creepy.

Both of them were surprised. They turned back to avoid the light of the sword. Then they turned around and looked at each other. But not far away, there was an old man with white hair and whiskers. He was old and lifeless, but the knife in his hand was full of forest in the sun.

It's a strange knife. It's not thick and broad. The strange thing is that it has no blade. If it's not in the shape of a knife, it looks like a piece of pig iron.

The eyelids of Kening fan and Qianlong jump at the same time. The two people who know the goods can see the old man's extraordinary.

Heavy Dao has no edge. This big Dao without blade can be so powerful. It shows that the man who holds the Dao is very powerful. This old man is actually a top expert.

"How can a master come out of the blue? He is so worthless." Ning fan smiles bitterly in his heart. He is going to die when dealing with Qianlong himself. If this strange old man is added, he will not die.

Qianlong was surprised. He didn't recognize the old man at a glance. Based on his experience, the man with such attainments must be a nobody, but he had never seen the strange knife.

"Who are you?" The Dragon asked warily.

The old man's eyelids were lifted up, like a person who had just woken up. His eyes were turbid and blurred, and his face was affected by his grinning. It was as if the old bark had shaken for a while, and the feeling of vicissitudes and death came to his face.

"Who are you from Daosheng?" Asked the old man in a weak voice.

Qianlong's hand trembled slightly, his eyes filled with a strong color of vigilance, and he asked in a deep voice: "don't ask more if you shouldn't ask."

"You should be the apprentice of the sword sage. It's really lucky that the sword sage has such a descendant as you. In time, your mad magic Sabre technique will surely go to a higher level."

The Qianlong's mouth opened and his throat rolled. It was dangerous and dangerous to suppress the impulse to scream. This sudden appearance of the old man shocked him so much that the other party knew so many of his secrets, which he never mentioned to anyone.

yes. The identity of Qianlong is not simple. He is a disciple of Daosheng, and what he practices is his unique magic Sabre technique.

Who is Dao Sheng? Ordinary people have no way to know. He is an old monster in the mouth of Huang Fengtu, the top experts. He is a level that ordinary people can't touch.

The old man can tell the details of the Qianlong, which indirectly proves how terrible the old man's strength is.

"How can you kill such a Chen Yaojin halfway? Is he Ning fan's helper? Can see Ning fan's appearance is also very surprised, obviously he does not know the old man, who is he? Is it a friend or an enemy? "

The Qianlong is uncertain. He used to win, but now he is timid. Although he has always been dominant in the battle with ningfan, ningfan is just like a little power who can't fight. He has been consuming the power of the Qianlong very fast. So if the Qianlong is fighting with the old man, he really can't win.

Moreover, even in his heyday, he was not sure of winning.

"You acquiesce. That's good. For me, it doesn't mean much to deny it." The old man said faintly, slowly turned his head and looked at Ning fan, with a complicated light in his eyes.

Excitement, doubt, pain, loss.

This pair of muddy presbyopia accurately presents a lot of emotions.

Ning fan keenly caught these changes. He was surprised that the old man's eyes were too complex to his expectation. Besides, he also got some useful information from the dialogue between the old man and Qianlong.

Ning fan has never heard of the name of Dao Sheng before, but he can't help but think of the sword God that Qianlong once said. Both of them must be immortal masters, and Qianlong is the apprentice of Dao Sheng. No wonder his strength is so terrible. It can be inferred that the strength of the mysterious Dao Sheng has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine.

Ning fan has a headache. Dealing with the skeleton will involve a Dao saint. Now it's so hard to deal with the Qianlong. If that Dao Saint takes the hand, his life will not be safe at all.

He shook his head, put these worries behind him for a while, and looked at the old man without blinking. I'm afraid the development of today's situation depends on this old man.

The old man's mouth wriggled for a moment, as if to say to himself: "really like, really like!"

Although the old man's whisper is subtle, Ning fan and Qianlong can hear it clearly.

The dragon looks at Ning fan in surprise. Who does he look like?

Ning fan is also at a loss. Who am I like? Besides my father and mother, who else do I look like?

"Old man, who do you think I look like?" Ning fan can't help but ask curiously.

The old man looked back and sighed: "it's not wrong for feng'er to be defeated by him."