“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The sound of automatic rifles rang out like firecrackers.
Countless bullets were fired from a distance, and the surrounding hay was broken and blown away by the onslaught of these bullets.
Occasionally, bullets fired at the ground would raise a thick cloud of dust.
In an instant, the tree trunk was covered with countless bullet holes.
"The Southern Legion is on patrol, and criminals will not be killed unless they kneel!"
The expressions of the second-level cultivator and the middle-level first-level cultivator changed slightly.
He fled for his life again in the middle of the first stage.
But the second-level man's eyes turned into determination after a slight hesitation, and he rushed straight towards Zhou Buzhou again.
The hand knife filled with true energy cut through Zhou Buzhou's clothes and touched Zhou Buzhou's heartbeat through his chest.
There was a look of struggle in Zhou Buzhou's eyes, but his limbs were still soft and weak.
Or... am I going to die?
The next moment, a wave of true energy came from afar and swept over at an unimaginable speed.
Zhou Buzhou rolled his pupils and looked over there.
I saw a bullet as big as a banana with a red glow shooting towards this side.
Is this, true energy attached to the bullet?
Zhou Buzhou paused where he was.
He thought he was dead.
But the man who wanted to kill him was pierced through the chest by the huge red bullet that came at him at a rapid speed.
After passing through the chest of the second-level man in front of him, the bullet was still extremely fast. After piercing through several large trees in succession, it disappeared.
But the second-level cultivator in front of him was not dead yet.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of madness, raised his right hand, and stabbed Zhou Buzhou's heart fiercely.
There was a sharp pain in the skin in front of my heart.
There was a flash of sharpness and madness in Zhou Buzhou's eyes.
I regained some strength.
He didn't have time to raise his sword, as the sword in his left hand felt awkward and there was not enough time.
He simply stretched out his right hand without hesitation, gathered a thousand kilograms of fist force, and smashed the handle of the long sword that was still stuck in his right chest with one punch.
At the moment when the hilt of the knife was falling, Zhou Buzhou avoided the opponent's knife and pounced on it!
My right breast is your left breast!
My lungs, to your heart!
With a puff.
The second-level practitioner stopped where he was.
He beat Zhou Buzhou in panic and struggled rapidly.
Zhou Buzhou hugged him tightly and used all his strength to collide his body with the body of the second-level cultivator!
After a few seconds, the pupils of the second-level practitioner slowly dilated, and then gradually blurred.
…
On the high platform, Ling Jie chuckled: "It's already three quarters past three in the morning!"
Haoyue shouted, "Eight more minutes! Can't you even wait eight minutes? Lingjie, your meditation practice isn't enough!"
Lingjie smiled faintly, not caring at all.
It would be fine if those bastards from the Spiritual Department base didn’t come, but if they really came, they would definitely die!
On the other side, people from the military and the three ministries were all confused.
The six young people in the audience couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
It is said that other people in the Lingbu base may not come because they are worried about danger or because they know they will not be able to get into the top three.
But is it true that Zhou Buzhou won’t come?
Would a guy who can comprehend the will of the extreme, a guy who killed two people at the risk of his life, really be timid and not come?
But if he comes, Zhou Buzhou shouldn't be the kind of person who has no sense of time!
Even if he really has no sense of time, he shouldn't be more than half an hour late, right?
Everyone was confused and remained silent.
…
On the south slope, among the messy grass.
Zhou Buzhou was in a daze.
He didn't know how long it had been, but his body suddenly felt lighter and the sunlight fell on his face.
Someone moved the body of the second-level cultivator who was blocking his way.
Open your eyes slightly.
In front of me was a guy fully armed and wearing a military uniform.
The soldier reached out and patted Zhou Buzhou on the shoulder with a look of concern on his face.
"My friend, are you okay?"
The dizzy Zhou Buzhou's face suddenly turned dark.
Fellow countryman?!
Do soldiers call everyone they meet "fellow countryman"?
Last time at Nanjing University, the special police captain called him fellow countryman, and now, the PLA uncle from the Southern Corps also called him fellow countryman.
Is there no other name for us besides fellow villager?
Also, why is there a PLA uncle here?
Zhou Buzhou shook his head: "Uncle PLA, I'm fine!"
The soldier looked strange, but nodded.
Then he looked at the corpse of the second-level cultivator and said with emotion, "This guy seems to be Feng Ting, a mid-level second-level cultivator from the Rotating Organization who is on the wanted list!"
"It's really not easy for you to survive in his hands!"
So he is a wanted person?
No wonder this PLA uncle didn't doubt Zhou Buzhou's identity at all.
The soldier held Zhou Buzhou down and said, "Bear with it!"
Be patient?
What are you enduring?
"ah!"
The long knife in front of the right chest was quickly pulled out, and blood spurted out from the wound.
Zhou Buzhou's face suddenly turned pale.
The soldier quickly took out a small paper bag from his pocket, opened it, and sprinkled some black powder on Zhou Buzhou's wound.
The bleeding was stopped just like that.
Zhou Buzhou was stunned for a moment.
This is a high-grade wound medicine that is not sold on the market. If you buy it through specialized channels, one portion may cost tens of thousands!
But this PLA uncle gave him this thing worth tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation.
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