Time has different concepts in the eyes of different people, and even the feeling of the passage of time is different. From the time Miao Pu came out to the several pursuits, it took less than 5 seconds. The two people who were shooting
They didn't realize what was happening at all. It can be said that except for the fact that these two people saw the target coming towards them at the beginning, they had no idea about the subsequent series of things, even the crazy shooting at this moment.
Pretending to be a fool and trying to achieve success with random guns.
Now, they realize that the target has been killed, and their eyes can keep up, but their body reactions cannot keep up. The world, time, and space in their eyes are completely different from those of Zhang Xiaohua and Miao Pu.
At this moment, they had already seen Miao Pu and wanted to attack Miao Pu, so a strange scene appeared. The people looked at Miao Pu, the guns in their hands were moving in the direction of Miao Pu, and the lines of fire were spitting towards Miao Pu.
Park's position moved, but it looked weird. It was obvious that his body couldn't keep up with the reaction of his eyes and brain, which was very weird.
Of course, their gunfire would never be able to move to the position they wanted. Miao Pu glanced at the two people who had a confused sense of time and space, grinned, waved his arms, and took out the two swords.
The large flying knife drew two dark green lights and shadows and went straight towards the two people. Without any suspense, the two people were nailed to the wall. They could not believe what they saw until they died. What on earth was going on? Their brains
It was obvious that they could no longer deal with such a complex problem instantly, they just knew that they were going to die.
Miao Pu did not rush to get the knife, but slowly walked towards the two people who were nailed to the wall. Not far from them was Zhang Xiaohua, but Miao Pu did not even look at him. This was a kind of contempt. From then on,
That kind of thing in his bones. He never thought that this kind of scumbag who was playing dirty tricks would bring him any trouble. The death of the other party seemed to only depend on his thoughts.
The clothes on Miao Pu's body were all gone again. He had just been hit by Zhang Xiaohua's flame spitting from the front, and now he looked very funny. Except for a unique satchel, there were only a few rags hanging on his upper body.
Her lower body was okay, half of it was left, and it looked like she was wearing a pair of tattered denim shorts. At this point, the clothes she had collected from Shi Nan were considered dead.
Zhang Xiaohua was on guard against Miao Pu's sudden attack. The opponent's speed was too fast. They were both awakened, but it was obvious that the opponent's physical strength was far beyond what he could match.
Miao Pu didn't get angry, he had his own ideas. Ever since the battle with the "immoral" Si Mei Gang, Miao Pu had some ideas of his own about fighting, which was only acceptable.
There is something unspeakable. In short, in Mei Gang's words: "Fighting is an art. You may not be able to defeat me if you are just a little bit stronger than me..."
Miao Pu's wolf eyes were filled with cruelty, and he approached the two people who were nailed to the wall so slowly as if walking. In the strange silence after the moment of noise, Miao Pu's gentle footsteps seemed to step on their hearts.
He hasn't died yet, so he is still suffering this pain.
Zhang Xiaohua did not move and did not dare to move. He was afraid, very afraid. He was afraid that once he made a move, he would be chased by Miao Pu like a storm. The two balls of energy gathered in his hands were his biggest
rely.
No matter how far the road is, you will always reach it as long as you don't stop. 10 seconds is not a long time, but for two people waiting to die, it is like a century. They want to scream and struggle, but their chests
The slashing sword seemed to have sucked all their strength away. Both of them looked at Miao Pu, who was slowly approaching, with sobs in their throats.
Standing in front of the two of them, Miao Pu showed his serious white teeth and said with a hint of fun: "Are you ready?" He didn't get any answer. The strength of the two people seemed to have been lost all at once. If there was no chest,
The support of the former Zhan Sabato should have collapsed to the ground.
Miao Pu gently stretched out his hands and touched the handle of the knife. When he grabbed the handle, a strange sound and a fishy smell came over him. One of them had become incontinent. Then this phenomenon seemed to be contagious, and the other
One person's trousers were also dripping with urine.
Miao Pu frowned slightly. The last sight and sound in the consciousness of the two people were the strong white teeth and the words: "How can a man urinate anywhere?" As soon as the words fell, they felt that their lives were disappearing rapidly.
, no matter how hard they try, they can never catch it again, and their consciousness completely sinks into darkness.
There were two shriveled corpses on the wall without a trace of life. Zhang Xiaohua's eyes were full of fear. Such corpses were exactly the same as the corpses that leeches had greeted. That was his unforgettable fear.
Pulling out the sword, the mummy on the wall was so rotten that it could no longer stand. "Gaba, gabba" made several crisp sounds and shattered into a pile. At this moment, Miao Pu suddenly looked back and shouted: "It's your turn!"
Like an arrow shot out.
Miao Pu's movement was a bit unexpected. Zhang Xiaohua threw the fireball in his hand without even thinking. In his mind, Miao Pu would dodge anyway, because these two fireballs were fired with power.
Hair is not something that can be released casually.
However, he thought wrongly. Miao Pu did not dodge, and attacked in a straight line to get the closest distance. This completely disrupted Zhang Xiaohua's rhythm. The original plan was that as soon as Miao Pu dodge, he would use that fierce line of fire.
Attacking the flamethrower was as pressing as Miao Puqian. Unfortunately, this idea can only be a fantasy.
Miao Pu danced his sword with a sword and collided with the flying fireball without any fancy. In the rumbling explosion, the fragmented high-density energy overflowed and a sea of fire suddenly broke out, and Miao Pu pulled out a stream of ink in the sea of fire.
The green light approached Zhang Xiaohua.
"Pfft..." Zhang Xiaohua's shoulders had been pierced, and blood spurted out from his backhand. Zhang Xiaohua's arms flew high into the air. Without stopping, Miao Pu moved his feet again, and struck Zhang Xiaohua's ankle with a hook with his right foot. "
Bang!" With a sound, Zhang Xiaohua's ankle was 90% broken, and he was lying on the ground.
He circled around Zhang Xiaohua twice, as if appreciating his pain, and then stabbed the root of Zhang Xiaohua's right leg with a knife, piercing the nail into the ground. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua wailing and standing up straight, he kneeled down.
Zhang Xiaohua fell heavily to the ground again. As Zhang Xiaohua wailed feebly, another saber was also driven deeply into his left leg.
"Maybe it's time for us to talk, what do you think?" Miao Pu smiled at the half-dead Zhang Xiaohua, but the smile was as cold as the god of death!