Volume 1: Brothers, Brothers Chapter 11: The first battle, half the meeting (Part 2)
At the moment when he finished speaking, Zhang Qi felt pain all over his body: he was punched in the head, kicked in the chest, a gunshot was fired at his waist, and a big knife struck him, and he fell instantly.
Into the land of death!
This is treating him as a soft persimmon, and everyone wants to pinch him and snatch his blood sacrifice token.
Zhang Qi took a deep breath, his feet slipped, and he lay down on the grass. He rolled on the spot and dodged a gun and two knives.
The grassland had turned into a mess. In the blink of an eye, a large number of screams were heard. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, instantly covering the vast grassland with a thick layer of blood, just like those wandering around at night.
Blood Elf.
Some people were holding two Blood Sacrifice Tokens in both hands and laughing wildly; others hid the two Blood Sacrifice Tokens in their clothes and sneaked out of the crowd; there were still people who didn't say a word and just ran towards the Wanzhang Mountain.
Got two Blood Sacrifice Tokens.
Of course, not everyone obtained the "Certificate of Voting" so smoothly. On the contrary, only a very small number of people were killed in the first blow, and even fewer people obtained two blood sacrifice orders from the beginning.
The vast majority of people are trapped in a bitter struggle.
For a moment, there was a chorus of angry curses, whistling and clashing sounds of weapons, even mixed with loud rumbling noises. I don’t know which master was fighting, but he actually launched such a majestic attack: Master, master of the cliff.
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Zhang Qi had no time to think about it, and he didn't have the time to observe the situation. He just felt that everyone around him seemed to have turned into a beast. Everyone wanted to take his life. Everyone was holding a bloody blade and charging angrily.
The ground rushed over.
He rolled on the spot and dodged two big feet. Without getting up, he grabbed one foot and pulled hard, and a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was pulled down. Zhang Qi turned over and threw himself on his knees.
He pressed the young man's lower abdomen and used a set of "Wild Boxing" that he had learned from wandering for many years, and punched the young man's right wrist. The young man was holding a pewter pole spear and received a blow on his right wrist.
, the spear fell aside. Zhang Qi grabbed the barrel of the gun, turned over and kicked the young man out.
Zhang Qi didn't care what happened to the young man: as soon as he stood up, several more people rushed over to him!
There were two "cracks", and the spear flicked away the tip of a spear, sweeping it on the spot and knocking a young man to the ground. The young man screamed, but could no longer dodge and was pierced by another spear.
His heart passed by, his eyes bulged, and his head drooped.
Zhang Qi was startled. Although he was not the boy who killed him, if he hadn't knocked him down, obviously the boy wouldn't have died. This is really because I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died for me.
Sin, sin!
He pursed his lips tightly: the dead fish eyes of the corpse turned white and the blood gurgling from the chest all made him feel disgusted, as if he was about to vomit. He couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and felt on his back
But it was a pain, a heavy blow.
He rushed forward two steps and heard a voice behind him shout happily: "Haha, the blood sacrifice token is mine!"
When he turned around, he saw a blood sacrificer who looked like a thirty-year-old farmer. He was holding a token in one hand and was rejoicing. Suddenly, the tip of a knife came out from his chest. He looked back with difficulty and pointed at the other person with one finger: "Two."
...Second brother...you...you..."
It turned out that the person who killed him was actually his second brother, who was also in his mid-20s. He sneered and drew out the blade: "Having such a stupid elder brother like you is really a tragedy for my Chen family! Forget it, you can go ahead and take care of the rest.
Lu, my sister-in-law, leave everything to me from now on!"
The farmer staggered to the ground, but before he died, his eyes brightened: a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman dressed as a hunter appeared behind the second brother, with a clanging bow, an arrow hit the second brother's heart, and the two
The token that Chuan had just obtained was also taken away.
At this moment, Zhang Qi even saw waves of relief in the farmer's eyes. It was the relief that a great revenge had been avenged!
In the face of life and death, all brothers and feelings have become a cloud, and the only thing left is the ugliness of human nature.
The woman killed the second brother, but with a pair of emotionless blood-red eyes, she stared at Zhang Qi who was right opposite her.
Zhang Qi trembled all over and couldn't help but take a step back: This woman doesn't even want to let him go!
He really wanted to say: You have already obtained three blood sacrifice orders, and you still want to take advantage of me. What's the point of this?
Before he could say anything, he suddenly heard a strong wind howling, and someone was stabbing him with a sword from behind. He was also alert, and carried the Hongying gun behind him in a "backward gun" style, just in time to block the sword. But although the sword blocked it, the force
But it still penetrated his vest through the barrel of the gun. His throat felt sweet, and he felt something fishy coming up. He quickly held his breath and puffed out his cheeks to swallow it back.
He didn't even have time to spit out blood, and several more swords and guns stabbed him viciously!
Under the knife and gun, Zhang Qi staggered two steps, jumped in a hurry to avoid the long-legged sweep, turned around and walked away.
The sword wielder who attacked from behind revealed his true appearance. He was a young man in his twenties dressed in brocade. He was holding a dazzling long sword and was full of energy. He seemed to be a high-level warrior with a noble background. He actually had a sword behind him.
A person who looks like a book boy.
"Do nobles also need to come to participate in the Holy Blood Sacrifice?" Zhang Qi muttered, but took two steps back. The opponent was strong and had helpers. If he stood in front of him, he would only die. But if he retreated, then
The man then faced the Orion girl.
The Orion girl was not afraid, she quickly drew her bow and arrow, and shot the aristocratic young man directly in the chest with an arrow.
At this time, I don’t know how many blood sacrificers had died, and the surrounding area was emptier than before. The other blood sacrificers did not dare to easily challenge these two "masters", and shouted and rushed to the side, leaving only the young man in brocade and the
Orion girl "singles out".
Zhang Qi also took a few steps back, and bumped into someone else with his vest. He felt a thump in his heart and screamed secretly. He quickly turned to one side and raised the barrel of his gun to block him. Sure enough, with a "dang" sound, he stopped the man who was heading towards him.
The scimitar handed over from his waist.
The knife holder is a woman with a green cloth headband, twenty-three or four years old, with a fierce face, a trace of blood on her forehead, and three tokens in one hand: could it be said that she is also a master, and has killed three people?
Personal?
Zhang Qi secretly complained, why did he participate in the blood sacrifice? Everyone is a master!
Of course, this "master" is only for him. He can't even be called a "warrior" now. Although he has Dantian, he has not even entered the seventh-level skin refining realm. Looking at the people around him, the Orion girl should
It is the second-level mind-refining state. The young man in brocade and his bookboy are both second-level and third-level. The woman in front of him is also the fourth-level bone-refining state, and they are both much more powerful than him.
The woman with a green cloth headband wildly waved the half-moon-shaped scimitar, and the layers of the knife were as bright as moonlight, slashing vertically and horizontally, but she did not put away the three tokens in her left hand. I don't know if she was conceited.
Or I forgot about it for a while.
Zhang Qi tried his best to swing the spear, covering the front of him completely. He didn't know how to shoot, he just flew around with the strength of his arms. If it fell into the eyes of a master of marksmanship, it would be full of flaws, and it would be nothing to mention.
.But the green-headed woman didn't seem to know any clever tricks. She only broke through to the fourth level through hard work. The scimitar was also unorganized. It happened that the two of them were evenly matched, ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping pong.
One hundred and ten rounds, no winner or loser.
But Zhang Qi's arms were gradually unable to be lifted.
It was also the first time that he knew that it was so difficult to swing a weapon constantly.
Not only did he have to bear the weight of the weapon, but the opponent's scimitar kept colliding with the barrel of his gun, which made his arms tremble from time to time, and his arms soon became sore, like ants biting his meridians.
The originally light and light gun with a white wax rod and red tassel has become hundreds or thousands of pounds heavier, as if a huge piece of iron is hanging from the head of the gun.
The gun net that was originally as tight as the wind could not help but slow down a little, revealing a flaw. So the scimitar took the opportunity to grab the middle palace and go straight, he had to take two steps back; the scimitar was unreasonable, and he
When he retreats, he advances, the tip of the knife always pointing toward his heart.
There were big beads of sweat on Zhang Qi's forehead. It looked like he might die here today.
The knife went straight forward, and he picked up a dustpan with a large blade. Zhang Qi reluctantly raised the tip of the gun, and with a "dang" sound, a huge force came down the barrel of the gun.
The whole body feels as if needles are pricking it.
Zhang Qi's eyes widened, but his mind was empty: He remembered that he had seen a unique pattern, and if he drew it according to the pattern, a small flame would be born. That was outside Donghua City.
In the grove, he once made a fire like this.
At this time, he had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living doctor: he straightened his right index finger and quickly drew the pattern - it was so pitiful that he still remembered it very clearly and could draw the pattern exactly.
Draw the pattern!
However, there was no movement at the fingertips, the mysterious flame did not appear, but the scimitar had already pierced his chest.
Zhang Qi could only watch helplessly as the tip of the knife flew into his chest!
However, just after piercing a layer of skin, the blade suddenly stopped: the scimitar woman's chest revealed the tip of the sword!
It was a crazy-looking young man in his twenties, dressed in bright red brocade and with a ferocious smile on his face.
Zhang Qi took a step back. The sharp pain in his chest stimulated his nerves, but made his brain clearer: the tip of the knife had left his body, and the scimitar woman's throat was unconsciously "whooshing", right next to him.
The front fell down softly.
Only one point away, the scimitar will pierce his heart, and he will become the first batch of cannon fodder for the Holy Blood Sacrifice!