Although the thick night cannot stop martial arts masters, it also creates many obstacles. Shooting and moving in the dark are definitely not as convenient as during the day.
For Fang Ming, the dark night is the best protective color for wolves.
With an order, more than thirty brothers picked up their sniper rifles and aimed at the designated positions.
"Let's go!" Fang Mingfa shouted and rushed onto the suspension bridge first.
"Bang bang!" There was intensive gunfire from the opposite side. It was not a sniper rifle. The other side used five heavy machine guns to form a dense firepower network to block Fang Ming's advance.
Tang Dao flew, and the sword of hundred-refined steel knocked the bullets backwards, but the powerful impact of the heavy machine gun also forced Fang Ming to retreat.
"Ah---" Fang Ming yelled and fell down.
"Young Master!" Zhu Xiaoyao's heart tightened, and just as she was about to charge forward, the enemy's machine gun started spitting out tongues of fire again. She retreated angrily, all the way to the edge of the suspension bridge.
"Bang, bang---" Aiolia commanded the troops to fight back, his face as determined as iron.
Although Fang Ming fell, with his skill, it would not be a problem even if he lurked under the water for a day and a half. Fang Ming's efforts were not without reward, Aiolia captured the enemy's position with his sharp eyes like a falcon.
The opponent had five heavy machine guns. Aiolia formed a group of four and sniped at the enemy's machine gunners at the same time.
The opponent's machine gun suddenly misfired. Zhu Xiaoyao and Yelina seized the opportunity and rushed forward.
Both of them are masters of the Dragon Ranking, and they rush forward like two meteors passing by quickly.
In the darkness, a bright light suddenly burst out, and two flying knives shot out.
The two men swung their knives, clanking sounds sounded and sparks shot out.
However, the power of the flying knife was very strong, and the two men's bodies were hindered. Then a bright light of the knife shone in the darkness, and four or five Turks in black robes slashed wildly with their swords.
The sword's light was short and violent, and every strike was filled with weirdness.
The moves are tricky and fierce, as fast as lightning. Five knives and five fierce Turks form a huge knife network.
Zhu Xiaoyao snorted coldly, the Gang Qi all over her body condensed, and the sword struck down like thunder from the sky.
This knife hit the center of the knife net. With one against five, Zhu Xiaoyao's strength was weak, but her fearless momentum won Yelena a fighting chance.
Yelena's Tang Dao swept across, forcing the person on the left to retreat, and there was a gap in the tight formation.
Zhu Xiaoyao took advantage of the situation, and the Tang sword in his hand flew up and down like a dragon. Although this attack did not hurt anyone on the opponent's side, it broke the opponent's battle formation and won the initiative.
"Wow---" A Turk seemed to have lost his patience, and he roared and rushed towards Yelena.
Five knives were struck. These five knives were powerful and heavy, attacking from different angles. The violent sword wind enveloped Yelena's whole body.
"Whoa!" After five blows, the Turkic killer suddenly grasped the handle of the scimitar with both hands, stepped out with his right foot, and used the power of rotation to strike out again.
This sword is extremely powerful, with determination and courage to fight back only after seeing blood.
He is faster, Yelena is faster.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, the Tang Dao in Yelina's hand suddenly shot out, with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Sparks flashed, and the two knives collided together. The Turkic killer effortlessly knocked Yelena's knife away.
At this time, Yelena made a very strange move, and she jumped forward.
Seeking death, this is purely courting death. The Turks raised their sword from a small position and tried to chop Yelina into two pieces.
There was a flash of light in the darkness, and then a thread, as fast as lightning.
Yelena's foot stepped on the back of the opponent's knife, and her whole body rolled over the opponent's head. Then the opponent's head fell off, leaving only a stiff body spurting out blood.
Yelena closed her palms, and the extremely thin silk silk in her palms was wrapped around her wrists. Then she picked up the Tang Dao on the ground and rushed towards the other four people.
Zhu Xiaoyao had already killed one person, and the other three pounced on him fiercely. With three people and three knives, even gods and Buddhas would be killed by this violent attack.
"Whoosh!" Two flying knives pierced the darkness of the night sky and shot into the vests of the two killers. The remaining one was stunned.
On the battlefield, pause means death.
Zhu Xiaoyao's body dwarfed, and he held the Tang Dao in his right hand and swiped it violently. The brilliant light of the knife passed through the opponent's neck, and a bloody arrow flew.
"Sister Xiaoyao, you and Yelena cover the brothers." A very thin voice sounded in my ears, it was Fang Ming's voice.
A Dragon Rank master will not die easily. Fang Ming's fall was just an illusion. When his body fell, Fang Ming held on to the iron rope of the suspension bridge, climbed over the suspension bridge using his hands and feet, and hid in the dark.
After receiving Fang Ming's instructions, Zhu Xiaoyao and Yelina entered the dense forest, preparing to kill the lurking gunmen. On the other side, Aiolia commanded the brothers to rush across the suspension bridge one after another to form a tactical formation.
All this process is silent and orderly. Real warriors are silent wolves. Yelling on the battlefield will only lead to faster death.
Zhu Xiaoyao and Yelina were elves in the dense forest. They kept making surprise attacks, killing each gunman with pistols and knives. What made Zhu Xiaoyao strange was that Fang Ming never revealed his location or what he was doing.
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Fang Ming was currently on a mountain top ten kilometers away from the battlefield. On the battlefield, occupying the commanding heights is always the right choice.
Fang Ming grabbed the rock and walked up. He walked very carefully and with difficulty. The closer he got to the Temple of Light, the greater the resistance he encountered. In fact, when climbing over the suspension bridge, Fang Ming used his limbs to hold on
Iron Cable, his head was raised, and when he raised his head, Fang Ming clearly saw a bright light on the top of the mountain.
The light was very small, but it could not escape Fang Ming's eyes. The light was white, and it was probably the light refracted by the weapon. Fang Ming was determined to find out, and he climbed to the top of the mountain regardless of the danger.
The mountain ridge was dark, like a crouching dragon winding forward. The moment Fang Ming stepped on the top of the mountain, his pupils shrank rapidly.
A man in black was standing opposite him, looking at him coldly. The man in black had a shining military thorn in his hand.
The man in black stood quietly like this. He did not take action when Fang Ming was climbing. This only showed one thing: the opponent had strong martial arts strength.
The man in black raised his spurs, clasped his hands together, and performed the most standard etiquette of a warrior.
Do you want to challenge him to a duel? Fang Ming sneered and stretched out his palms contemptuously to signal the opponent to come over. The man in black roared and lunged forward, stabbing Fang Ming's throat with his military thorn.
Fang Ming took a step back, raised the Tang Dao in his right hand, and the violent sword light blocked the man in black's stab. At the same time, Fang Ming's left hand passed across his waist, and the Desert Eagle spurted out anger.
As the commander of this operation, Fang Ming would not be stupid enough to challenge the opponent in a one-on-one fight. He would not hesitate to use all means and tricks to defeat the enemy on the battlefield.
"You ---" A ball of blood burst out from the man in black's chest. He covered his chest and fell down in embarrassment.
Fang Ming's figure was like lightning, and the Tang Dao in his hand struck down ruthlessly, cutting the opponent's throat.
The battlefield is a place of killing. If you want to fight one-on-one, you should go to the arena. Fang Ming raised his eyes and looked around. There was a person on the top of the mountain opposite, looking at him coldly.
This man was very tall and had muscular arms. He crossed his arms and looked at Fang Ming in a condescending manner.
Different from others, this person has a flame tattoo between his eyebrows. Seeing this tattoo, Fang Ming thought of a person-Fire!
The strongest among the Vulcan Guards, and one of the top fifty masters of the world's underworld organizations.
"Despicable Chinese, you have tarnished the honor of the warriors." Lie Huo pointed at Fang Ming.
Fang Ming stood upright and said with a cold smile: "On the battlefield, the winner is the king. If you don't accept Liehuo, you can let your horse come over."
Lihuo frowned, and flames shot out from his eyes: "I came here and you just happened to attack me. Boy, I will definitely kill you all."
Lie Huo turned around and left, his figure quickly disappeared, and there seemed to be a group of people behind him.
Fang Ming did not pursue him, because just when Liehuo turned around, at least ten sniper rifle bullets were fired at him. Fang Ming used rocks to dodge, and at the same time he could clearly see the direction in which Liehuo was heading.
Jade Belt Mountain is like a jade belt lying across the earth. This place is a choke point, and the fire will definitely ambush here.
I didn't win enough Bushido in the battle just now, but there is not so much fairness and justice on the battlefield. Whoever is more cunning can survive in the cruel battle.
Fang Ming once again glanced in the direction of Liehuo's retreat, and he walked down the mountain with an expressionless expression---