"All attention, be ready to attack at any time." Dongfang gave the death order with a serious look.
Ye Fan worked hard and moved forward quickly. After half an hour, he arrived at a place two miles away from the rocks. Then he spread out to the left and right to clear the path for several hundred meters. Yan Shijie and Wang Renpang settled on their position about 300 meters apart.
"Action!" Boss Ye gave the order, and all his inner breath was poured out. A wooden stick in his hand suddenly lifted up a row of thirty or forty meters long sand dunes and exploded into the sky. Suddenly Then the shabu more than ten meters high cleared up.
Wang Renpang and Yan Shijie, two eighth-level masters, suddenly threw all the smoke bombs on their bodies forward. Amidst the rumbling explosions, black smoke clouds rose in the sky.
In addition, the sand and fog that Boss Ye continued to create merged together. A huge sandstorm seemed to suddenly appear in the sky, and the sky was covered with yellow mist. It was impossible to recognize anyone within a few meters.
The sound of bullets from a sniper rifle also sounded from the other side of the rock. Because they couldn't see clearly, the other side also fired randomly.
Ye Fan, Wang Renpang and Yan Shijie all took the opportunity to rush forward. The following team members, led by Dongfang, charged forward desperately at a speed that was not inferior to the famous sprinter 'Montgomery'.
Among the random gunfire, two special service members were shot and fell. However, even if they fell, they continued to shoot at the rocks until the last drop of blood was shed.
Ba...
Yan Shijie fell.
"Celestial insects..." Ye Fan shouted angrily.
"Leave me alone, charge forward, there are no cowards in China!" Yan Shijie shouted at the top of his voice, and the modified, more powerful submachine gun in his hand sprayed tongues of fire angrily forward.
"It's mine, Ge Niang, I'll fight with you!" Wang Renpang threw five grenades in his hand at the same time, immediately exploding a bloody path.
"Pork!" Boss Ye only glanced at Yan Shijie slightly, and suddenly arrived in front of the pile of rocks with the more powerful gliding speed of a tiger eagle.
Shua la la...
After a burst of chaotic sounds, Boss Ye's flying knives suddenly scattered more than a dozen. As the muffled sound came, several enemies must have been hit by knives.
"Kick you to death!" Wang Renpang came up, and everyone who was alive stepped forward and kicked him. An eighth-level master can break a half-meter-thick stone with one kick. No flesh and blood body can withstand it, and suddenly It turned into a pile of mud and meat, with blood and water splashing everywhere.
Ye Fan broke through the rocky area as quickly as possible and rushed over.
Suddenly, two tall figures attacked from the left and right.
"Pork!" Wang Renpang rushed forward fiercely and kicked one of the tall figures in the waist.
Bang!
Wang Renpang felt a numbness and pain in the sole of his foot, as if he had hit a thick steel plate. The guy looked over with a horrified expression and found that it was an American.
"He is a pharmacy man. His muscles are as hard as iron. You pull back!" Ye Fan shouted loudly. When he saw the man raising his hand to greet Wang Renpang, he quickly turned around and rolled in front of the man. He also kicked the man in the same way. Kicked him over.
Bang...
This time it felt different. Although Boss Ye felt as if he had hit a big mountain. However, the American was still kicked back seven or eight steps by Boss Ye's powerful impact.
"Why does China still have a trump card?" The American with a high nose shouted, seemingly angry.
The guy and his body rushed towards Boss Ye and hugged him. If a pharmacist like this were caught in his hug, it would be terrible. Because they have rough skin and thick flesh, and can withstand beatings very well.
Boss Ye wanted to retreat, but after all, the pharmacist was also a ninth-level master. In order to save Wang Renbang, Boss Ye couldn't retreat in time and was caught in the middle by the pharmacist. The two were immediately entangled like sumo wrestlers on the sand dunes.
It started to tumble.
"You bastard!" Boss Ye suddenly felt something in his heart, and forcefully dragged the man into the sand. The man was unprepared and suddenly fell into the sand outside the rocks.
Under the pile of sand, Boss Ye's body flexibility was displayed. As soon as the dagger in this guy's hand came out, he rushed towards the potion man desperately.
Alas, the pharmacist was hit by Ye Fan's dagger.
However, when Boss Ye just emerged from the sand to get some air, he discovered that another fatter pharmacist actually smiled ferociously and punched Wang Ren eight meters away. Then he stepped on Wang Ren.
A lazy donkey could barely escape by rolling around.
However, after all, he is a ninth-dan master. It is not something that a low-level player like Wang Renpang, who is only at the second level of eighth-dan, can withstand it.
The potion man was hit in the leg several times, and Wang Renpang was hit in the leg again. Suddenly, a stream of blood splashed out from his mouth like an arrow, which was five meters away.
Seeing that Wang Renpang was about to die at the feet of this guy, Ye Fan couldn't bear it anymore. He stomped on the medicine man who was digging up into the sand, trying to get up and save Wang Renpang.
However, at this time, Ye Fan's actions were discovered by the pharmacist above. He laughed ferociously and shouted in English: "Shi Mixiu, trip him up, you and I will attack him together to kill this Chinese!"
"Okay Mislin." Smith said with a dull voice.
Immediately, Ye Fan felt a stir under his feet. I don't know what kind of rope or other weapon Smith used in the sand to tightly entangle his legs.
Moreover, Smith's hands were tightly hugging his legs, and he was constantly pushing on his legs. It was quite difficult to pull his legs out.
However, Mislin gave up his attack on Wang Renbang and kicked Boss Ye with a fierce smile.
With his feet restrained, it was very difficult for Mr. Ye to dodge. He received a real kick from Mislin on his shoulder. Suddenly, he felt numbness in his shoulder bone, as if it did not belong to him. He must have been injured.
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"Here comes the Chinese again!" Mislin smiled arrogantly and drew a thick-backed knife from his back. It flew three meters high in the air and roared like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
Amid the violent vibrations of the sound waves, this guy struck down on Boss Ye's head from the air with the force of the violent wind.
When the knife was still two meters away from Ye Fan, the sand next to it was swept up like a tornado, forming a strange small vortex spinning upwards into the sky.
Looking at this posture, this sword skill, if this hit, Boss Ye would probably have to go to Niu Tou Ma Nian to drink tea, chat and get spanked.
"Mislin, your tattoo master is here!" Wang Renpang's hoarse and desolate voice sounded. This guy's face was covered with blood, and his body jumped up like a bombshell, and he actually held the air firmly with both hands.
Mislin's legs were falling on Ye Fan's head. Wang Renbang used the inertia to drag Mislin to the side, trying to get him farther away from Mr. Ye.
"Seeking death!" Mislin was angry. He turned the thick-backed knife that was about to strike at Boss Ye and struck Wang Renpang on the head.
"Brother!" Seeing that the pound was about to break into two halves, Ye Fan shouted hoarsely, and a miracle happened. The silver piece on his wrist that had been motionless moved again this time under the pressure of the energy in Ye Boss's body.
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The silver shadow flashed, reflecting the sun's rays with a dazzling light. It was like a small dagger of light, spinning around Mislin's neck without making any sound.
porphyrin...
Mislin's big head with a small basin rotated, spraying dazzling purple blood and flew more than ten meters away.
It hit the sand with a thud. When the head fell, Mislin stuck out his tongue and glared at Boss Ye. He looked completely unbelievable and left in shock.
Boss Ye's whole body was drained of all his energy, and he felt like he was about to faint. Because, although this flying sword technique was extremely powerful, it basically drained all of Boss Ye's internal energy after one use.
If there is still a strong enemy at this time, Boss Ye will have no choice but to wait for death. This guy lamented in his heart, it's over, there is still Shi Mixiu, Yuanyuan, Pan'er, Qingwei, farewell...
When this guy was about to die, he thought of all the beautiful women and even forgot all about his parents and brothers.
At this moment, Boss Ye felt his feet loosen up. Smith Xiu actually let go of himself.
Boss Ye wanted to get out of the sand pile, but his whole body was so weak that he had no strength at all. When he was waiting in despair for Smith Xiu to send him off for the last journey, he found that the sand pile under his feet was shaking for a while.
Smith actually leaned out from the pile of sand. Soon, his figure disappeared after a few flashes.
What's going on? You don't need such a good opportunity? It's strange. Boss Ye was puzzled for a while.
"Boss, we had a narrow escape. That guy was frightened by your shiny silver thing just now." Wang Renpang came over and pulled Boss Ye out of the sand.
"It's so dangerous, brother, we almost finished the game." Boss Ye lay on the beach and stretched out his whole body. Wang Renpang was guarding the side with a sniper rifle. This guy's face was covered with blood and he didn't even bother to wipe it off.
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Half an hour later, the battle among the rocks ended. Dongfang rushed over carrying Yan Shijie on his back.
"How are our people doing?" Ye Fan regained his strength and sat up and asked.
"One comrade was sacrificed and two comrades were seriously injured. Head Yan was shot in the waist, which has been dealt with briefly. However, he was hit by two bullets, but fortunately they were not in the internal organs. However, he had to be sent home for treatment immediately.
Otherwise, your life is in danger." Dongfang said with an anxious look. He looked at Ye Fan, then at Mislin whose head and body were separated underground, and asked, "Is it a member of the Sea Wolves?"
"Not just team members, but super masters. The guy lying underground is called Mislin, a ninth-level master trained by drugs. The boss made his head move with one move." Wang Renpang cheered for Boss Ye.
"Kill another nine-dan?" At this time, Yan Shijie, who was lying down, suddenly woke up, his tone full of joy.
"Well, it should be the ninth level. The other one was so scared that he ran away." Ye Fan nodded, glanced at Dongfang, and said, "Immediately arrange a few team members to escort them back to the country. Arrange a few more. I think, three important
The wounded plus the body of a comrade will need to be escorted by at least six comrades. You can make arrangements."
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