On the roof, Zhao Chen held a machine gun and smiled proudly at the stairs passage coming up, saying, "Old thief, come on, I'm waiting for you here. You are not calling to break me up and crush my bones and get rid of ashes.
Is it? Why did you dare not come out after you come? Are you planning to wince your head turtle?"
"Little bastard, wait for me. If you don't tear you into pieces today, I won't call you Wu Yangcheng." A resentful roar came from the corridor, followed by Zhou Qiucheng's angry voice.
It also came from inside: "Little bastard, don't be proud. You'd better not be caught by me, otherwise I will have to burst your chrysanthemum for seven days and seven nights."
No wonder Wu Yangcheng and Zhou Qiucheng were furious. They finally rushed up, but as soon as they emerged from the corridor, Zhao Chen's machine gun opened fire at them.
Under the dense and powerful bullets, they had no time to rush out of the corridor and had to retreat again. If they hadn't reacted quickly, they might have been injured at this time.
Then they tried twice. Whenever they raised their heads, Zhao Chen's gun rang, forcing them to retract, but when they retracted, Zhao Chen's gun stopped again.
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For this reason, the entrance of the corridor was also ragged by bullets.
A chill rose from Zhao Chen's back, and Zhao Chen also thought of Zhou Qiucheng's special hobby. When Zhao Chen thought about how he was actually being thought of by such an old pervert in his heart, Zhao Chen felt disgusted.
"Old pervert, your mother is messing around, cutting corners when she is doing you, and she creates you a turtle who is not complete in character, women don't love men, but they love men, you are not afraid of inserting in and breaking your old stick...
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"Little beast, you're looking for death." Zhou Qiucheng was furious, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he flew towards the entrance of the corridor.
He likes men. In the eyes of others, he is just a pervert. He can have his identity and status. Even if everyone thinks so in his heart, no one dares to say it. Calling him an old turtle is his biggest taboo.
If it were normal times, if someone dared to say this, the final outcome would be absolutely tragic, but at this time, Zhao Chen shouted loudly in front of so many people, how could he bear it?
"Haha, if you have the guts, come and kill me!" Zhao Chen laughed and immediately snatched the machine gun.
"Swish swish swish swish..."
Zhou Qiucheng came out of the corridor and the bullet had already arrived in front of him.
"No." His face changed suddenly. Under the dense bullets, Zhou Qiucheng dared not rush forward, so he had to retreat quickly.
"Haha, old thief, come on, you are not going to kill me..." Looking at Zhou Qiucheng's embarrassed look, Zhao Chen burst into laughter, but as soon as the laughter started, his face suddenly changed.
"not good."
As soon as his body turned, Zhao Chen's muzzle immediately pointed to the roof on the right. At this time, Wu Yangcheng's figure had appeared on the roof. When he saw the muzzle that Zhao Chen pointed at, his face also changed.
He quickly ran away from the roof.
"Swish swish swish swish..."
Bullets kept flying past Wu Yangcheng, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air made his scalp numb.
"Damn..."
Wu Yangcheng suddenly cursed angrily, and his body jumped downstairs in panic. Then, two bullets flew past the place where he was just standing.
"Old dog, I'll let you hide." Zhao Chen looked at Wu Yangcheng, who was holding the roof with his hands and only had one head exposed, and pointed the machine gun directly at him.
However, before he could shoot, Zhou Qiucheng flew out from the entrance of the corridor like a vicious wolf, and was so fast that it almost came to him in the blink of an eye.
"Little bastard, go to death."
A fist appeared directly in front of Zhao Chen with a powerful internal force, giving Zhao Chen no chance to turn the gun and shoot.
"Old dog, just want to kill me like this?" Zhao Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and a powerful aura erupted from Zhao Chen's body. Then, he looked at Zhou with a powerful internal energy on his right foot.
Qiu Cheng kicked over.
Feeling the sudden aura of Zhao Chen's body that was not inferior to him at all, Zhou Qiucheng's face changed and he said in a lost voice: "You are not at the high level of Xuan Realm, but at the peak of Xuan Realm. How is this possible?"
As the voice was made, Zhou Qiucheng immediately gave up the attack and retreated quickly. Zhao Chen's sudden outburst of strength surprised him, but this was not enough to scare him.
What really made him retreat was the kick that Zhao Chen kicked. Zhao Chen did not hold back at all. Once he was kicked, he would definitely be seriously injured, and it was not less than the lethality of his punch.
Of course, when Zhao Chen kicked him, his fist would also hit Zhao Chen's chest. Both of them were considered to be a way of killing each other. In the current situation, this was definitely beneficial to Zhou Qiucheng, after all, he
Not alone, there is Wu Yangcheng next to him who is comparable to his strength.
Once Zhao Chen was seriously injured and his strength was greatly damaged, it was easy for Wu Yangcheng to kill Zhao Chen. Logically speaking, Zhou Qiucheng was very happy to change this attack after knowing that Zhao Chen was a master of the peak of the Xuan Realm.
But Zhao Chen was too insidious. The place where he kicked was Zhou Qiucheng's little brother. What is the most important thing for the disciples of Yin and Yang Sect? Of course, it is the little brother. Without a little brother, how can they practice dual cultivation?
Even if Zhou Qiucheng no longer practices the Yin-Yang Sect's Yin-Yang Sect, the two-person dual cultivation he created himself also needs that thing. Once that thing is gone, he will not be able to practice completely, and he will spend it.
The dual cultivation of men and men that only created decades has been wasted.
With such consequences, he naturally would not change with Zhao Chen, because he could not afford to change at all. For him, the risk was too great.
As soon as Zhou Qiucheng retreated, Zhao Chen kicked the ball instantly, but this gave Zhao Chen a chance. The machine gun in his hand turned and pointed directly at Zhou Qiucheng.
"Little bastard, go to die." With a loud shout, Wu Yangcheng had already rushed to Zhao Chen before Zhou Qiucheng, and the sharp fist had reached the forehead. If this punch was hit, the head would have to bloom.
The situation was urgent, and Zhao Chen didn't care about shooting, and his head tilted to the side, and his fist swung past him.
Zhao Chen ignored Wu Yangcheng and directly snatched the machine gun in his hand.
"Bang bang bang..." The bullets hit the ground, leaving a row of bullet holes, and cement slags shot randomly.
Unfortunately, Zhou Qiucheng had already arrived at the side in the moment just now, and Zhao Chen's bullets were all gone.
"Go to die..."
Wu Yangcheng found that he had hit the sky, and his arm immediately hit the side. Zhao Chen could not dodge at all and was hit hard on the face. For a moment, his body staggered back several steps, and his nose was
As the severe pain came, two lines of nosebleed also flowed down.