Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 16 (New book for collection and recommendation ticket!)

"Are you worthy?"

The leader of the bandit fell with a bang, and the roaring laughter of bandits suddenly came from the surroundings.

Yes,

A dead old man with one foot in the coffin,

Two six-year-olds about to go to school,

Facing more than 40 of their burly and powerful bandits,

What to fight, what to fight for?

The bandits are all living a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. It is rare to encounter this kind of fun, and they mock Yang Ming's self-awareness without caring.

"What village is this kid, so stupid, so naive!"

"I just like the way he doesn't like us and can't kill us."

"Little baby, you haven't even grown hair. Have you ever seen a long gun? Can you afford a gun?"

The bandit's words with color immediately caused meaningful laughter from the bandits.

The cynicism of the bandits did not shake Yang Ming's fighting spirit.

Yang Ming holds a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. He is like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. His starry eyes are cold and gleaming, like a cold knife, like ice, and like looking at a dead person.

A frantic red light appeared in Yang Ming's pupils, and the three hook jade slowly rotated.

Suddenly, Yang Ming, the volcano erupted, and the hot lava was shocking!

"kill!"

A hoarse low shout broke out from the depths of Yang Ming's throat. A little cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon. Before the bandit leader could react, he shot him in the throat!

At the same time, Tang San followed suit, attacking the other bandits.

Although the bandit leader has no soul power, he is also an experienced veteran.

Although his consciousness didn't react, his body's instinct took a step forward, his footsteps took a step back, his head was slightly raised, and the sharp spear tip rubbed the tip of his nose dangerously and dangerously, bringing with it a smear of blood.

He touched the tip of his nose, and thick blood fell on his fingertips.

The bandit head took the lead for a moment, and then suddenly became furious.

"Stinky brat, you are courting death!"

The bandit leader was furious. The sixty-pound machete in his hand was in his hand, and he waved it like an arm. The cold wind approached Yang Ming, and he was about to chop off Yang Ming's head. Old Jack Breathing almost suffocated, so nervous that a heart was in the throat.

It's too late to say, then soon!

In front of Sangou Jade Shaker, the leader of the bandit was as slow as a snail, and Yang Ming sneered with murderous intent at the corner of his mouth. He stepped on the ghost and disappeared, and his figure swayed from side to side and disappeared under the blade.

"what!"

The machete fell in the air, the bandit leader couldn't hold back his strength, the machete slashed on the ground, the blade was stuck in the gap, and could not be pulled out for a while.

"What about people?"

Yang Ming appeared behind the bandit leader, like the god of death issuing a death spy, and he breathed softly in his ear:

"I'm here!"

The thief leader's pupils suddenly shrank into needle glows, but this time, no matter how fast his body instinctively responded, it couldn't be faster than the sword in Yang Ming's hand.

The sword name is the Sword of Mystery, a killing knife that specializes in killing people!

The blade is extremely sharp, and the bust of the bandit leader was as thin as a piece of paper in front of the murder knife, and was stabbed in the opposite direction.

The white knife goes in, the red knife goes out.

The tip of the knife was stained with the blood of the heart, Yang Ming drew the knife out, and between contractions and contractions of the muscles, a splash of blood spurted out on Yang Ming's face, making him look like a devil killed in purgatory!

Although this was Yang Ming's first time to kill someone, he attacked in anger, and his hands shook a little at first, and then he regained his composure.

Because of the reality, there is no room for him to have any abnormality.

A blood-stained child turned to the other approaching thieves, and a pair of bloody eyes revealed a cold light that made people throbbing. Even these murderous thieves couldn't stand it under Yang Ming's gaze. The place paused for a moment, and then he became angry, and rushed forward, wanting to slash Yang Ming with a thousand knives!

Yang Ming stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that was flowing to his mouth.

The taste of blood is unpleasant, astringent, and bitter.

But the taste of hand-slaying an enemy is as sweet as nectar.

At this moment, in this hustle and bustle of the battlefield, facing the bandits who were taller than him, burly and fiercer than him, Yang Ming's heart was unprecedentedly calm.

Because behind him, there is no one to rely on!

Only by fighting, only by killing, can we forcibly kill a bloody path under this kind of adversity!

Relentless charge!

The long spear twitched, Yang Ming hit the ground with one shot, and the whole person jumped up like a flying swallow.

Watching Yang Ming fall through a graceful arc in the sky, the bandits were not afraid at all, and even felt a little ridiculous. They thought that Yang Ming was doing a juggling act, and he was about to laugh at his incompetence. within our means.

But at the next moment, a long spear like a thunder in a sunny day stood on the ground, with Yang Ming as the center, a layer of air waves was raised in all directions.

Soon, the surrounding bandits couldn't laugh anymore, and even looked terrified!

Because, they suddenly discovered that they could not help but lift their feet off the ground and their bodies off the ground!

Yang Ming held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and rushed directly into the bandit group.

Under the Cloud-Breaking Dragon, the three spears were all pointed at the same position. Yang Ming's stern face was just caught in the eyes of a bandit, when he saw several spear flowers attacking him, and then a pain in the chest, the top of the bust broke out. A deep hole, the heart in the body has long been smashed into dregs!

There are also killing knives, which are designed to pick the tough ones, and a thief with one knife, the knife sees blood, and the head flies high.

Guns are guns that kill people.

The sword is the sword that takes the head of the enemy!

And the person holding the spear and sword is only a half-year-old child!

This scene deeply shocked Old Jack's heart.

Old Jack opened his mouth like a koi, and could even swallow a whole salted duck egg!

Although Old Jack had formulated a strict exercise plan for Yang Ming, although he had imagined that Yang Ming was already very strong, he never thought that Yang Ming would be so strong!

Kill ten people in one step, without leaving a thousand miles!

Wherever Yang Ming has passed, there is no one who can be combined. With one sword and one shot, one person died. The viscous blood has dyed his clean white clothes blood color. Not the original color.

After Yang Ming killed fifteen thieves in a row, the other thieves finally realized that this little brat, who was originally dispensable in their eyes, was enough to decide their fate.

The other bandits came to their senses one after another. Some of them got on their horses, determined to crush Yang Ming with a cavalry charge, and some took out their crossbows and aimed at Yang Ming from a distance.

The situation is not optimistic!

Faced with all this, Yang Ming did not show any signs of timidity. Instead, he returned to the carriage, took out a can of rice wine brewed by Old Jack from the carriage, lifted the lid of the can, and started drinking.

The cold rice wine was poured into his throat, and then a fiery taste came up, Yang Ming suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart:

"I will drink wine, don't stop drinking!"

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me!"

(Don't be too entangled in the terms of knives and swords, because in some scenarios, idioms and words are only needed for use. They are too harsh and not beautiful.)

(End of this chapter)