Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

After taking the Qi and Blood Fruit, Cheng Mo's health began to slowly recover.

Cheng Mo pointed to the branch at the foot of the wind: "Brother, make some room for me. My skill time is almost up."

Hearing this, Nan Feng took two steps to the side, and Cheng Mo immediately strode over.

The flying sword suspended in mid-air also returned to Cheng Mo's hand.

Cheng Mo let out a sigh of relief: "What should I say? Shall we go and join the brothers in Area 381 now?"

Nanfeng pondered for a moment: "I think...it's better to go back and kill the group of people just now."

Just now, Nanfeng and Cheng Mo were ambushed by the chosen ones from District 8, and almost capsized in the gutter.

As the leaders of District 527 and District 68, can they endure this?

"That's what I meant!" Cheng Mo chuckled, "But you have to wait for me for 10 minutes. My skills take a long time to cool down."

Nanfeng waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I just want to get some blood back."

The two stood on the tree and chatted wordlessly for ten minutes. Cheng Mo was able to fly with his sword again.

Cheng Mo threw the flying sword and stepped on it: "Good brother, there is no time to explain, get in the car quickly!"

Seeing this, Nanfeng stepped forward and stood behind Cheng Mo.

There were two people standing on the small flying sword, which seemed a little crowded.

Cheng Mo: "Hold on, I'm driving very fast."

Nanfeng: "Where to help?"

Before Nanfeng could find a place to put his hands, Cheng Mo ejected and rushed out of the dense forest with his flying sword!

Uh-huh!

The flying sword gallops in the air, with the green sea of ​​leaves below.

Nanfeng grabbed Cheng Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands to prevent himself from falling.

If you fall from such a height, you will probably lose a lot of blood, right?

Cheng Mo looked back at Nan Feng: "Why don't you hug my waist?"

Nanfeng: "Why should I hold your waist? I am a serious person."

Cheng Mo: "The sisters-in-law in our war zone have to hug my waist and put their bodies on my back. They say it's safer this way."

Nanfeng's face contorted with envy.

Hear, hear!

What does this say?

Taking a deep breath, Nanfeng ignored Cheng Mo's Versailles, lowered his head and began to look for traces of the Chosen One in District 8.

But the branches and leaves below were so dense that Nanfeng couldn't see what was going on under the leaves.

Cheng Mo: "Hold on, let's go down and take a look."

Nanfeng: "Okay!"

Cheng Mo lowered the front of the car and plunged into the dense forest.

The branches blew against Nanfeng's body, causing some slight pain.

There are no Chosen Ones from District 8 around here.

"Not here..."

Cheng Mo frowned slightly. It seemed that the other party also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he left while the two of them recovered.

Nanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly. With the help of the passive skill [Eagle Eye], he could easily see some inconspicuous details.

Nan Feng: "On the front left, that's the direction they ran."

Cheng Mo was stunned: "How do you know?"

South Wind: "The fallen leaves in this direction have been trampled."

I see……

Cheng Mo nodded, and the magic power in his body poured into the flying sword crazily, maxing out his speed, and started racing through the forest!

Swish, swish, swish!

The trees on both sides retreated rapidly!

In less than thirty seconds, the two of them discovered the traces of the Chosen One from District 8!

"Wow, Fake? The swordsman who escaped just now is back again!"

"Look, there's a person standing on his sword."

"Is that... Nanfeng? Quick! Take action! Launch an attack!"

The chosen ones in District 8 reacted very quickly. The moment they discovered Nanfeng and the two, they immediately launched a counterattack.

A series of magic arrows flew in, mixed with some darts, crossbow arrows, silver needles and other hidden weapons.

Cheng Mo's expression changed, he raised his sword head and rushed out of the forest again at a 45° angle.

Nanfeng: "Why are you flying out? Rush over their heads! I have even taken out the grenades!"

Cheng Mo: "Young horseman, so many arrows are coming at you, you want me to catch them with my face?"

Obviously, Cheng Mo is also a squishy person with high attack power and low health, and cannot withstand so many attacks.

"Okay..."

Nanfeng could only put the grenade away helplessly.

If it is thrown from such a high height, and there is a thick leaf blocking it below, it is basically impossible to hit anyone.

It’s better not to waste grenades and use Gatling instead!

"Good brother, you fly steadily, let me bring them a wave of justice from heaven!"

Nanfeng took out the Gatling, the barrel of the gun was pointed down, and the magic bullets were fired!

Flying sword + Gatling =?

The terrifying recoil made the entire flying sword tremble, and Cheng Mo finally managed to stabilize it.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

Nanfeng held Gatling and fired wildly at the bottom. He didn't care whether he could hit anyone or not, just sweep them anyway!

What we are playing is fire suppression!

Nanfeng still remembers that when he watched "Lake Tankatsu" that year, there was a scene in which the bombers of the Beautiful Kingdom dived and strafed the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom.

That scene was still fresh in Nan Feng’s memory.

"Let you also experience what despair is!"

The forest below Feijian was plowed back and forth several times by the south wind, and the big trees more than ten meters high were riddled with bullets.

I don’t know how many chosen ones from District 8 died under Nanfeng’s gun.

20 seconds later, Cheng Mo suddenly said: "My sword control skills are running out of time, retreat!"

Nanfeng licked his lips: "Why retreat? Just jump down and fight with them!"

Cheng Mo raised his eyebrows: "Yale, so swollen? Then I'll accompany you to have fun!"

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and dived down directly!

The Gatling gun was not yet red-hot, and Nanfeng immediately spun in circles and fired as soon as he landed.

The Chosen in the surrounding 8 districts were frightened and sweated coldly, and scattered to find shelter.

"Sword, up!"

Cheng Mo put two fingers of his right hand together and gently raised it.

Under his command, the flying sword flew rapidly towards a person and cut off his neck.

Elegant!

In comparison, Nanfeng looked much more rude, without any aesthetic sense, a pure killer!

"Breaking the air!"

"Entanglement!"

"Ice Element Arrow!"

The remaining 8 districts' Chosen were not vegetarians either, and they began to fight back against Nanfeng's firepower suppression!

[Shadowless Step]!

Nanfeng activated [Shadowless Step] and began to dance on the tip of the knife!

The enemy's skills were always a millimeter away, but they couldn't hit him!

Cheng Mo didn't have such a buggy skill, and was beaten by various attacks and fled gracefully.

Nanfeng yelled: "Leave the 15 on the left to me, and you take care of the 3 on the right!"

Cheng Mo raised his middle finger and cursed: "Who are you looking down on! Who are you looking down on! I'll kill at least 5!"

Nanfeng put away the Gatling gun, took out the [Mountain Climbing Claw] and climbed up the tree, then switched to the M24.

Boom!

[Piercing Bullet]!

A Chosen One hiding behind the tree was shot in the head.

Boom!

[Explosive Flame Bullet]!

Three Chosen Ones who wanted to escape in a group were engulfed by the flames of the explosion.

Nanfeng shot left and right, and threw two grenades from time to time.

On the other side, Cheng Mo drove the flying sword, shuttled back and forth around the Chosen Ones in Area 8, harvesting their lives.

Three minutes later, the battle was over.

Cheng Mo fixed his hair and pointed at the bodies on the ground: "1, 2, 3, 4... Damn, one is missing."

Sighing, Cheng Mo shook off the dust on his body and restored his image of a sage.

Nan Feng slid down the tree trunk without even looking at Cheng Mo, and started to touch the bodies.

These people are all chosen ones in Area 8, and their equipment is pretty good. They can be picked up and thrown into the warehouse for brothers to exchange.

Cheng Mo's face changed: "Brother, I killed 4 of them, don't steal them!"