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Dong Wenhui clutched his chest, feeling the burning pain, he couldn't help but lifted his clothes and took a look, there seemed to be something beating on the black palm print, and he shivered in disgust.

He knew that he might have been tricked by the Survivor Master.

For this guy, try not to fight in close quarters, Dong Wenhui has long known this.But the three of them teamed up, and although it was superficially trying to suppress the Subduing Sorcerer, Dong Wenhui knew in his heart how much energy he had consumed fighting like this.

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Hu Guolin and him are old friends, and he knows a little bit about him.As for Xiong Huiming, he doesn't know how deep it is. The 700-year-old bear spirit is probably not easy to deal with.

But since Xiong Huiming was inseparable from fighting the descendant master with their joint efforts, Dong Wenhui was not sure that he could fight the descendant master alone.If Xiong Huiming is so powerful, why not surrender the Survivor from the beginning?

So Dong Wenhui felt that it would not be long before the Survivor Master would be able to turn defeat into victory, at least be able to escape.

And neither of these two points was what he wanted to see.After three years, he finally saw this enemy again, and he wanted to kill him in one fell swoop to prevent him from going out to harm others.

But the reality is far from what he thought.

The few of them teamed up, but they were evenly matched with the descendant, and with his injury, he was a little bit powerless.

Hu Guolin's hands were already trembling a little. He is a serious monster. He has practiced for more than two hundred years, and he is already extremely talented to be able to transform into a human form.But although talent is good, the path of cultivation in today's world is even more difficult for goblins.

There are also monsters who have practiced for more than 500 years but have no ability to change form.

Therefore, Hu Guolin never felt that he had any superiority. In a fight, he may not win those monsters who are transformed into monsters.

Dong Wenhui was knocked back by a palm, and he had to save him. With a scream, three tails came out from behind him. This was the result of his years of hard work and unremitting cultivation.

Dong Wenhui had a chance to relax when he followed up with the palm of the descending artist who took advantage of the victory.

The conjurer was taken aback, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, you are really a vixen, then this fox tail whip is a bit weak and weak, not as pleasing as your three tails. Since you are a fairy, If you donated a demon pill to practice with me, and donated a fur to keep warm with me, it would not be in vain for you to come to this world for a while."

When Hu Guolin heard this, the hair on his tail exploded.

Half of the poisonous insects that surged around the Surviving Master split towards his injured arm, but in an instant, that arm swallowed many poisonous snakes and insects like a bottomless pit, and he raised his hand immediately.

After fighting for so long, it was useless.

The descendant can absorb the life of poisonous insects to restore his own strength.

This idea occupied everyone's minds, and people couldn't raise any more confidence.The continuous stream of poisonous insects meant that the descendant could recover from his injuries at any time, but the more they fought, the more tired they became.

And this is the headquarters of the Foreign Affairs Office of City C, and Hu Guolin is the person in charge. Except for Xiong Huiming, there is no one who can match his skills.How about someone who can turn things around?

No matter how much you come, it's still food delivery.

What's more, there are many ordinary people in the foreign affairs office.

Hu Guolin was anxious, and Chu Ning was even more disturbed. He could no longer care about the stench between his nose and breath, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.If it weren't for the last reason, knowing that rushing up would only add to the chaos, I'm afraid I wouldn't have waited here long ago.

As for the phone?He didn't know who else he could contact at this time.

Dong Wenhui was the only one he had seen who really knew the Tao, and all his contacts in this area came from Dong Wenhui.

As for 110, should the people's police be called to deliver the food now?Those are ordinary people.

Now that Hu Guolin still has three tails, if Chu Ning himself didn't have the foreshadowing before, he might be so scared that he forgot to breathe, let alone those policemen.At that time, should he treat the fainted policeman first, or shoot and kill the descendant first?

Besides, do guns and ammunition have any effect on this descendant?

As for the elder brother Chu Xiao, that was the first gay object in Chu Ning's mind to deny.He couldn't let his brother know that he was in such danger.

There is still a little luck in his heart, maybe he will die this time, but isn't he dying all this time?It's not normal to die once a day.Perhaps, if he died, he would just go back to zero o'clock in the night, so that he could remind Hu Guolin and the others to prepare early.

Just as he thought so, when he gambled whether he should rush into the swarm of poisonous insects to die, a gunshot stunned everyone.

Hu Guolin was waving his three tails in the air, Xiong Huiming was being thrown into the air, and stabilized his body with the Zen stick in his hand, while Dong Wenhui threw out the last dozen or so talisman papers, and after the gunshot, the talisman papers fell to the motionless On the body of the magician, a dark green flame burned.

The next moment, the descendant screamed miserably, as if he had pressed the switch for everyone.

Chu Ning looked back in surprise at the pistol that was still smoking in Yan Rang's hand. He was holding the gun, his eyes were indifferent and his face was calm, his arms were stretched out like cast iron. It was obvious that he fired the gun very firmly.And there is [-]% certainty in shooting.

Hu Guolin and the others also saw the situation but did not dare to be distracted. Dong Wenhui's talisman burned for a while and then went out. Turning his head, hundreds of poisonous insects rushed in instantly, holding Hu Guolin and others back.

But the Survivor Master has already fled.

Chu Ning stood by Yan Rang's side. Although the descendant's face was hidden in the hood, he just felt that the look was full of resentment and killing intent, which made him feel cold.

This glance was obviously not aimed at him, so how could it be more icy cold without knowing what to say?

But he didn't want to tell him to take back the gun, so he just glanced at Chu Ning, seeing that he was fine, so he stopped talking.

Hu Guolin and the others didn't have the strength to chase after him. Even the 700-year-old Xiong Jing sat down on the ground, not caring about the dirt and stench, chanting Amitabha, and finally it's fucking over.

The living room had already been dug into a hole by them, and Dong Wenhui simply sat on the ground. Although he still failed to kill the descendant, the joy of the rest of his life still made him relax unconsciously.

Only Hu Guolin still had some strength, and he could see clearly that the Survivor was forced away by the bullets of Yan Yi, so he stepped forward to ask Yan Yi.

Yan Rang frowned slightly, and said, "It should be because of the gun."

Obviously, Hu Guolin was even more puzzled than Hu Guolin when he said that he drove away the descendant.

Hearing this, even Dong Wenhui got up from the ground, saying that he wanted to see what was different about this gun.

However, Hu Guolin, who had received the gun, suddenly howled miserably, holding his hand as if it was scalding and blowing.