"call--"

The mountain breeze roared, the audience was quiet and unspeakable, Pattaya and the others also stared.

The funeral procession watched the body of the Black Mountain Eagle, only feeling cold on the fingertips and cold toes, and cold sweat slowly ran down the back.

It feels like a snake crawling on its back.

The black mountain eagle is dead, and the black mountain eagle in the dry air is pierced with a sword in the throat.

What is even more unacceptable is that a tyrannical person like the Black Mountain Eagle would die just like ordinary people?

Pattaya, they don't want to believe, but they can't help believe.

Looking at the angry and aggrieved face of Black Mountain Eagle, and the blood flowing from his throat, everyone could tell that he was really dead.

"Wow!"

Just this sluggishness, Mai dressed up as a black Dapeng has floated up, his right shoulder trembling slightly, a flash of sword light fleeting.

The four armed soldiers on the top of the mountain crashed to the ground, all clutching their necks and twitching constantly.

Blood splattered.

The sword light of murder is always extraordinarily dazzling, and the blood just shed is always extraordinarily bright.

Before the blood dripped to the ground, Mai waved his right hand again, and the bodies of the two officers who drew the guns shook, and the throat spurted blood and fell to the ground.

In an instant, all six sergeants with guns on the top of the mountain were killed.

"Kill, kill."

The female family members of the funeral procession shouted and ran down the mountain in a panic. Ten wizards intentionally or unintentionally blocked the road, making the mountain road more crowded.

The soldiers along the way who heard the movement looked around, but no one left their posts and rushed to take a look. Several officers looked at each other and did not move.

They thought it was the Black Mountain Eagle who shot and killed the female relatives to bury them. At this time, they rushed up, and were reprimanded or headshot, so it was better not to move.

At this moment, Mai, who had killed six people in a row, didn't wait for the blood to slide from the tip of the sword, and then stuck to Pattaya and them like a fallen leaf.

"kill!"

A responding officer grabbed the wooden stick that had picked up the coffin, snarled and swung it towards Mai.

The sword light flashed, and a gleaming gray light fell into the officer's fragile throat, and the sharp chirping sound he made was suddenly interrupted.

The officers and soldiers behind then felt that in addition to the chilly raindrops on their faces, suddenly there were a few more drops of warm liquid.

The attacking officer was slowly but unstoppably falling to the ground in a collapsed posture.

Mai did not stagnate, and immediately broke into the funeral procession. Pattaya, who had no guns in his hand, could only retreat more than ten meters in a row, and at the same time screamed:

"kill him!"

In the panic and shouting of the funeral procession, thirteen officers and soldiers holding sabers immediately jumped out and attacked Mai with a murderous siege.

Pattaya also called the soldiers along the way to come up, preparing to give Mai a heavy blow.

The saber rushed toward Mai like a white dragon. Although there were only 13 of them, they looked like a whole at this time, and their movements were neat.

The momentum aroused by the thirteen people was powerful and incomparable, like a thousand troops rushing towards Mai, people could not help but worry.

Mai, one man and one sword, burst into the depth of his bones, such as strong and savvy, and he slammed 13 opponents.

Suddenly, it was like a stream of iron hitting the rock, making an earth-shattering roar.

The sound of roaring, screaming, and screaming were alarming.

The sword light that was waving was like lightning bolts, blasting arbitrarily in the pale rain, splashing blood and people, making the scene extremely chaotic.

Mai was covered in blood, but all belonged to others.

Not only did his cold body not take a half step back, but slowly moved forward, the gray sword was like a cold lightning, and those who blocked it were invincible.

At this time, there were seven or eight enemies who had died under the linen sword. He seemed to be handed down to the world with the sword and the sword sealed his throat, but there was no emotion on his face.

"what--"

Pattaya watched more than a dozen of his companions. He didn't hum or even touched Mai, so he died on the Mai sword one by one.

She felt a chill all over her body, colder than the rain that kept falling around her.

"on!"

At this time, the armed soldiers had not rushed. They were blocked by the crowd. Pattaya could only shout to the remaining companions again: "Kill him!"

The eight people around him rushed up with their knives, trying to chop Mai to the ground, but they couldn't even stop Mai with a single step.

Mai held the grey sword, raised her hand, and slashed, with a calm and viciousness that was completely beyond the imagination of mortals, she forcibly tore all the knives and people that attacked him.

A sharp sword light that was brighter than lightning, tearing open the curtain of rain in front of him, tearing open the hysterical siege in front of him.

Eight people hovered and fell to the ground, all with swords in their throats.

In the next second, Mai walked up to her.

Pattaya roared: "Who are you?"

Mai did not respond, but slowly approached.

"kill!"

When the corner of Mai's mouth evokes a slaughter, Pattaya, who felt the other's killing intent, trembled all over, and her instinctive reaction made her swing a knife.

She wanted to break the net with Mai Yu, not to avenge the Black Mountain Eagle, but to let herself survive.

Just as soon as the knife pierced the air, she saw a sword pierced under her jaw and then retracted like lightning.

too fast!

With such exclamation, Pattaya fell heavily into the rain, full of horror, and his pupils were gradually being submerged by the water.

Then she looked at a pair of soaked cloth shoes and walked by her head. Even at this time, her feet were still so stable!

In Pattaya's last consciousness, Mai killed seven or eight officers again. He did not shy away from it, and regardless of the consequences, he went on to kill...

And the tip of the black knife has been kneeling beside the Black Mountain Eagle, motionless...

Pattaya now understands why he feels uncomfortable when he sees the tip of a black knife...

"Woo-"

When the gunmen along the way finally discovered something was wrong, and when they charged towards the top of the mountain with their guns, three jeeps under the black blade tip arrived.

Zhao Wenguang jumped out of the first jeep, carrying a long and narrow shoulder bag, holding a long spear, and flashed out from behind the enemy, following ten people on both sides.

He was like a steel gun stab at the enemy, his fingers were indifferent but he quickly pulled the trigger, the four enemies turned their heads, their heads blossomed, and they fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The people around Zhao Wenguang also looked like an erupting lion, carrying firearms and firing at close range for two rounds. After turning over a dozen enemies, they pushed forward violently.

Like sharp fangs, they bit their opponents fiercely.

"Boom boom!"

Zhao Wenguang kept pulling the trigger with his fingers, the barrel of the gun trembled in anger, and the flying bullets poured out unscrupulously like a meteor shower.

The blood bullet hit his face, looking terrifying.

The narrow road suddenly turned into bursts of gunfire, flesh and blood flying all over, and screams continued to sound.

In this case, there is no war technology, no military evasion, and the fight is who is braver and who is less afraid of death.

"Boom boom!"

Zhao Wenguang led people to charge from the foot of the mountain to the top, suppressing the enemy like a rainbow, and angry bullets poured out like snowflakes.

Dozens of enemies screamed again and again.

Nearly a hundred meters away, more than forty enemies were slammed by them mercilessly, and the bullet shells were slammed and sturdy.

"Boom boom!"

Zhao Wenguang took the lead in eradicating the soldiers along the way, and quickly advanced to the top of the mountain, blasting the heads of the three people with a turn of his gun, opening up the road between himself and Mai.

The soldiers and the female families who fled along the way all died in the powerful firepower, and several secret whistles at the commanding heights wanted to move, but they were also headshot one by one.

The remaining dozen or so officers and female relatives were pressed to the top of the mountain, but Zhao Wenguang shot the head mercilessly after less than 30 seconds of resistance.

"Mai, withdraw!"

When the voice fell, Zhao Wenguang turned around and used his domineering movements to kneel on one knee.

The muzzle was deflected.

"boom!"

The bullet shot into the depths of the jungle and penetrated the eye of an enemy...