Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

"Under Li Xunhuan, Xiao Li is the 100th generation heir of Flying Daggers." The person behind the ruins repeated again.

Shen Cong carefully monitored him with his heavenly eyes, and replied: "Are you an actor?"

Li Xunhuan paused: "Uh, it's not."

Shen Cong continued: "Then you are insane?"

"How can it be."

"But I feel like you are very neurotic, with a brain problem."

"Damn, can you speak better, I'm just a fan of martial arts novels, okay?" Li Xunhuan could no longer maintain the joking tone he had before, and was very angry. "You didn't see my flying Daggers stunt. It’s no different from Li Xunhuan! It’s the end of the world now, okay? My ID card is gone long ago. I can call it whatever I want, okay?"

"Understood, Junior Two." Shen Cong remembered an online vocabulary.

"Damn, your uncle." Li Xunhuan scolded.

"I don't have an uncle." Shen Cong thinks that this person is a middle-two boy, but he does not rule out that the other party pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger. This kind of thing often happens in the novel.

But no matter what the opponent's situation is, there is a rare occurrence that does not seem to be the eastern theater, but a native of Xuzhou, and Shen Cong does not want to let the opponent go.

Besides, the other party wanted to kill him just now. In any case, he must catch this Li Xunhuan and kill him.

Must be killed!

The opponent couldn't escape, and Shen Cong planned to rush over directly. He felt that the strength of Flying Daggers was not great. The opponent was actually more flexible in action, not how strong it was.

Ten will be reduced in one effort.

No matter how flexible he is, he will hit him if he catches it.

Kang Dang, Shen Cong rushed directly.

With this movement, Li Xunhuan felt: "My friend, you don't have a good temper." As he said, he also moved, like a civet, tumbling between the ruins and quickly escaping from the original position.

Shen Cong changed direction and rushed towards the opponent.

At the same time, he was still halfway through the cold and fired a few shots. He didn't install a bouncing rocker. The bouncing rocker was not suitable for solo fights, but suitable for pursuit and group killing.

But Shen Cong is not slow now, much happier than Li Xun.

Seeing that he was about to chase, Li Xunhuan suddenly turned around, and another Flying Daggers flashed past. Shen Cong was immediately ready to resist the past, but still had to avoid the vital points, so there was a slight sluggishness in his figure. It's just this slight sluggishness, the other party has already moved away. When Shen Cong chased him, the opponent shot another Flying Daggers.

The distance opened again.

"Don't hide, this Flying Daggers is not powerful." Shen Cong felt fierce in his heart, and when the opponent's third Flying Daggers struck straight to his chest, he was ready to directly resist.

However, after seeing the trajectory of Flying Daggers, Shen Cong's eyes widened, his cold hair stood up, almost incapable of raising his hand, using the bone gold shield made of The Underworld chicken skeleton of his arm, blocking the front.

bass!

With a crisp sound, Flying Daggers shivered and stuck on Shen Cong's arm shield.

Two inches inside, he pierced the bone gold shield, then pierced the The Underworld mecha, pierced the skin of Shen Cong's arm, and then stopped.

Bang bang.

Shen Cong stopped and stood in the ruins. He looked at the Flying Daggers on his arms coldly, and quickly sensed that the gold core Flying Daggers had an activity of up to 2.715H, which was called the top gold core quality.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the trajectory of Flying Daggers was different, Shen Cong would treat it with caution subconsciously. This Flying Daggers might have been inserted on his chest and pierced his heart.

Unplug the Flying Daggers and insert it into the pocket of own The Underworld mecha.

Hold back the throbbing emotion of almost being overcast.

Shen Cong glanced at Li Xunhuan, who had stopped fifty meters away and shook his head in regret, then turned to look at the big Vajra, which was already a little fuzzy and invisible.

Feeling that things cannot be done, the opponent's strength is hidden from the beginning, it is indeed like the novel written in the novel, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

To shoot such a sharp knife, the opponent has at least twenty cattle power.

Otherwise, the Flying Daggers of 2.715H may not be able to break the defense of The Underworld mech so easily. It should be noted that The Underworld mech has been irradiated with meteorite fragments, and the active amount has increased to 1.9H, and the defense effect is not as good as that of heavyweight golden beasts. Difference.

"I can hear me clearly, my ears are not weak, and the level of evolution is very high. I should have thought of the other party pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

Twenty oxen's power is not enough to look at before Shen Cong has more than 30 oxen's power.

However, with the sharp golden core Flying Daggers of the opponent, and flexible movement, it is difficult to kill, and you have to bear the risk of being counter-killed.

The most important point is that Shen Cong was in the probiotic fog, with a clear sight of only more than two hundred meters. Once he exceeded this distance, he was out of touch with Vajra.

It is still unclear whether the other party is one person or a group of people.

Maybe Li Xunhuan is just a bait, what they really want to deal with is own big Vajra-human beings have always been good at playing conspiracies, and they have to guard against it.

Thoughts turn around.

But in a moment.

Shen Cong took a deep look at Li Xunhuan, remembered the other's figure and eyes, then turned around abruptly and turned back. He was about to retire. This person could not be killed, and he did not know how many accomplices there were. This place was not Shen Cong's home court, he had to retire. Nothing can be done, step back slowly.

After returning to Da Vajra, Shen Cong did not choose to sit on the roof of the car.

In fact, in the car and outside the car, the range that the sky eye can see is the same, but in the car you need to be distracted to contact the big Vajra, use the active frequency of the big Vajra to open the sky eye, it is better to open the sky eye directly outside.

Now I don't know if there are Li Xunhuan's accomplices, or whether they have equipment such as sniper rifles, and they have to be treated with caution.

It's just that he hasn't waited for him to start the big Vajra.

Tianyan saw Li Xunhuan entering within more than two hundred meters, and relying on the ruins, quickly approached. Shen Cong ignited the fire quickly, and the other party immediately shouted: "Hey, don't go, and communicate again."

He seemed to be the only one around.

Shen Cong kept the engine warming up, his mentality had already calmed down, and he responded indifferently: "Who are you on earth?"

"As I said, my name is Li Xunhuan. You are really weird. You have to ask what you are doing." Li Xunhuan said impatiently.

"I ask your identity!"

"Little Li Flying Daggers hundredth generation heir."

"Go!" Shen Cong cursed after turning on the maximum volume of the external speaker.

"Well, let's be honest." Li Xunhuan said after hiding in the ruins. "I have already said that my name is Li Xunhuan. After the end of the world, I will always be called Li Xunhuan. Don't ask me why I am called Li Xunhuan. Now you tell me you. What is your name!"

Shen Cong had already walked into the carriage. From the material room, he picked up the 6-barrel rapid-fire machine gun he had prepared for a long time, pressed the clip chain, and then walked to the window and said with an external speaker: "My name is Huang Xiaoming."

With that, he aimed the 6-barrel rapid-fire machine gun at the ruins where Li Xunhuan was avoiding.

"Haha, your name is Huang Xiao... Damn, your uncle, Gatlin!" Li Xunhuan was about to laugh at Shen Cong's name, but when Shen Cong opened the window of Vajra, he quickly found six rapid-fire machine guns, which were immediately his hands and feet. And used it in the ruins for a while to flee.

The movements are flexible and difficult to capture, and they escape.

Shen Cong put down his six rapid-fire machine guns, expressionless: "This person, moving freely in the fog, does not rely on other methods, but just like me, opened the eyes of the sky, using the seventh sense, you can see my situation here. ...Somewhat tricky."

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