Otherworldly Merchant

I turned around and stood across the corridor with seven or eight strong terrorists, a row of black holes brushing their guns against me, and the beard of the leader was shouting at me.

If I hadn't looked and dressed like them, these guys would have shot already, what would they have done to me?

I don't understand a word they say in the Middle East, and it's a long way from me. At such a long distance, intangible needles and spells can't be touched, but I'm within the range of a bullet, and there's nothing to hide from.

I raised my hands and slowly stood up and yelled at them for some nonsense that I couldn't even understand myself, pointing my finger at the back lobby.

Those guys are kind of weird, not knowing what I'm talking about, not knowing what I'm doing. Though still vigilant, there was no sudden shooting - very tightly guarded outside the church, and since I could be here, I was mostly my own.

I was speaking very fast nonsense and walking fast as if there was an emergency to inform them.

When I reached a dozen meters, I suddenly shouted and shouted, fingering behind them.

These guys just turned around and my burst character suddenly made a move.

Boom!

Without waiting for them to turn around, they had been blown to pieces, crushed limbs filled with red blood, white brains splashing down a wall.

“Hello, Zhang Jiulin, are you okay?” There was a call from Seung-Cold Gao.

Perhaps he had just heard me discovered and then sounded the explosion. He thought it was an accident and couldn't care less. He asked quickly.

“It's okay, it's just a couple of terrorists.” I wiped a splash of blood on my face.

“Don't move yet, I'll be right in to get you. ”

“What are you doing in here? This place is full of masters of Yin and Yang.” I cautioned.

“Then why are you still in there?” Gao Shengcoln asked back: "Now that you've figured out where that thing is hidden, let's go find it and you can go home. ”

Listen to him, I couldn't help but stand still.

That's right!

Our most important task in Syria this time is to acquire the mystery, and now that we know where it is, we can leave.

In contrast, the minor targets of Lin Zhenbang are irrelevant, whether they are double-headed snakes or Lei Haotian.

Double-headed snakes can be found elsewhere, and Lei Haotian and Lin Zhenbang can keep them breathing for a few more days.

Just take that thing back and the mission is over!

Of course, just like killing Taurus by hand, it would be great if you could carry all of these with you.

But when we came here, we didn't know how complicated the situation was. Not only was Imzai's power terrible, but the three great sacrifices of the Dead Spiritual Church suddenly appeared here. Besides, the followers around Im were not very good at dealing with it. The task was far more difficult than we had imagined.

It's not easy to get away with that stuff.

Gao Shengcoln is right, while the people inside haven't noticed our existence, retreat quickly, this is the right choice!

As I hesitated, I suddenly heard a crisp thump in the direction of the hall behind me.

The sound was like a hammer striking a stone wall, as if it were a noise, coming from far to near speed.

“Later, it looks like someone's coming! ”

I whispered back and quickly pulled out an incognito.

Strangely, the spell broke as soon as it fell on her.

What's going on?

Is this also the counter-poductive force of dreaming? For a certain period of time, you will no longer be able to use the spell that works for you.

I pulled out another silent note and tried it, it did!

What are we gonna do?

I looked around and lay in the limbs of blood, squeezing the invisible needle in my hand, half squinting my eyes and staring in that direction.

Boom!

The sound was getting closer and faster, followed by an incredible figure, coming out of the corridor bend.

The guy wasn't running on the ground, and he tapped on both sides of the wall continuously, like a spring on the bottom of his foot, gently touching it, making a knock and squeaking, and he shot his whole body out obliquely and landed on the other wall. He flew out a dozen meters at a few points, and the figure stood in front of me.

I dared not look up and lay at the side angle, only to see one pair of shoes.

Pointed, shiny black leather shoes.

The one in these shoes is the nigger with the colorful braids all over his head!

He had a nasty curse and walked forward with his legs, probably not wanting blood and brains to splash on his shoes, which was a mild and careful step.

It's three or four meters from me.

Once we get there, we'll find out I'm pretending to be dead!

There's nothing to hesitate about, just kill him.

Close. Close again!

As he approached, he suddenly lifted a foot and kicked it in my head.

Not too hard, not too fast, just trying to kick my lying head right in the face and see how I died.

The guy loved his shoes and kicked them at me with his soles.

“Good to see you!” I screamed and shook my hand.

Pfft!

The intangible needle flew out and passed through the sole of the shoe.

“Ah!” the nigger screamed in pain and flied out in a rear sky.

One of my carp fights rolled over from the ground, and at the same time, I threw a spell out of my hand.

When the spell eye was about to touch the nigger, the guy suddenly reversed his shape in the middle of the sky and his whole body dodged away at a very incredible angle.

Boom!

The spell fell and a blast struck.

The nigger stepped on the stone wall and landed steadily on the ground more than twenty meters away.

By then, he had two more dark blue daggers on his hands, elongated, curved, like a pair of blue-ray snakes.

However, it is particularly surprising that he did not attack me immediately, but lowered his head and carefully rubbed the blood on his shoes.

The other side was suddenly attacked by me, the foot was pierced by a coin-sized hole, the blood was running, some of the pain was trembling, even the station was a little unstable.

But he seemed to care more about his shoes, rubbing them again and again, and the blood still couldn't be wiped clean. He touched the pierced skin with a heartbreak and looked up at his eyes with anger.

Boo!

With a knife and flower in his hands, on one leg, the whole person jumped at me like a suddenly loose spring.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did you fight me for shoes?

This guy is extremely fast, and he has rushed in front of him so close that he can easily hurt himself if the spell is cast again at such a close distance. I hurried back and drew the knife to greet him.

This nigger is extremely fast, and the knife path is even weirder. It doesn't collide with my two knives at all. Instead, it looks for voids and greets my throat, eyes, stomach and other critical points. And obviously, this guy's knife is heavily poisoned, don't say the stab is poisonous, I'm afraid it's enough to rip through a bloody mouth!

It wasn't until after the fight that I found out he was using three knives.

Like a circus juggler, there's always a knife out of my hand dancing around me.

The guy's body structure is also very peculiar, like no bones, elbow, knee, head turning 180 degrees, almost all of which is not what normal people can do.

Though he hurt one foot, he jumped extremely quickly. He flew around through the stone wall, suddenly left and right. Suddenly back and forth, he pushed me backwards and backwards in a row, and the danger surrounded him!

I've been practicing hard since I got the Ghost Knife, and not to mention the unbeatable hands, at least I should be able to touch the enemy's weapons.

Kokichi is here! I haven't even touched his dagger for over a dozen rounds.

This is trouble!

This was originally the nest of terrorists, and not far from this square hall, there was a horrendous group of top experts.

If I don't win as soon as possible, once the sound of this fight brings in the others, it will be even more troublesome!