Chapter 1522: The First Sword, the First Gun

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"Hu——"

The mountain wind whistled, the whole place was unusually quiet, and Pattaya and the others also widened their eyes.

The funeral procession looked at the body of the Black Mountain Eagle with their eyes wide open, and they felt cold fingertips and toes, and cold sweat slowly flowed down their backs.

It felt like a snake crawling on their backs.

The Black Mountain Eagle was dead. The Black Mountain Eagle who was dry and dry was pierced through the throat by a sword.

What was even more unacceptable was that such a tyrannical person as the Black Mountain Eagle would die like an ordinary person?

Pattaya and the others didn't want to believe it, but they couldn't help but believe it.

Looking at the angry and aggrieved old face of the Black Mountain Eagle, and the blood flowing in his throat, anyone could see that he was really dead.

"Swoosh!"

Just at this sluggishness, the hemp clothes dressed as the Black Dapeng had floated up, his right shoulder trembled slightly, and a flash of sword light was fleeting.

Four armed soldiers on the top of the mountain fell to the ground with a bang, all holding their necks and twitching.

Blood splattered.

The sword light of killing is always particularly dazzling, and the blood that has just flowed is always particularly bright.

Before the blood dripped to the ground, Mai Yi waved his right hand again, and the two officers who had drawn their guns were shocked, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from their throats.

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

"Kill people, kill people."

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

The soldiers along the way who heard the noise looked around, but no one left their posts without permission to rush to see. Several officers looked at each other and did not move.

They thought that the black mountain eagle shot the women to be buried with them. If they rushed up at this time, they would be reprimanded at best, or shot in the head at worst, so it was better not to move.

At this moment, Mai Yi, who had killed six people in a row, did not wait for the blood to slide from the tip of the sword, and stuck to Pattaya and the others like a fallen leaf.

"Kill!"

An officer who had reacted grabbed the stick used to carry the coffin and swung it at Mai with a roar.

The sword flashed, and a streak of gray light sank into the officer's fragile throat, and his sharp shouting voice suddenly stopped.

The officers and soldiers behind him then felt that in addition to the cold raindrops on their faces, there were suddenly several drops of warm liquid.

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

Ma Yi did not stop and broke into the funeral procession in an instant. Pattaya, who had no guns in her hands, could only retreat more than ten meters and shouted at the same time:

"Kill him!"

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

Pattaya also called on the soldiers along the way to come up and prepare to give Mai a heavy blow.

The saber rolled towards Mai like a white dragon. Although there were only thirteen of them, they were like a whole at this moment, and their movements were in unison.

The momentum aroused by the thirteen people was incomparably powerful, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards Mai, which made people worry.

Mai, who was alone with a sword, burst out the kind of determination and determination deep in his bones at this moment, and he looked down on the world. He went straight and hard against the thirteen opponents.

In an instant, it was like a stream of iron hitting the rock, making a shocking roar.

The roars, shouts, and screams were all shocking.

The sword light that was swung up was like lightning, and it was wantonly sprayed with pale rain, blood splashed, people fell, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Mai was covered in blood, but it was all other people's.

His cold body not only did not retreat half a step, but slowly moved forward, and the gray sword was like a cold light, and no one who blocked it could stop it.

At this time, there were already seven or eight enemies killed by Mai Yi's sword. He was like a god of killing, with every sword cutting the throat, but there was no emotion on his face.

"Ah——"

Batiya watched more than ten companions die one by one on Mai Yi's sword without even a groan or touching Mai Yi.

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

"Go!"

The soldiers with guns had not arrived yet, and they were blocked by the crowded crowd. Pattaya could only shout to the remaining companions again: "Kill him!"

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

Mai Yi held the gray sword, raised his hand, and chopped and killed, tearing apart all the knives and people who attacked him with a calmness and viciousness that was completely beyond the imagination of mortals.

The sharp sword light that was brighter than lightning tore open the rain curtain in front of him and the hysterical siege in front of him.

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

The next second, Mai walked in front of her.

Pattaya yelled, "Who are you?"

Mai did not respond, but slowly approached.

"Kill!"

When Mai's mouth curled up a murderous look, Pattaya, who felt the other party's killing intention, trembled all over, and her instinctive reaction made her swing a knife.

She wanted to fight Mai to the death, not to avenge the Black Mountain Eagle, but to keep herself alive.

But just as the knife stabbed into the air, she saw a sword piercing under her jaw first, and then retracted like lightning.

Too fast!

With such exclamation, Pattaya fell heavily in the rain, and her terrified eyes were gradually submerged by the accumulated water.

Then she looked at a pair of soaked cloth shoes passing by her head, even at this time, the feet were still so stable!

In Pattaya's last consciousness, Mai killed another seven or eight officers. He did not hesitate or care about the consequences, and went on a killing spree...

And Black Blade Point had been kneeling beside Black Mountain Eagle, motionless...

Battaya now understood why she felt uncomfortable when she saw Black Blade Point...

"Woo--"

When the armed soldiers along the way finally found something wrong and charged towards the top of the mountain with their guns, three jeeps under Black Blade Point arrived.

Zhao Wenguang jumped out of the first jeep, carrying a narrow satchel and holding a long gun, flashing out from behind the enemy, followed by ten people on both sides.

He stabbed the enemy like a steel gun, his fingers indifferent but agile to pull the trigger, four enemies turned their heads, their heads bloomed, and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The people around Zhao Wenguang were also like a lion that had exploded, holding guns and firing two rounds of close-range shots, knocking down more than a dozen enemies and then advancing violently.

Like sharp fangs, they bit the enemies fiercely.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang's fingers kept pulling the trigger, the barrel trembled angrily, and the flying bullets poured out like a meteor shower.

The blood splashed on his face, which looked murderous and terrifying.

The narrow road suddenly became full of gunfire, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams continued to sound.

In this situation, there was no war technology, no military evasion, and the battle was about who was braver and who was less afraid of death.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang led his men to charge from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, suppressing the enemy with great momentum, and angry bullets poured like snowflakes.

Dozens of enemies screamed continuously, people and horses fell, and blood was all over the ground.

On the road of nearly 100 meters, more than 40 enemies were mercilessly trampled by them, and the shells were stepped on and crackled, which was extremely fierce.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang took the lead in eliminating the soldiers along the way, and quickly advanced to the top of the mountain. He turned his gun and blew off three people's heads, clearing the way for himself and Mai Yi.

The soldiers along the way and the fleeing women were all killed by the powerful firepower. Several secret sentries on the commanding heights wanted to move, but they were also shot in the head one by one.

The remaining dozen officers and women were pressed to the top of the mountain. They resisted for less than 30 seconds before they were mercilessly shot in the head by Zhao Wenguang.

"Ma Yi, retreat!"

After the voice fell, Zhao Wenguang turned around and knelt on one knee with his domineering action.

The muzzle of the gun tilted.

"Bang!"

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