Chapter 17 The Strong Gun God

A black light of "Ding" hit the village that was rapidly split on Cao Xu. The huge force from the knife made Wu Jiro's hand shake slightly. The village was slightly deflected, close to Cao Xu's dodging figure. The tip of the "poof" village's knife took away a wisp of hair in Cao Xu's ear.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of breaking the sky again in the night sky. A black light flashed into Wujiro's body. "Pong" flame smashed into Wujiro's body. Suddenly, Wujiro's body was surrounded by flames.

"Ah!" Wujiro, who was surrounded by flames, let out a scream. In an in an inssult of an eyes, a strong black gas gushed out of Wujilang's body and surrounded the flames. The flame struggled and shook a few times, and finally extinguished.

"Gun God!" Ishida couldn't help exclaiming when he looked at the screaming Takejiro, but the cold wind that answered him was as silent as death.

Looking at Cao Xu and Zhang Yu, who was fine, couldn't help but relax at the bottom of his heart, and immediately looked around. Where is the mysterious gun god? Listening to Ishida's words, it seems that the Gun God and Cao Xu should be together.

Suddenly, a breaking sound broke the silence around. A black light went straight to the ninja behind Ishida, and then the ninja behind Ishida shouted, "Cross cut!" Ding" The long knife in the ninja's hand and the black light in the air burst out a trace of fire, and then the surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

The long knife in the ninja's hand was broken into two sections. The body of the "bang" ninja hit the ground. With the moonlight, Zhang Yu could faintly see the small hole in the ninja's eyebrows. It was a bullet!

"Is the Gun God also coming?" The man standing by the lake muttered when he heard the exclamation from Ishida in the woods. He immediately turned his head to look at the dark woods and whispered, "It seems that the plan for tonight is going to be changed! But everything seems to be almost ready!" After saying that, the man flashed and disappeared into the night sky.

Watanabe walked to the edge of the woods and looked at the corpse lying on the ground. He couldn't help but look ugly. He quickly accelerated his pace and walked towards Ishida not far away.

"What's wrong with Ishida?" Watanabe looked at the cautious Ishida and said with some dissatisfaction.

Ishida looked around the silence. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was a sound in his ear and went straight to Watanabe beside him. Ishida looked at the black light shot at Watanabe and shouted, "Watabe, hide!"

"What?" Watanabe looked at Ishida with a strange face, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a warm ** flowing down from the middle of his eyebrows. He reached out and touched it. It was so sticky! Looking at the blood in his hand, Watanabe looked in disbevinced and gently spit out two words: "Gun God!"

"Papa" looked at Watanabe who fell to the ground. Ishida's face was pale, and his forehead was sweating coldly. He looked around and rushed into the woods and fled! Ishida is not afraid of death, or he will not be afraid when he dies. He can even shout three times: "Hang the Empire of Japan!" But he is also a human being. Not being afraid of death does not mean that he is not afraid to wait for death. Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that he has been worried about the fateful charm that does not know when it will come. The feeling of waiting for death is enough to make anyone crazy.

Obviously, Ishida, who ran away, meant the gun god in the dark. Just as Ishida was running, another sound came from the darkness! A spark appeared in the air, and a figure gradually condensed in front of Ishida, which was Wujiro, who was defeated by the flames in his body.

"Ishida, inform Fujita, hurry up! I'll stop them!" Takejiro holds the village and is carefully alerting bullets that may fly from the darkness at any time.

Hearing Takejiro's words, Ishida hurriedly rushed into the forest and disappeared into the foggy forest in the blink of an eye. This time, the gun god did not attack rashly.

"Gun God, come out!" Takejiro roared loudly in the woods.

After a short silence, there was a rustle in the quiet forest. A burly dark shadow slowly came out of the thick fog, with a half-burned cigarette in its mouth. The black shadow slammed the cigarette in his mouth, and the firelight on his mouth jumped slightly. A knife-like face with sighing Hu Zha appeared in front of everyone.

The man played with the strange pistol in his hand and spit out a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Cao Xu, who was pale not far away, and smiled and said, "As soon as I came back, the boss called me over. I haven't rested yet. How's it going? Are you all right?

"It's okay. Gun God! Be careful of the knife in that guy's hand. It's an imitation of the village. Cao Xu shook his head and looked at the man and said solemnly.

When the gun god heard Cao Xu's words, he was slightly stunned and immediately looked at the village in Wu Jiro's hand and smiled: "Yes, the village! It's a rare opponent! Take a break and give it to me here.

Cao Xu nodded and walked towards Zhang Yu.

Takejiro looked at the smiling gun god and snorted coldly: "Today, use your gun god's blood to sacrifice the knife for my rebirth!" After saying that, his body flashed to the gun god not far away.

Looking at Wu Jiro flying over, the gun god's face was solemn, and his body moved slightly under his feet and floated aside. The strange pistol in his hand flew out eight black lights in an instant, and a rapid sound broke the silent night sky.

Looking at the eight black lights that shot quickly into his whole body, Takejiro was terrified and roared: "Cross cut!" In an instant, the village turned into a knife net to protect Wujiro's whole body, "Ding...Ding..." A sound of gold and iron attack resounded around, "Puff...Puff..." The shot bullets reflected around.

Zhang Yu dodged a flying bullet, but Wu Jiro's scream came to his ear. Looking at Wu Jiro, who was surrounded by red light, Zhang Yu's heart jumped slightly. Eight bullets had been jumped. Why was Wu Jiro still hit? Immediately, Zhang Yu looked at the gun god and couldn't help admiring it. It was really a great shooting!

The black gas kept pouring out of Wujiro's body and swallowed the red light all over his body, and his original thick body indeed faded a lot.

"Not bad! I jumped eight bullets, but it's a pity that those eight bullets. Although they are just ordinary copper bullets, they are still worth some money anyway. It's a waste!" The gun god looked at Takejiro, who had melted the red light on his body, and smiled.

"Eight grids! Gun God, I will make you regret it!" Takejiro looked at the smiling gunman and said bitterly.

As soon as the voice fell, a strong evil spirit from the village poured into Wujiro's body. In an instant, Wujiro, who had been much darker, suddenly became thick, and a strong momentum continued to emanate from Wujiro's body. With the rise of Wujiro's momentum, Wujiro's eyes gradually became empty. A strong evil spirit kept emanating from Wujiro. At this moment, Wujiro is like a demon god in hell, which makes people shudder. For a moment, Zhang Yu felt that the air around him seemed to be frozen, which was so depressing that people couldn't breathe.

Looking at Takejiro, whose strength is still improving, the Gun God can't help frowning. Is this Muramasa's ability? It's just an imitation. How horrible it would be if it were a real village! He can't continue to improve his strength. Thinking of this, the gun god moved under his feet, and the gun in his hand suddenly fired nine bullets and nine consecutive hits!

Takejiro raised Muramasa in his hand and waved the nine bullets that flew in. A black air shot out, "Ding!" The black gas hit the bullet, turned the bullet into nothingness in an instant, and the power was unabated at the Gun God.

Looking at the fast-growing black gas, the gun god's face changed slightly, and his figure flashed quickly.

"Gaga, all three of you have to die!" Takejiro had a strange smile in his mouth, and his body suddenly disappeared from the same place and appeared beside the gun god. "The first one is you, go to hell!" As soon as the words fell, the village was splitting at the gun god in front of him, and there was a sound of gas explosion in the air.

At this time, Cao Xu, who had recovered slightly, saw the village of the gun god, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

The gun god looked at Wu Jiro in front of him and smiled at the corners of his mouth: "You can die!" A dark muzzle appeared in front of Wujiro's eyes. A black light flew out of the barrel and went straight to Wujiro's eyebrows. The gun god who fired the gun, his feet were on the ground, and his body disappeared from Wujiro's eyes in an instant.

Looking at the bullets that came straight to his eyebrows, Takejiro's consciousness instinctively felt a crisis and hurriedly pulled back the village Zheng, but in the face of such a close-range shooting, Takejiro had no time to block the bullets coming at all.

The "boom" bullet exploded in the center of Wujiro's eyebrows, and a huge golden charm hit Wujiro's body in an instant. Bum Jiro was hit on the ground by the golden charm, and his body kept shaking. There were sad screams in his mouth, and the black gas on his body continued to weaken.

Zhang Yu looked at Wu Jiro, who fell to the ground and screamed, and his heart was cold. This thing was too powerful.

The gun god didn't seem to care about Wu Jiro screaming on the ground at all. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it twice. He walked to Zhang Yu and looked at the blood stains all over his body and asked Cao Xu, "Is he?"

"Companion!" Cao Xu whispered as usual.

Hearing Cao Xu's answer, the gun god's eyes couldn't help looking up and down curiously. Zhang Yu, who was swept by the fierce eyes of the gun god, moved uncompliedly.

"What ability?" The gun god withdrew his eyes and took a cigarette, whispering in his mouth.

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned when he heard the words of the gun god, and immediately said, "Flame!"

"Good ability!" The gun god nodded and smiled, "Is the injury on your body all right?"

Zhang Yu shook his head and said with a smile, "It's okay! Just take a two-day break!"

Cao Xu ignored Zhang Yu and looked around. Suddenly, his face changed. He asked Zhang Yu, "Where's Yang Yao?"

Hearing Cao Xu's words, Zhang Yu was slightly stunned and quickly looked around. Immediately, his face became ugly, because Yang Yao, who was with the two, disappeared!