Chapter 1725 Storyteller

Dark clouds gathered overhead, and everyone clenched their weapons. The smell of gunpowder at the scene became stronger and stronger, and the war was about to break out.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching shout of killing, dozens of people from both sides rushed out at the same time, like two torrents colliding fiercely.

No, the old general Yan Can holding a stone stick, Mr. Shui, Lady Dahe and others took the lead, and the night watchmen on the opposite side also took up their positions. For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic, with roars, screams, the sound of knives and axes colliding with each other, and the sound of flesh being split. The scene was not only bloody, but also weird. In addition to being weird, everyone present was a high-level disciple, and the weirdness of their methods was completely beyond the limit of ordinary people's imagination.

Because of the fat man, Jiang Cheng noticed the old beggar very early. He saw him squatting near the edge of the battlefield without being impatient, and took out a quick bullet from his arms. While hitting the broken bowl in his hand with the quick bullet, he shouted hard, but the scene was too chaotic, so Jiang Cheng couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.

A woman in the uniform of the Dark Army noticed the old beggar and rushed towards him, but the next second, the old beggar raised his clapper and pointed at the woman. Without any other movement, the Dark Army woman paused, then fell to the ground, soaked in blood.

And then, a bloody thing suddenly appeared in the broken bowl of the old beggar. Tang Qisheng's bloodshot eyes saw clearly that it was a still beating heart.

"This man's methods are strange, and I'm afraid he will harm several of my generals again." Mr. Jingde, dressed as a storyteller and serious, suddenly spoke in a tone.

However, as soon as the words fell, the situation reversed in the next second. The soil under the old beggar's feet began to wriggle, and countless vines broke out of the soil, intersecting each other to form a cage to strangle the old beggar, but the old beggar reacted very quickly. After throwing away the patchwork clothes, his body slipped like a loach and barely escaped from the cage. Before he could catch his breath, a dark figure appeared behind him and cut him in half with a knife. After killing this person, the master who was also from the dark army turned around and rushed to another opponent, fighting fiercely with a dwarf on crutches.

Unlike the previous performance of lack of integrity, the strength of the monk who broke the precepts was surprisingly strong. He cooperated with another master who was ten feet tall and wore a Nuo opera mask, and for a while he was evenly matched with Wu.

Similarly, Master Shui, who had killed one person and seriously injured another, was also noticed by the other side, who sent out corresponding experts to deal with him. Under siege, he was in a state of disadvantage, and there was a danger all around.

"Although this Wu is very powerful, he will probably be killed when he fights one against two."

"Mr. Shui has rich experience in fighting enemies, but he is more skilled in escaping. When it comes to head-on fighting, he is not even as good as Wu. I am afraid that he will be in danger if he continues for a long time. It is not impossible that he will be seriously injured by a sneak attack."

The fat man was furious when he heard Mr. Jingde's words. His friends were fighting hard in the front, but this old man was hiding here, shaking his head and making sarcastic remarks, which were all sarcastic remarks that boosted others' morale and destroyed his own prestige. "What are you talking about? They are not good enough. If you despise them, you can do it! You are shaking your head like a human being, and you are a fucking storyteller. You are so capable, can you talk those people to death?"

Even if No. 13 stopped him, the fat man did not indulge Mr. Jingde's bad habits, although the opponent's number was 005, the absolute core figure in the team.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng, who was watching the battle, realized that something was wrong. After Mr. Jingde finished speaking, the situation seemed to have changed. The monk who had been cooperating well with the Nuo opera master was suddenly disrupted. Wu took the opportunity to cut off the Nuo opera master's right arm with a knife, and Mr. Shui also broke through the siege, and even avoided a sneak attack from behind by accident.

The masters on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Mr. Jingde and cast a sinister look at him. The monk who had been breaking the precepts was cursing and saying some greetings.

Jiang Cheng looked at Mr. Jingde, who had shut up, in surprise. Sweat oozed from his forehead, but his back was still straight. "What kind of magical power is this? What you say is true?" It's just that what Mr. Jingde said seemed to be sarcastic. The most obvious one before was the old beggar. He just praised him and was killed next. This was a bit of flattery. Jiang Cheng suddenly realized that Mr. Jingde's nickname was storyteller.

He retracted his gaze and turned to look at the old man with full beard, but the old man had no intention of explaining. He just shook his head slightly. Jiang Cheng could feel that it was not that he was unwilling to explain, but that he could not say it. There seemed to be something very mysterious in it.

"Here it comes again..." Lin Wan'er frowned sharply, and saw someone walking out of the black fog not far away. This scene made Jiang Cheng's heart hang again. He originally thought that his side had the advantage in numbers, but now it seems that the opponent still has a trump card that has not been sacrificed.

"What is that black fog?"

"I don't know the details, but the old man with full beard has calculated that the old president is hiding in it. Now the old president has been seriously injured one after another and needs time to recuperate. The black fog connects different worlds in the ghost car. Most of the people you see are strong people who have died in this car." Lin Wan'er's explanation was concise.

This time, nearly 20 people walked out of the black fog. The battle situation that had just stabilized began to change again, and everyone's pressure increased sharply.

"We can't keep fighting like this. They have a steady supply of support, but we only have these people. If we kill them all, we'll be finished." Although Jiang Cheng didn't understand any tactics, he could still understand the most basic principles and situations.

"It's not busy. Summoning these people will also consume the strength of the old president, and... our winning hand is not here." The old man Quanxu said calmly.

Jiang Cheng looked behind him thoughtfully. When he first arrived, he noticed that at the end of the team, there were five men wearing camouflage uniforms. The one who was protected in the middle was tall and burly, with behind him A huge backpack covered with a tarpaulin. The backpack was boxy and looked wrong. "Is it related to that thing?"

"Um."

"What on earth is that?" Jiang Cheng was no longer curious at this moment. He urgently needed to know the truth. He knew that these people would never break in recklessly, and this team must have a trump card that they had not revealed.

"It is a secret weapon, developed specifically for the old president, but it must be pushed to a close enough distance, so we are also looking for opportunities."

Recalling the terrifying strength of the old president, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but worry, "Secret weapon? Can it be useful?"

"It works. Someone has verified it for us 20 years ago." Lin Wan'er took a deep breath and slowly looked at Wu who was still fighting fiercely.