Gao Wu: Starting from Awakening the Bloodline of the Demon King

"Who is this kid?" Not far away, a tall man stood on the top of a big tree. His eyes fell on Su An and his brows furrowed slightly.

He thought that tonight's operation would go smoothly. He only needed to take action once, destroy the leading car and stop the convoy, and leave the subsequent battle to the people below.

Unexpectedly, the battle suddenly broke out, and his men were barely close to the road. Eight people on one side were dead and maimed, and only one was still able to move.

Even this last person was restrained tightly by Su An.

Because the killers on one side have been basically eliminated, the Anxia Sect and Nanyan Sect extraordinary people on the road can concentrate their efforts on dealing with the killers on the other side.

They used the chariot as a cover, concentrated their firepower, and threw out various second- and third-level force grenades for free, suppressing the eight killers until they could not get close in a short period of time.

Since Su An jumped out of the grass, Yang Jing has witnessed every move of the other party. Even he has to admit that this young boy is a rare and strange person.

Although he didn't think Su An could suppress the eighth-level soldier all the time, nor did he think the soldiers of Anxia Sect and Nanyan Sect could really stop the other eight killers, Yang Jing still decided to take action.

He didn't want to wait any longer. He had long nights and many dreams, so it was important to solve the problem quickly.

Just when Yang Jing was about to take a step forward, his eyebrows suddenly jumped and he stopped abruptly.

"Yang Jing, Yang Jing, no matter how you say it, you are still a warrior. Although you are a waste among the warriors, but you are not willing to take action against a group of low-level warriors?"

A sarcastic voice came from the side.

Yang Jing turned around and saw a short-haired man with his arms folded at the top of another big tree not far away.

The other person looked at him with eyes full of contempt and disgust, like looking at a fly eating shit.

This man only wore a white-washed military green vest in the middle of winter. His muscles were as sharp as scales and he was full of gangster aura, like a beast ready to explode with the force of a mountain collapse at any time.

Yang Jing sneered and retorted: "When you were beaten by me until you vomited blood a few months ago, why didn't I see you so arrogant?

"I let you run away last time in Dongping District. You were lucky, but you still dare to come to my door today. Did you forget how to write the word "death" after you were healed?"

The short-haired man spat and said disdainfully:

"Three of you fought one against the other, and yet I fought my way out of the encirclement and retreated completely. You look like you don't know how to play. Who gave you the confidence to bark like this?"

Yang Jing was silent for three seconds, then suddenly changed the topic and issued a warning with a serious look on his face: "I have something important to do today and I don't have time to talk nonsense to you.

"For the sake of past friendship, I advise you not to interfere, otherwise you will offend the superiors and you will be in real danger of death!"

The short-haired man sighed, with disgust written on every muscle: "Whoever has a relationship with you, don't put gold on your face!

"I have decided on this matter today. Even if I, the King of Heaven, come here, I can't change it."

Yang Jing's face darkened: "You don't really think that you can survive until now because you can resist and fight, right? You have been very lively jumping up and down these years, but you haven't provoked anyone who really shouldn't be provoked.

"To tell you the truth, today's matter involves a lot of things. If you ruin the layout of that big shot, just wait for the first-level killing order from the dark web. No one will be able to protect you by then!"

The short-haired man was not afraid at all, he let go of his arms and kneaded his fists, and moved his neck in a particularly unruly manner. The word "arrogant" seemed to be beating on every muscle texture:

"You treacherous scum who is willing to be the lackey of the powerful, why are you pretending to be a good person here? Now that I am here, there is no reason to go back empty-handed.

"Stop fucking nonsense, let's settle all the old and new grudges today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the big tree under the short-haired man suddenly exploded, and he rushed towards Yang Jing like a cannonball!

......

Guo Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at the ten-meter-high tree that exploded into pieces not far away, frowning slightly: "Who the hell is this? It's too arrogant to make such a big fuss as soon as you take action?"

As he spoke, he waved to the members of the Third Squadron who were following behind him, and pointed at the convoy in front of him with constant gunfire: "Encircle in a roundabout way, don't let a single fish be caught!"

The Thunder Brigade began to take action. Guo Zhiyuan walked towards the location where the two generals were fighting, but stopped 300 meters away, looking and thinking:

Although I, Guo Zhiyuan, am extremely talented and stunning, I am an unparalleled spiritual genius. To be conservative, it is a rare encounter in a century. With the cultivation level of a tenth-level warrior, it is just a simple operation to kill an eleventh-level warrior. It seems that neither of the two guys in front of me is easy to mess with.

Should I go up and catch them all, or should I just talk it out and let it go?

Or simply not get involved and pretend you didn’t see anything?

Guo Zhiyuan touched his chin and pondered: If I turn around and leave, will it look very embarrassing?

Guo Zhiyuan, Guo Zhiyuan, you are a genius of a generation that is rare to see in a century, how could you do such a shameful thing?

But if not, I might not be able to save my life. Wouldn’t it be even more shameful to die here?

Guo Zhiyuan was very entangled, hesitating and unable to make a choice.

......

"You're done."

From the corner of his eye, he saw the Thunder Brigade rushing out of the night on both wings, surrounding the eight killers attacking the convoy. Su An showed a kind smile to the eighth-level soldier in front of him.

As early as when the two general-level masters started fighting, the eighth-level warriors had already realized that something was wrong. After all, this was not in line with their action plan. Once the secret operation was discovered, it would mean many things would happen. trouble.

Prior to this, the eighth-level soldier had already developed a desperate spirit and planned to use Zhongsu An's sword to trade his injuries for the opportunity to use his skills.

But because of this incident, he temporarily stopped thinking.

Without the ultimate move, his strength will be greatly reduced. If he encounters a life-or-death crisis again, he won't even have the possibility to fight for his life. Su An can't really defeat him anyway, so there is no need to rush to throw out his trump card.

But things were different now. Even his companions at the front were in crisis, and he had to deal with it.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

The eighth-level soldier suddenly roared, his eyes flashed fiercely, his energy suddenly surged, and his force force surged out like a flood, and his killing move was about to be unleashed in an instant!

Su An did not take this opportunity to stab him, but chose to retreat immediately.

His sword may not be able to hit the opponent's vital point, but once he is hit head-on by an eighth-level soldier's killing move, he will definitely die or be disabled!

However, the next moment, the eighth-level warrior's momentum changed, he turned around and walked away.

He didn't intend to fight for his life. He just fired a feint to scare Su An away. After Su An distanced himself, he got a chance to escape. He immediately greased the soles of his feet and jumped ten meters away!

Just kidding, his companions either fell to the ground or were trapped in a tight siege. Even the warrior-level master was entangled. What reason did he have to continue fighting?

Of course, 36 moves are the best.

The mission is impossible to complete, and saving life is the most important thing. Su An had used a killing move before, so it was impossible to catch up with him at lightning speed. He could easily escape into the night and disappear into the wilderness.

Is it true?

of course not.

Su An had long expected that the eighth-level soldier would not risk his life. After all, the opponent was not a fool, and a fool could not be promoted to the eighth level alive, so the opponent would definitely be able to see the situation clearly and create opportunities to escape.

What Su An wants is for the other party to turn around and run away.

He indifferently pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the back of the eighth-level soldier, and when the opponent turned around to confirm whether he was pursuing him, he calmly and coldly pulled the trigger!

At that moment, the eighth-level soldier's eyes widened and his soul flew into the sky.

Bang bang bang!

At a distance of more than ten meters, Su An did not need to deliberately aim at all, and the eighth-level soldier could not completely avoid ten rounds of bullets. When the magazine was emptied, the latter had already fallen into a pool of blood.

Su An put the pistol back into the holster on her waist and walked step by step towards the seriously wounded eighth-level soldier.

"You, I...I saw you lost your gun. How could you still have a gun?!" Seeing Su An walking up to him and looking down at him with an expressionless face, the eighth-level soldier was still unwilling to give up.

He saw clearly when Su An threw away two pistols. Because of this, he just dared to turn around and run in front of Su An.

Su An looked indifferent, not very proud, and not at all proud: "As a sect leader, it is reasonable for me to carry three pistols with me, right?"

"..." The eighth-level warrior was so depressed that he vomited a mouthful of blood, thinking to himself, how could this be reasonable?

If he understood Su An's cautious and thoughtful character, he would easily accept this reality.

Before leaving Wumeng Town, Su An was sure that he would be attacked tonight, so what reason did he have for not being fully prepared?

Not to mention pistols, he even carried two more daggers, so he was fully armed.

Su An did not finish the attack, he took out the Force handcuffs and cuffed the eighth-level soldier.

This guy is now a prisoner and a witness. Su An also hopes to get useful information out of him, so of course he will not kill him rashly.

Not only would Su An not kill him, but she also wanted to prevent him from committing suicide. After cuffing the opponent, Su An took out a bandage from his tactical pocket and blocked his mouth tightly to prevent the opponent from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

When Su An took out the handcuffs, the eighth-level soldier was speechless: You are a soldier and not a patrol officer, but you even have handcuffs?

And when he saw the bandage, the spirit of the eighth-level soldier suddenly slumped to the end.

He was completely convinced.

Not only was he convinced, but he also realized that Su An had long been sure that he would be able to catch a prisoner like him tonight, otherwise he would never even have handcuffs.

In other words, Su An used himself as bait to trick them all into a trap. The timely actions of the Thunder Brigade and the unknown general were all part of the opponent's plan.

Su An had anticipated the enemy first and acted so impeccably. It was easy to imagine what would happen if he fell into the enemy's hands. The eighth-level soldier felt deeply powerless and desperate.

"How did I get into trouble with such a terrifying guy?" He sighed sadly, silently, "No wonder I can arm-wrestle with someone like the Deputy Speaker."