Shan Wanjing?

The young master of the "Dongming Sect" of the large weapon smuggling group, Princess Dongming Shan Wanjing?

Ouyang Jing was surprised and thought that the Dongming Sect was a powerful man at all, and Princess Dongming was also a lady from a wealthy family. How could he be like a female guerrilla soldier in a war-torn area?

Could it be that... the Dongming Sect no longer smuggles cold weapons and has switched to the firearm business?

Although he had many thoughts in his mind, he did not react slowly at all. While Shan Wanjing pressed the launch button, he had already used the Lingbo Microstep, which moved away like a phantom, and instantly flew several feet away.

So the powerful armor-gathering bomb was shot to pieces without any suspense.

"So, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it must be able to fight."

Ouyang Jing was as graceful as a terrifying geese, like a dragon, with a chic posture, but as fast as a ghost. Before he finished speaking, he instantly deceived Shan Wanjing. His big hand was like a cloud dragon to explore his claws, and he grabbed Shan Wanjing's slender and graceful jade neck like a swan.

Shan Wanjing exclaimed, threw away the rocket launcher, moved her feet and flew backwards. Her footwork was mysterious, her figure was elegant, as fast as a flying horoscope, and she was also a slight step!

"..." Ouyang Jing said that I have a "MMP" to give it to those who deliberately spread the practice of the method.

With a critical moment, Shan Wanjing flew back on Lingbo's micro-step, avoided Ouyang Jing's casual claw, retreated to a big tree, grabbed the trunk with his hand, and took out a Type 95 light machine gun, and fired without hesitation. While shooting, Lingbo's micro-step kept retreating.

Ouyang Jing did not dodge or avoid, and did not even cover his face, and rushed towards the rain of bullets.

The bullet hit him, and a dense sound of clanging sound broke out, splashing out a splash of brilliant sparks, as if a blacksmith shop had opened.

Ouyang Jing's robe was blown to pieces in the blink of an eye, but his dark and golden skin was unharmed. Even if the bullet hit his eyes, he just closed his eyelids and bounced the bullet away easily.

"Damn the immortal golden body!"

Shan Wanjing gritted her teeth, angrily scolded her, threw down the machine gun that had been blown by an empty drum, flew to a sleeping stone in the forest, and took out a sniper rifle against the equipment, and swung her hand to a shot.

Seeing Shan Wanjing picking up the anti-equipment sniper rifle, Ouyang Jing did not dare to neglect it. The triple defenses were released, and translucent five-color scales appeared on the surface of the dark gold skin, as well as the Yin-Yang fish formed by black and white airflow.

boom!

Amid the dull gunshots of thunder, a huge bullet hit Ouyang Jing's three-level defense. He first broke his protective energy, then broke his five-color scales, and finally hit his dark gold skin, which directly broke the skin and embedded it on his chest.

However, after the three levels of defense were weakened layer by layer, the bullet finally broke the skin and entered the flesh, but was bitten tightly by his pectoralis major muscle twisted like steel wire. Less than a centimeter of the flesh, it was exhausted after exhausting its kinetic energy.

Although this was just a slight flesh injury and even serious injuries were not considered a serious injury, it finally barely broke Ouyang Jing's defense. Shan Wanjing's eyes lit up, and she said "There is a chance" in her mind. She quickly pulled the gun and wanted to shoot another shot.

Ouyang Jing smiled and said, "You are still addicted to the fight, are you?"

As he spoke, his wrist trembled, and a revolver with a very long barrel and a very thick muzzle fell from his sleeve. It was the powerful Smith Wesson m500.

Ouyang Jing held the gun in his hand and opened fire with a loud bang. The huge warhead with the same caliber as the sniper rifle in Shan Wanjing's hand was impartial and was hit into the muzzle of Shan Wanjing.

Shan Wanjing had just loaded the bullet, but before she could fire, a bullet was poured into the muzzle. Her wrist was shocked and the rifle flew out of her hand.

"Do you have a gun, too?" Seeing Ouyang Jing take out such a large revolver, Shan Wanjing exclaimed and lost her voice.

"Nonsense, how could this man be a man without a gun?"

Ouyang Jing pointed his muzzle at Shan Wanjing: "Now the feng shui turns, it's your turn to raise your hand!"

"Don't think about it!" Shan Wanjing bit her silver teeth and then launched Lingbo Microsteps, trying to avoid Ouyang Jing's muzzle.

"It's useless!" Ouyang Jing laughed, "My bullet can turn the corner!"

While speaking, he opened his mouth to simulate gunfire: "Bang!"

At the same time, the right thumb of the gun was flicked and a dazzling sword energy was shot out.

The sword aura is divided into nine, like nine silver flying snakes, shooting around Shan Wan's body like lightning, shuttle back and forth, slashing vertically and horizontally.

Silent...

Amid the dense sound of cracking silk, Shan Wanjing's armed belt first broke into several pieces and fell.

Then her already worn camouflage uniform burst into pieces one after another, revealing her crystal-like jade-like skin.

It was not until Shan Wanjing's camouflage uniform was cut into a beggar's suit that the nine swords were exhausted and dispersed.

When the sword aura dissipated, Shan Wanjing no longer dared to move at all. She could only hold her hands in her chest and cover the cracks on her chest, trembling like a frightened quail.

Although the Blood-Changing Divine Sword has not really been slashed on her, she is also a master with great spiritual awareness.

As the sword aura slashed her clothes again and again, almost brushing against her skin, her spiritual sense had instinctively sensed the horror of these nine sword auras.

The terrifying feeling was like a hideous hungry tiger licking her skin. It could open the tiger's mouth at any time, reveal its fangs, bite her and chew it to pieces.

So she was really scared.

"Miss Wanjing, right?"

Ouyang Jing carried the pistol and walked to Shan Wanjing, looking at her face covered with black gray and oil paint, unable to tell the original face, and smiled and said, "Now, can you talk to me well?"

"You, who are you?" Shan Wanjing said in a trembling voice.

"My name is Ouyang Jing. In your words, I am an alien from heaven."

Ouyang Jing actually accepted his identity directly!

His identity has been revealed by Xu Ziling. When he talked to Xu Ziling, he did not hide his true face.

He knew that in a short time, his name, appearance and even body characteristics would be known to everyone in the world - Xu Ziling was determined to fight against the stranger outside the sky, and the stranger outside the sky really destroyed the world.

So even if Ouyang Jing lets Xu Ziling go, Xu Ziling will not be able to keep it secret for him.

When he met Shan Wanjing, he never concealed his true face. Unless he killed Shan Wanjing, she would sooner or later know his identity.

Since this is the case, there is nothing to hide, so be honest.

"What? Are you a strange man from heaven?" Shan Wanjing said tremblingly, and a trace of despair surged in her big black and white eyes: "Are you... here to catch me?"

"Catch you?" Ouyang Jingqi said: "Why should I catch you?"

"Stop pretending!"

Shan Wanjing looked at Ouyang Jing with despair and resentment: "You strangers outside the world are all hungry ghosts. I don't know how many men and women have been captured. Even the passionate young master Hou Xibai, the lonely wolf on the grassland, and even the nuns of Cihang Jingzhai are not let go, so how could I let go?"
Chapter completed!