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Invincible Chapter 923

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    Eight genetic warriors wearing black tights came out of the dense forest and slowly walked towards Yang Luo. A breath of death was spreading on these people.

    The eight people stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from Yang Luo, and a big black man stared at Yang Luo's straight back, with a strange red glow in his eyes.

    The corner of Yang Luo's mouth pouted, showing a hint of a smile: "This is really a good place, the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. Although it is almost winter, the temperature is mild, and the number of visiting tourists has decreased, but there is still an endless stream.  After finishing speaking, he slowly turned around and looked at the eight genetic fighters in front of him, "The Freemasonry really thinks highly of me. There are actually eight genetic fighters here. Even if I die here today, I, Yang Luo, will laugh wildly at Jiuquan."  "

    A berserk breath shot out from Yang Luo's body, and the bloody breath spread in the mountains. That kind of aura that could shock people's hearts made the faces of the eight genetic soldiers change slightly, and they all backed away  step.  Looking up at Yang Luo's sharp-edged face, the stern eyes, and the murderous look around him convinced them that it would not be so easy to keep this Chinese man in this foreign land.

    Looking at the eight genetic warriors, Yang Luo became more and more imposing. He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The immortality of the ages is all in killing."

    Immediately afterwards, with a movement of his right arm, the saber slipped into his hand.

    With the knife out, the murderous aura overflowed.

    Yang Luo held the saber in his right hand and laid the saber across his chest. His aura also changed.  If the aura on his body was like a violent hurricane just now, then now it is a weak spring breeze, but it implies the slightest killing intent.

    The eight genetic warriors stretched their right hands back, and with a sound of "Cang-lang", they drew out their long knives.  The eight long knives shone with breathtaking light, and the breath of death rushed towards Yang Luo like gusts of wind.

    The black soldier standing in front slowly raised the long knife over his head, swayed his body, and rushed towards Yang Luo with the long knife.

    Yang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, his body muscles tensed suddenly, his feet moved slightly, like a cheetah, a whirlwind rolled up, and he rushed towards the genetic warrior.  Under the sunlight, the saber in his hand reflected a dazzling white light.

    With a sound of "ding", the two passed by, and Yang Luo lightened his hand.  Looking down, he saw that the saber had been broken, leaving only the hilt in his hand.  He couldn't help laughing wryly, he was made of flesh and blood, what would he use to fight these invulnerable monsters, it seemed that his life was going to stay here today.

    The genetic warrior looked at Yang Luo coldly, and finally spoke: "Anyone who challenges the Freemasonry will be shot to death." After speaking, his body disappeared in place.

    Yang Luo suddenly closed his eyes, took a step with his right foot to the left, clenched his left hand and slammed forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye.  Where the fist passed, a gust of air was rolled up, and a sharp whistling sound resounded in the air.

    "boom"

    The fist slammed into the genetic warrior's chest, and a figure flew back, followed by a sharp pain in Yang Luo's shoulder.

    Yang Luo lowered his head slightly, and saw a half-foot-long, bone-deep wound extending from his shoulder to his chest, with blood staining his entire clothes.

    Yang Luo stuck out his tongue and "licked" the interfering lips. He didn't care about the wound on his body, and didn't even frown, as if he wasn't the one who was injured.

    The genetic warrior also felt frightened. It was incredible that the punch just now made him feel pain. How much power is needed to make him feel pain.

    At this time, none of them paid attention to it. Two small heads poked out from behind a boulder not far away, looking at Yang Luo nervously.

    "Sister Enen, brother Yang is injured, what should I do, think of a solution quickly."

    Danen held the gun tightly. Since it was a pocket pistol, there were only three bullets in it, but facing eight genetic soldiers, this genius girl had nothing to do.

    Song Wei grabbed Dan Enen's arm: "Sister Enen, what should I do? Brother Yang will die, so hurry up and find a way."

    Danen was also a little anxious, and scratched his hair fiercely: "His mother, the knives in the hands of those monsters are made of special alloys, nothing can resist them. And there are only three bullets in my gun  , they are eight people."

    Song Wei blinked his big eyes, hurriedly took off the small bag on his back, opened it and found a dagger inside.

    "Sister Enen, give this to Brother Yang."

    Danen took it over, the blade was only fifteen centimeters long, very thin, very light, glowing with black light, and I don't know what material it was made of.  And above the middle of the blade is serrated, which feels a bit weird.?They go home.  After returning home, tell Bei Yinyao not to wait for me and find a good man to marry.  "

    Just at this moment, a dark cloud in the sky quietly drifted over to cover the dazzling sunlight. As the sun faded, the whole world darkened a bit.

    Yang Luo roared: "Leave quickly." Then he shook his body and charged at the three genetic warriors, drawing a black light in the air with the dagger in his hand.

    Facing the wounded Yang Luo, the remaining three genetic fighters suddenly felt a kind of fear that they had never felt before.  But soon this feeling disappeared, Qiqi raised the long knife in his hand, and faced Yang Luo in three different directions.

    The speed of the four people had reached the limit, and only four figures were seen flashing rapidly, and then Yang Luo staggered back a few steps quickly, and there were more than a dozen wounds on his body with deep bone visible.  There was no blood on his face, and his paleness was a little frightening.

    However, the two genetic warriors on the opposite side still maintained their attacking posture, and their pupils had already dilated.  A very thin bloodstain appeared on the throat. Slowly, the bloodstain became wider and wider, and blood gushed out.

    With two "plops", the two corpses fell to the ground straight.

    Yang Luo turned around slowly, watching the last genetic warrior grin, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

    "Okay! There are only two of us left, and it's time to fight to the death."

    "Yang Luo! You bastard can't die." Danen's face was full of tears, but she really has nothing to do now.

    The genetic soldier's eyes were bloodshot, he glanced at the fallen brother, then looked at Yang Luo and said coldly: "No one can challenge the dignity of Freemasonry, you must die today."

    "Haha" Yang Luo laughed wildly, with blood gushing out of his mouth: "Then let us die together." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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