Chapter 1742: Wanderer's Revenge 4
That Taozi couldn't help spitting, and scolded: "Mother, are you wearing a bulletproof vest?" He reached out and pulled Leng Xuan's clothes away, only to see only a few people inside. A piece of clothing, there is no so-called body armor at all. Taozi tried it again without believing evil, but no matter where he stabbed it, he couldn't hurt Leng Xuan.
Leng Xuan looked at Tao Zi, who was in vain, and smiled coldly: "How about it? Do you want me to let you continue to try?" Hearing this, Tao Zi immediately stepped back and his face changed. When the middle-aged man saw that Taozi hadn't dealt with Leng Xuan for a long time, he couldn't help but stepped forward, slapped Taozi on the back of the head, and scolded, "You can't do a little thing, what's the use of you." Tao Zi quickly defended: "Boss, it's not that I can't do it well, but... it's just that this kid is very evil, and my knife can't hurt him at all. He seems to have learned the magic of King Kong's immortality, and he can't penetrate a sword or a gun. I can have it. any solution."
"King Kong is not bad for magic?" The middle-aged man snorted, kicked Taozi fiercely, and said, "I think you've been obsessed with watching TV, and you even believe in this kind of nonsense. Useless things, give me the knife and roll it aside." Tao Zi angrily handed the butterfly knife to the middle-aged man, then took a few steps back. The middle-aged man held the butterfly knife, played two tricks skillfully, and walked slowly to Leng Xuan's front. Without saying a word, he directly stabbed Leng Xuan's body. And this time, the result is still the same as before. When the middle-aged man saw this, his face finally changed, and he gave Leng Xuan a strange look. He hurriedly took two steps back, quickly put away the butterfly knife, and then took out a pistol from his waist. "Boy, you are quite famous. Since you can block the knife, I wonder if you can block the bullet."
As his voice fell, with a 'bang', the pistol also rang. However, when the gun rang, Leng Xuan moved his hand, and the bullet was tightly sandwiched between his two fingers. Seeing this scene, the expressions of the middle-aged man and the others all changed. They are usually people who come from the edge of life and death, and each of them has several lives on their hands. But after so many years, they have never seen such a thing, except on TV.
After being stunned for a moment, the middle-aged man immediately said, "Don't be stunned, let's shoot him together." Immediately, the men drew their pistols from their waists and pulled the trigger to Leng Xuan. When the gunshots sounded continuously, Leng Xuan's figure suddenly disappeared in place. Then only a wailing sound was heard. When the middle-aged man reacted, the men he brought had all fallen to the ground, and everyone's gun-carrying hand seemed to be broken, and they were lying on the ground rolling in pain. At this time, he only felt a flower in front of him, and Leng Xuan had already appeared in front of him. He was suddenly terrified, and he raised his gun to shoot, but before his gun was raised, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and when he looked up, he found that his right hand was hanging limply, completely Out of control, the gun in his hand has fallen to the ground. He held the painful right wrist, took a few steps back, and said in horror, "You... Who are you?"