Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1383 - 1384: Let's Go

A trail of fresh blood appeared on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong sll of blood.

This Martial Arts Expert's blood was too pure, with a heavy scent.

Yang Fei's left hand revealed a Desert Eagle, and his smile was full of malice.

"You think I only know how to use a heavy machine gun?"

Nuannuan could hardly believe her eyes.

This guy actually pulled out a pistol under Oskilov's nose and successfully fooled him!

In the void, Oskilov let out a long sharp howl, filled with anger, stabbing so fiercely that Nuannuan had to cover her ears.

"Kid, you're dead. No matter where you go to the end of the world, I won't rest until you're dead!"

Oskilov roared, his voice sotis near, sotis far, elusive.

Oskilov never dread he would be wounded by such an ant.

This humiliation made him hate Yang Fei to the core.

Nuannuan was horrified to hear Oskilov's voice.

His voice was baffling, the location ever-changing, even ten tis faster than a wasp's flight.

Oskilov pounced again, and Yang Fei's heavy machine gun rattled with fire.

His movents were like acrobatics, as fast as lightning yet well-paced, always tightly blocking Oskilov's attacking trajectory.

Oskilov cackled: "Let's see how many bullets you have left, how long can you hold back?"

Nuannuan's heart sank as she saw the bullets on Yang Fei's heavy machine gun rapidly decreasing, casings clanging as they scattered on the ground.

Oskilov's words weren't without reason; with his speed, Yang Fei couldn't lock onto him.

He could only rely on suppressive fire to block Oskilov, but if he ran out of bullets, defeat was certain.

Yang Fei burst into laughter: "Thanks for the reminder, I'm not sticking around, play by yourself."

With that, he suddenly sorsaulted into a truck, shouting loudly.

"Nuannuan, drive, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Nuannuan imdiately dashed toward the truck.

Just then, the wind in the air intensified, rippling, and a gray figure lunged towards Nuannuan.

Nuannuan felt her hair stand on end, a fierce murderous aura enveloping her.

This sharp sense of horror was sothing Nuannuan had never experienced, as if being watched by a jackal in the jungle.

Ratatatata!

Yang Fei's heavy machine gun bullets, like hailstones, sealed off Nuannuan's path to the left.

Nuannuan mustered her courage and charged forward through the rain of bullets.

Without thinking, Nuannuan knew Yang Fei was using the heavy machine gun to clear a path for her.

No matter how fierce Oskilov was, there was no way he could withstand the heavy machine gun, with thumb-thick bullets that could tear any strong opponent to pieces.

Nuannuan dashed into the truck driver's seat, but before she could drive, Oskilov had already pounced, slamming the door inward.

"Take this!"

At this mont, Yang Fei's Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal descended from above the truck with a loud crash.

His palm strike sounded like thunder, shattering the air, its power significantly increased.

Oskilov shouted, casually eting Yang Fei's Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal with a palm. With a deafening boom, Yang Fei's body was tossed upwards by a trendous force.

Yang Fei's wrist was dislocated, and his chest surged with Qi-Blood.

His left foot hooked onto the truck's railing, his body spinning two or three tis before stabilizing, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Yang Fei was incredibly shocked, as the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal was his most powerful move, capable of astonishing the heavens.

Even those with a higher Martial Arts Realm would have a hard ti.

Yet this ti, the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal failed for the first ti, showing Oskilov's terrifying strength.

Oskilov was also knocked downwards by Yang Fei's palm force.

Catching the opportunity, Yang Fei unleashed the Scale Quake, the silent Scale Shock Subsonic Wave hitting Oskilov's heart.

Oskilov grunted, seemingly unaffected, his face turning blue, his eyes blood red.

"I didn't expect you to have such a treacherous skill, I can't let you live!"

In the truck, Nuannuan frantically tried to start the engine.

But sohow, in that urgent mont, she couldn't get it started, and Nuannuan was almost in tears.

"Uncle, it won't start, help!"

Yang Fei sighed, about to say sothing when Oskilov let out a shrill scream, stirring up a gale and darting toward Yang Fei like lightning.

Unlike before, Oskilov no longer paused, like a bullet, charging straight at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei sighed: "Really, there's no choice but to use this Dragon Talisman Bullet now, what a pity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Oskilov, who was almost upon Yang Fei, suddenly flickered away like a ghost.

He seed extrely wary of Yang Fei's Dragon Talisman Bullet.

Holding the large-caliber Desert Eagle, Yang Fei fired bang bang.

Fearful of the Dragon Talisman Bullet's power, Oskilov dared not forcibly attack Yang Fei again.

Yang Fei couldn't help but marvel; no wonder Dan Dan was so sought after.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong racked their brains to get Dan Dan, this little kid skilled in painting the Dragon Talisman was truly impressive.

Even a supre expert like Oskilov feared the Dragon Talisman Bullet.

In fact, Yang Fei had already used up his three Dragon Talisman Bullets and now was rely bluffing.

Oskilov paused in anger, realizing Yang Fei's bullets had run out.

"You don't even have a Dragon Talisman Bullet, I'll take your life!"

Constantly being played, Oskilov finally beca utterly murderous, his form vanishing into the void.

In the next second, he appeared less than ten steps away from Yang Fei, claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling, charging at Yang Fei.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Fei emptied the Desert Eagle, forcing Oskilov to fall to the left, unable to get close.

At that mont, Nuannuan finally got the truck started.

Knowing the situation was dire, she slamd the pedal to the tal, the truck engine roaring as the vehicle shot forward like an arrow.

Oskilov laughed loudly: "You think this will escape my sniping? Surrender your lives!"

With Oskilov's laughter, his form suddenly appeared at the rear of the truck, one foot stepping on the back door.

Yang Fei grabbed the heavy machine gun, firing wildly.

Oskilov spun like a windmill, sorsaulting to the top of Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei pointed the gun skyward, as Oskilov darted towards the nine o'clock direction, landing on the truck roof.

Yang Fei took a sharp breath, the heavy machine gun following like a shadow, spewing wild bullets, while also drawing the Desert Eagle, shooting to assist the attack.

Be it the heavy machine gun or the Desert Eagle, the recoil was terrifying.

However, Yang Fei's fierce shooting was smooth like flowing water, each shot aiming to claim the soul, bullets howling, always blocking Oskilov's advance.