Chapter 43 (1/2)

In the hall, the sparks from the collision of throwing knives and bullets detonated people's nerves.

This is the art of dancing on the tip of a knife and shooting.

Pan Haodong was more comfortable in the Vietnam War, and his throwing knife was faster and faster. If Xiaozhuang didn't use two guns and occupy the advantage of firepower, it would be estimated that he would have been on the street.

of course.

The main reason is that pan Haodong has no shelter around him and has to hit bullets with a throwing knife. He belongs to the side of passive defense. It's really surprising that he can be safe from gunfire and not be hurt at all.

The thirteen girls upstairs are stupid!

If she had run into a killer like Xiaozhuang, she might not even have time to react, but pan Sir could turn things around passively and gradually control the situation. It was incredible.

Can you really surpass guns when you practice throwing knives to the extreme?

Thirteen younger sister suddenly had such an idea in her mind, but she soon shook her head and denied: ”Pan Sir is just a special case! No matter how fast the throwing knife is, it can't be faster than the gun. If everyone can block bullets with the Throwing Knife, how can the world survive? ”

……

”Bang bang!”

When the bullet was about to empty, Xiaozhuang had to pull the trigger continuously so that Pan Sir could not cope with it and gave himself some time to change the clip.

Unfortunately, good ideas often can't be realized.

If he shot wildly at the beginning and didn't give pan Haodong breathing time, he might have a little chance to kill pan Haodong who was not well protected.

It is now in vain.

Ten months of training on weekdays is not as good as one minute of actual combat. He uses his flying knife at gunfire and resists Xiaozhuang's shooting for half a minute. Pan Haodong's sword control skills are thoroughly integrated.

”Ding Ding!”

Flicking his hand, he fired three throwing knives and flew three brass bullets. Without saying a word, pan Haodong took out two throwing knives out of thin air and shot them at Xiaozhuang's forehead and heart respectively.

Xiao Zhuang, who had just removed his magazine clip and was ready to replace it with a new one, watched the flying knife coming from the broken air. His scalp suddenly felt numb, so he rolled twice and rolled under a rollover table.

”Whoosh!”

At the same time, a cold and wanton Throwing Knife, carrying the small waves swept through the air, lightning penetrated the alloy desktop, dived into Xiaozhuang's back, passed through his heart and shot from his left chest.

The pupils of the tall and handsome Xiaozhuang suddenly burst.

Instant death.

At this time, pan Haodong slowly walked up to Xiaozhuang, looked down at his body, pulled out the bloody flying knife and sighed, ”Xiaozhuang, you didn't lose wrongly when you died in my hand.”

Resist the sword with Qi!

Pouring internal Qi into weapons, cutting or shooting, can greatly increase the destructive power.

The Throwing Knife, which could only hit the bullet, pierced the slate desktop and penetrated Xiaozhuang's chest after pan Haodong injected internal Qi. It is terrible.

It's no wonder that brother Ling Lingqi can chop the armored golden Spearman with a pig killing knife in the near future.

”... when you use Qi to resist the sword to the highest level, you can cut everything in the world!”

Recall what my brother said.

Pan Haodong is determined to spare half an hour more every day to practice Royal sabre.

……

Soon.

Accompanied by thirteen younger sisters, Zhou Wenli rushed down the stairs and hugged pan Haodong, who was wet with sweat.

”Brother Dong, I'm so worried about you.”

”Silly girl, it's all right.”