A sharp scream came from the entrance of the cave, and Ma Qingyue was shocked and shot two more times at that place.

Wang Lang leaned over to see and found that it was the black cat. The black cat was so scared by Ma Qingyue's shots that he didn't dare to show his head, so he turned around and ran away.

Ma Qingyue grabbed the gun with both hands and came over, heading up the hole above, "What is that?"

"cat."

"Nonsense! How can there be such a big cat!" Ma Qingyue shouted softly.

Wang Lang took out his ears. "Believe it or not."

"Brother! Where are you?" A voice came from the passage above.

Wang Lang looked up and finally shook it up with the light. Not long after, a pale face was stuck on a small hole above.

"Brother, why are you going down again?" Lu Mowei shouted at Wang Lang.

"How did you get up?" Wang Lang said in confusion.

"I saw a black shadow suddenly jumping out from below, and then I found a hole, and it was you who crawled over. Why are you back again?"

"You come down first." Wang Lang shouted.

A few minutes later, on the other wall where Wang Lang was located, Lu Mowei jumped out of a hole that was difficult to find on the other side of the wall that was once out.

Wang Lang also figured it out that he was in the belly of the breastfeeding child under the tiger. The two channels on both sides should be in the child's sculptured arms. The two arms were hollow, and the stuck bend in the passage before was the position of the elbow.

"Brother, why did you get out?" Lu Mowei ran over happily.

Wang Lang pointed to another place.

"Boss Ma, where is Huang Fei Rat?" Lu Mowei asked.

"What's wrong if you didn't come in?" Ma Qingyue said in a deep voice.

"I didn't come in." Lu Mowei grinned and grimly.

He flashed to Ma Qingyue, grabbed Ma Qingyue's neck with one hand and rushed backwards, and finally pressed Ma Qingyue to the wall.

Bang bang bang!

Ma Qingyue fired at Lu Mowei desperately and fired all the bullets inside the gun.

Lu Mowei's pale face was almost against Ma Qingyue's face, his smile was gloomy and terrifying, and his mouth was covered with white teeth, "You just wanted me to be a scapegoat for you, right?"

Ma Qingyue's face was pinched and suddenly discovered it towards the purple color. Her eyes began to be congested, her tongue spit out bit by bit, and her limbs fluttered wildly.

Lu Mowei grabbed Ma Qingyue's neck with both hands, and had already had murderous intentions, trying to keep Ma Qingyue here completely.

Dangdangdang!

A sound suddenly came. Wang Lang and Lu Mowei turned their heads to look almost at the same time and found that the sound was coming from the direction of the door on the ground.

The two looked at each other.

Dangdang!

The door cracked and showed signs of opening.

Lu Mowei looked aside, threw Ma Qingyue and rushed over and pressed on the door, blocking the things outside and preventing them from coming in.

"Brother, come here and help me. There is a ghost outside." Lu Mowei called Wang Lang anxiously.

Ma Qingyue, who was gasping for breath, knelt on the ground, pointed one hand in Lu Mowei's direction, signaling Wang Lang to go over and block it.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound suddenly became violent, and Lu Mowei jumped several times on the door as he was pushed on it, pressing the door desperately.

Wang Lang walked over and saw through the crack of the door that was a strange human face. His face was stiff and smiling, and he was very stupid. His eyes were pure black, his expression was dull, he was wearing armor and smashing the door with an axe in his hand.

With a flash of his finger, the cigarette butt flew out and hit the human face.

Then I heard a very strange, weird and gloomy scream.

Lu Mowei took the opportunity to close the door again.

"Brother, what should I do?" Lu Mowei looked up anxiously at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang pondered for a moment, "Open the door and fight out."

"Ah?" Lu Mowei obviously didn't expect Wang Lang to say that.

"Ah Mao, staying here is waiting for death, it's better to go out and find a way out." Wang Lang stepped on the door and pulled Lu Mowei away with his own hands, "I'll rush out first, you follow behind."

Lu Mowei was a little moved, "Brother."

Wang Lang looked at Lu Mowei with disgust, "What, do you want to sacrifice yourself to me?"

"If you don't dislike it, as long as you go out alive, it's okay." Lu Mowei hesitated and said.

"Gogun." Wang Lang pushed Lu Mowei away.

He counted silently in his heart and was about to open the door and rush out. However, he thought that Ma Qingyue filled the gun with bullets and shot it in the sky again.

"No movement! Stay here honestly and wait for Huang Fei Rat to save us!" Ma Qingyue pointed his gun at Wang Lang and Lu Mowei.

Wang Lang was not a bird at all, so he suddenly opened the door and rushed out.

As soon as he left, Wang Lang fell naturally, his legs clamped the head below, twisted his waist and turned about 270 degrees. After a crackling sound, the armor fell to the ground and picked up countless dust. Wang Lang rolled on the spot and avoided another warrior wearing armor rushing towards him.

This should be the third floor, with the ground covered with scattered weapons and several corpses.

On the way to the ground, Wang Lang grabbed a long knife with his hand and slapped the ground with one hand. His whole person almost flew up from the ground and slashed it out with one knife.

An armored warrior rushed forward was slashed by Wang Lang and the sparks above the armor were squeaking.

Wang Lang's hand holding the knife couldn't stop shaking. With one knife, the seventh level of the divine dragon's strength was superimposed, and it was not broken. The reaction force was returned to Wang Lang. It would be strange if he didn't tremble.

There are several warriors of this kind of armor on the third floor. Wang Lang was surprised to find that each face and expression looked exactly the same, all with a dull look, with a little three-dimensional look, and the armor shapes they wore were exactly the same. They were also holding an axe.

Two armored warriors attacked Wang Lang. Wang Lang rubbed his soles, picked his instep, and flew into his hand. The spear pierced towards a face, and the knife in his hand opened the axe that was slashed horizontally and chopped off a head.

After pulling out the spear, Wang Lang suddenly bent down and carried a spear on his back.

A clang sound.

A big axe of an armored warrior barely fell on Wang Lang's back spear, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Lang swung his feet on the ground, his body rotated closely, and his other leg went up, wrapped around the axe's grip, got up with force, and the long knife pierced a face.

Armor landed.

A set of operations was smooth and flowing, without any drag, and four of them were killed. This was a great eye-opener for Lumer who came down from behind, and even more so that Ma Qingyue, who was hiding behind the door, was shocked by the gods.

After Lu Mowei killed the last one, the armored warriors on this layer were killed.

The long knife in Wang Lang's hand hit the armor at his feet, which was quite strong. The knife just cut like this just now only left a white mark.

"Brother, I want to take off a piece of armor and put it on." Lu Mowei suddenly spoke.

"Come." Wang Lang turned around and looked for something.

After searching for a week, Wang Lang discovered something strange. He used the light of his mobile phone to shine on the knife in his hand and other weapons.

This knife was actually made of its own dragon sword.

The other weapons on the ground were actually the weapons of other brothers. There were many weapons, but they were all these seven types.

Wang Lang, who was studying, suddenly heard Lu Mowei scream and turned to look. He found that Lu Mowei stared at the armor, his already pale face even pale.
Chapter completed!