Ember’s Gun

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On the skinny arm, the muscles are tight, and the blood vessels of azure are clearly raised, entrenched like vines on the trunk of the old man.

Zuojin holds a folding knife, which is stained with forbidden blood. Even if it is separated from the body, they still have a strong activity, just like a strong acid, corroding the contact material.

There was a dense bubble sound on the folding knife, and Zuojin vibrated the knife to shake the blood stains away.

“What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz”

Zuojin whispered, Roger’s weirdness is far beyond their imagination, but also, in this long time, the blood has been refined in his body, continuously refined, until it reaches the end of sublimation.

Nine Summers often have such stories. Some guys will become monsters if they live too long.

After all, people can die, only monsters are not.

Suddenly retreated, some blood-corroded holes appeared on the clothes on his body. Raising the gun, Zuojin pulled the trigger after he withdrew from the range.

The angry bullet was excited, and the distance was very short. As expected, it hit Roger’s body, but failed to penetrate. The cold iron stayed in his body, as if he was caught by flesh and blood. Next moment Dozens of kilograms of ammunition poured into it.

Like a blooming flower, deep in this dim underground, it blooms with brilliant colors.

At the same time that Zuojin withdrew from the attack range, the hidden Cai Gongs appeared from the shadows, moved towards Roger and opened fire. Countless fires shone and burst, and heavy projectiles repeatedly hit them. Reverberating in the space.

Zuojin stared at the front with cold eyes. The dense gunfire made his eardrums tingle, and the continuous splash of fire light reflected his pupils.

He did not move, nor did he look away, just staring at Roger, who was enveloped by fire.

The splashing smoke and firelight made it difficult for Zuojin to observe Roger clearly, but he could still see Roger’s twisted posture from the shining silhouette.

Zuojin did it. Under the influence of [Wang Chuan], he shattered Roger’s heart with one blow and cut off his head with a single blow. It stands to reason that this was enough to kill him, no matter whether he was Demon or not. , Or from Demon Hunter.

Unless…Unless before that, he used [Gap] to invade and escape.

But this is okay, at least Zuojin can kill Roger’s body here.

Inhaling vigorously, sucking the muddy air into the mouth, propping up his heart and lungs, Zuojin shouted.

“Don’t run away! Roger Cruz.”

Zuojin’s expression was furious, his trademark smile disappeared, his old skin was piled up, and under his angry eyes, it seemed that at a certain moment, he also became a monster similar to Roger.

“I came so far, don’t let me down!”

Zuojin injected a large amount of Frodren’s medicine into his body, and then dropped the empty injection.

The neck was scarlet, and under this blood, the overdose of medicine rushed in the blood vessels, and his consciousness began to be continuously strengthened and sober.

Zuojin hasn’t seen the world in front of him so clearly for a long time, everything has become very real, the interference of erosion is also weakening, combined with the protection of antimemetic, he even feels that he will not be affected by erosion .

Scarlet blood overflowed from the edge of the pupils, and blood from the tip of the nose fell along with the dropped injections, and shattered into a powder on the ground.

This feels great, great.

In the bone-chilling chill, life became so alive, like the contrast of light and shadow.

Holding double knives, cold metal, with death.

Zuojin strode forward. It was also at this time that the sound of gunfire came to an end, and then the terrifying erosion was released in front of his eyes, just like the torrent of a dam burst, they rammed in a narrow space, and the metal was broken. The cracks continued, and the crowns of Holy Silver shattered one after another.

The silver-white fragments fell from above, like snow dust, stained with blood.

This did not affect Zuojin. Under the protection of many powers, he is now far stronger than expected, and his heart has already stepped into this place… No, it had already left Nine Summers. In a moment, you are ready.

The smoke and dust in front of me slowly dissipated, and the hideous scarlet shadow was revealed.

“It’s so ugly.”

Zuojin laughed.

It is not so much a human being, it is a monster that mimics a human being. The scarlet flesh and blood is entwined with the pale skeleton, the flesh and blood is still hung with riddled clothes, and blood vessels hang like cables. In the meantime, the internal organs were also exposed, and with the vigorous peristalsis, the blood hole pierced by the bullet also continuously overflowed with blood.

Zuojin can see the knife wound he left. On the skeleton section, countless tiny limbs are extending from the bone marrow, and the bone is proliferating at the speed of naked eye, healing the wound, and reconnecting the section. .

“I said this won’t kill you.”

In the face of such a weird and powerful enemy, Zuojin’s expression remained unwavering, and the hand holding the knife was extremely stable, like iron.

“Who are you?”

The voice was hoarse, with a wintery chill.

monster holding his broken head, one after another red thread connects the head to the cross section, and lifts it up, just like installing a machine, pressing the head back, the scars of the wound are healing quickly, and only left is Spilled blood.

Roger’s disheveled hair, his face was covered by shadows, but he could still vaguely see those crazy eyes.

No, they are not eye pupils, Zuojin thinks it is more like a…door than eye pupils.

A door to the unknown, a door to the bottom of the abyss.

Roger is just a medium. Something is hiding in the deep darkness, peeking at himself through Roger’s eyes.

Zuojin grinned, looked straight into his deep eyes, and then replied.

“a nobody .”

Stepping forward, crossing a long distance in an instant, the old man’s body seemed to be young again, and the double knives were rapidly turning into deceitful lights.

In an instant, the two swords came together.

Cut the flesh and blood, split the collarbone, fell into the flesh and blood inside, and then violently unfolded the two knives, and roughly tore off Roger’s arms.

Blood overflowed, and when it fell on the clothes, it burned one after another, and when it fell on the skin, there was a burning pain.

The blood flowing like Roger’s is a liquid flame.

Zuojin cut through the flames.

The knife is fast.

Zuojin feels so too, this is probably the fastest knife he has ever swung in his life, as fast as a thunder, as fast as a gust of wind.

If he is fighting against people, fighting against Demon, this kind of knife can easily slash the enemy, even the Demon Hunter can slash.

But it is a pity that Zuojin faces Roger, one of the most hated monsters in this world.

He can kill lives, but he cannot kill monsters.

Roger’s counterattack was also suddenly launched at this moment. This monster named Roger Cruz finally gave up the disguise of human beings and began to move towards even more crazy distortions.

The bones proliferate rapidly, entangled with flesh and blood.

The sharp bone spear expanded from his torso and stab Zuojin fiercely, but Zuojin was faster than him, and the veins on his arms violently burst, as if it was about to burst into the skin in the next second.

Zuojin could see that everything was clear, and under the excessive Florent potion, he could even observe the dust in the air.

He saw the bone spears hitting, he didn’t need to think too much, he just gave everything to the instinct of fighting, so the sharp sound of metal cutting air sounded in the sky, followed by the hitting bone spears one after another break.

“Hah! “

Zuojin spit out the vibrating knife, he was like a Blade Technique Master, he approached Roger’s torso in the splash of bone fragmentation.

With a powerful blow, the jackknife was thrown out, hitting Roger’s face with precision, piercing through the chin, and out along the back of the head.

Raising his hand, Zuojin tore off his clothes and armor, naked to the front, and slammed the clothes forward, covering the spray of blood and blinding Roger’s vision.

The bone spear shreds the fallen clothes. They thought they could penetrate Zuojin, but they only pierced into a piece of air. Peeking around, Zuojin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

The sharp pocket knife pierced Roger’s back and penetrated the heart again.

Roger turned his head slightly and saw the madness that made him happy.

“Antimemetic?”

Roger’s voice was hoarse and sharp, and the blood-stained jackknife was still stuck in his head. The sight at the moment looked strange in every way.

“Is it seen through so easily?” Zuojin said with a bitter smile, holding a pocket knife, “This is a stunt I’m proud of.”

“Very good.”

Roger admired, what else he wanted to say, and another pocket knife pierced his throat, sealing his words.

The friction of “ka-cha” sounded, and two deadly folding knives unfolded. It was also at this time that Roger could see Zuojin clearly.

His upper body and waist were tied with cloth straps, and folded pocket knives were hung on it. The flesh and blood old man was shriveled, covered with scars from his youth, densely intertwined.

Zuojin is like a mottled sword. On a thin body, the ribs are clearly visible, and there are a lot of brown spots on the skin, like a yellow cloth wrapped in a skeleton.

The chest was undulating violently, and the heart made the sound of dong dong dong. Every rise and fall was a test of this aging body.

His sense of existence is thin. If Roger does not deliberately pay attention to Zuojin, it seems that Zuojin will disappear from his cognition in the next second, just like just now.

Suddenly disappeared.

This is Zuojin’s stunt, and it is also the news that he will die.

Few anonyms can survive soberly to an age like Zuojin. Antimeme continuously eats away at him and weakens his existence. This is a dangerous signal, which means that anonymity may be wiped out in the near future. Exist, but Zuojin is not afraid of it, and sometimes uses such power instead.

Weaken our own existence, disappear in front of the enemy, and then launch an attack.

“A saber!”

The folding knife penetrates the chest, along with the sternum and thoracic spine behind it.

Let go, pull out the second pocket knife, and at the same time the pocket knife in the other hand is stabbed again.

“The second one!”

Zuojin hissed, split his chest, and smashed the rib cage. Skeleton was like a blade broken in the body, further strangling flesh and blood.

Then it repeated more monotonously, drawing the sword, swinging it down, and drawing the sword again.

“The third one!”

“The fourth one!”

“……”

The jackknife cuts open the spine, revealing the internal organs and blood, and then pierces the pelvis again, jamming into the skeleton inside.

In the tearing wind, double knives pierced the patella and pierced Roger’s legs. Roger tried to move. The folding knives were plated with Holy Silver and were protected by antimemetics. They seemed to be long. Like a nail, it was embedded in Roger’s body, unable to kill him, but it could slightly restrict his movement.

It doesn’t take too long, Zuojin’s sword is very fast, even if it takes a few seconds, it is enough for Zuojin to swing more swords.

Along the structure of the skeleton, the direction of blood vessels, where the meridian is.

Zuojin set off a red hurricane, he was like a skilled butcher, calmly slaughtering the prey in front of him, cutting Roger’s body to pieces.

One after another folded knives pierced through Roger’s body, towering densely on top of him like an iron forest. The blood flowed unstoppably and dripped along the handle of the knife.

Roger tried to move, but these pocket knives accurately restricted his skeleton. He was like a statue, only standing in the original place.

This was a brutal massacre, but Roger didn’t feel pain. He just kept laughing and letting out a hoarse laugh like a crow wailing.

Roger showed a smile like a ghost of Nether Soul, and immediately after his fragmented body continued to collapse, thousands of sharp and pale Bone Blades and spears overflowed from under the flesh and blood, supporting his skin. Rise and burst.

The bone is covered with metal-like hard, silver blade, spear, sword, halberd pierced into the ground, waved into the air, moved towards all directions, venting the killing.

The metal surface was easily drawn into deep depressions, and fierce sparks splashed in all directions. They were like pillars, propping up Roger’s broken skin. His aloof and remote, his broken face watching Zuojin who fled, Continue his ridicule.

“Futility, stranger, your anger, your swordsmanship… everything about you is meaningless.”

Roger laughed. The jackknife deeply embedded in his body was also broken one by one as he stretched. In the sound of breaking, metal fragments fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Zuojin panted, he was covered in blood, Roger’s and his own.

He was like coal being put in the snow, burning with mist over his body, and then pain, almost robbing his mind of pain.

Roger’s blood corroded his body, and the skin that was infested by it was like being burned by a fire. The pain came from every exposed skin, and then overlapped and went deep into the bone marrow. .

Zuojin pulled out the last two pocket knives and squeezed them with great effort. A large amount of blood poured out from his right leg. A large piece of flesh was chopped off, and there were more scratches of various depths all over the body. .

Zuojin felt that even if he was ten years younger, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now, and even such an attack would be difficult to avoid perfectly.

“Different.”

Zuojin said, reluctantly standing up, his vision on the left fell into dimness.

He guessed that Roger’s blood had leaked in, and it probably burned his eyes. At first, he noticed it, but unfortunately, in such a fight, Zuojin didn’t have time to stop slashing and go. Rubbing eyes.

“Different.”

For a moment Zuojin seemed to be a lot older, his eyes sunken deeply, and some were just a cloud of unpredictable darkness.

He repeated continuously.

“It’s different, Roger Cruz.”

With arms squiggling like iron, he raised his double knives again.

Compared with the tyrannical monster, this kind of steel is still too thin, but Zuojin doesn’t care about it at all. There are some rays of light in the darkness of his eyes. It seems that he is holding more than two knives, but Thousands of buzzing sharp blades.

These knives are enough, there is nothing to be afraid of. Thinking of this, Zuojin even showed that iconic smirk.