The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 92 Boundaries
The butcher moved before the rocket with an initial velocity of 290m/s hit the target.

It shook its arms, and the iron chains that spread down sprinted like long snakes, intertwined in layers among the trees on both sides, like a huge spider web blocking most of the power of the rockets.

However, the internal charge of a total of four rockets still penetrated the aftermath of the explosion.

The screaming flames engulfed the butcher, and the flying shrapnel not only killed all the night owl assassins around him, but also dug deeply into the armor worn by the butcher.

The smoke drifted away, and through the low-light night vision device, the night owl assassin in the distance could clearly see that the butcher's breastplate had been completely broken, and he could even see the forest and snow field behind through the huge gap in his shoulder.

But it still didn't fall.

The bone-chopping steel knife was inserted into the ground, barely supporting the huge body of the butcher. It picked up a charred corpse that was blown into pieces by the explosion, and put it in its mouth to chew and swallow.

Hot blood dripped from the corner of the butcher's mouth. It let go of the half-chewed corpse, and roared to the sky, with a magnificent roar resounding across the field.

It frightens the birds, fears the beasts, and even the cumulus clouds above the sky seem to be shaken off, and they shy away from it.

The night owl assassins were stunned, but before they could scramble to reload the bazooka, the butcher had already charged.

It stomped on the ground, and the waist-deep snow failed to hinder its speed at all, before it was plowed wildly and fell from both sides of the butcher's huge body.

In the blink of an eye, the butcher had rushed to Ye Xiao.

Its scarlet eyes became more and more shining, full of bloodthirsty and killing.

The bone-chopping steel knife slashed obliquely, and the goat's skull at the tip of the knife made a sound like a tearing wind, and it was about to split these assassins in two.

when!
The butcher knife was blocked.

The knives blocking it are two Da knives.

Although these two knives are modern in shape, their exterior decorations are Edo-style knives. The scabbard made of simple wood has "chestnut shape" and "return angle" on the inside, and the "muguan" on the handle. , "handle scroll" and the pill-shaped etched "tan" and "cut feather" that serve as knife stops are all extremely ancient. Even in the deep night, there is a sense of history that cannot be erased.

The swordsman named Death Knell stopped in front of the butcher, and knelt to block the thunderous blow.

For this he paid a heavy price.

"The ulna and radius are almost broken, and the condition of the patella, which is the load-bearing fulcrum, is even worse." Death Knell's eyes are as deep as an ancient well without waves, neither sad nor happy, and seems to be able to see through everything. "The enemy is very powerful, but..."

Speed, too slow.

Death Knell knelt on one knee in a crouching position, raised his head slightly, and pulled his two swords away in an instant.

One cut the cassock, the other reversed the cassock, and the two knives cut off at the same time, across the butcher's arms.

The sharp samurai knife cut deeply along the gap of the butcher's gauntlet, the flames splashed, gold and iron interlaced, and the spewing blood splashed the black and yellow gathering of the death knell.

Cut again.

The death knell leaned forward and got directly under the butcher. The blade pierced the opponent's waist and abdomen, cut through the barrier from bottom to top, and pierced straight into the butcher's jaw.

not enough!The death knell rises from the ground, and when it jumps, it draws its knife and slashes diagonally. The two blades touch the butcher's shoulder and meet at his neck.

when!
The samurai sword was stuck in the butcher's vertebrae, and he couldn't make any progress.

How can it be?

The death knell looked up suddenly, but saw the turbid and sweet plasma gushing from the butcher's neck, and the blood volume of one person had been sprayed out in an instant.

The blood was sprinkled all over the butcher's armor. Under the eagle's sharp gaze of the death knell, the plasma seemed to have life, and began to squirm on the surface of the armor.

"Boundary release, 30.00% output."

The butcher's accent was muddy, as if separated by a curtain.

However, these words resounded like thunder in the ears of the death knell. Before the brain gave an order, the body ten times stronger than ordinary people had already taken a step forward and galloped back.

Plasma covered the butcher's armor, wriggling to form an extremely complex scarlet coat of arms.

Boom, boom, boom.

Under the pig iron armor, there was the sound of a beating heart.

The butcher's deep eyes suddenly lit up. They were like sparkling candles before, but now they are like raging flames, filled with endless desire to kill.

The meat hook was thrown, piercing through several night owl assassins, like iron skewers with fried skewers.

When the wailing sounded, the butcher threw out the bone-chopping steel knife again, first smashing the assassins connected together on the "meat skewers", and then slowly and quickly slashed at the fleeing death knell.

The wind of the knife had arrived, and Death Knell lowered his head hastily, and the steel knife brushed against his scalp.

empty?

The death knell fell to the ground subconsciously, and the butcher's knife attached to the iron chain was suddenly drawn back and cut towards him.

At the critical moment, the death knell hurriedly used the knife to stand in front of him, and tried his best to dispel the momentum of the butcher knife, narrowly avoiding the fate of being cut in two.

The tiger's mouth was broken, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably. Deathstroke turned his head and looked at the butcher.

The original three-meter body of the other party swelled again, and the breastplate was covered with countless scarlet crests, which made those who looked directly feel dizzy when viewed from a distance.

"Fresh flesh and blood!"

The butcher threw the chewed "meat skewers" aside and charged forward.

The monster-like body is bloated but not cumbersome, plowing a passage in the wind and snow.

Death knell was filled with despair deep in his heart. Standing in the snow, holding two swords weakly, Yang Tian roared: "The leader of the demons, how long do you have to wait?!"

Called, answered.

A figure sprang out from the canopy of the tree. He held a Spanish-style rapier in a bowl, and pierced the butcher's eye sockets with its one-meter-long, flat, rhombus-shaped left and right blades.

Lars al Ghul had been on the sidelines until this moment when he finally found his shot.

What an assassin wants is a one-hit kill.

After hundreds of years of honing, his skills have reached the peak, and even a steel plate of the same thickness can be pierced with a single sword.

The slender rapier pierced through the butcher's helmet, and the blade of tens of centimeters was exposed in the air, and even the smooth surface of the blade was slowly dripping with blood.

But the butcher was still standing.

The leader of the assassins stirred the hilt of his sword in disbelief, and the palm hidden under the bowl guard turned pale.

The butcher raised his hand and stretched it behind his back, pinching the blade of the toothpick-like rapier with his big palm.

The blade made of special alloy was no different from noodles in its hands, and the butcher broke the rapier without any effort, and grinned under the incredulous eyes of Lars Gul Al.

"You hurt me, little bug."

The leader of the assassin retreated suddenly, but the butcher was faster than him.

The meat hook caught his ankle, and the tendon snapped.

Without hesitation, Lars al-Ghul drew out the broken sword and cut off the calf connected to the meat hook.

"Fire support is needed." Even at this moment, the leader is still not panicked at this moment. He dragged his body back quickly, pressed the communication headset, and said without a trace of emotion: "Send out all the armed helicopters."

(End of this chapter)