Ember Gun

  Chapter 172 Will

  The sky was burnt red, so bright, as if it could drip scarlet blood, everything was covered with red flames, and the demon hunters slowly approached under the gaze of the setting sun.

  Like the end of the story, two old enemies meet in a beautiful scenery, and only one side can leave alive.

   At first, he walked slowly and vigilantly, then walked in quickly, and finally swung his sword in a wild rush, like an eagle spreading its iron feathers.

  It was a scream that shook the eardrums, and then the metals collided with each other, causing sparks and gales.

  The swords of the two are so turbulent, just a swipe will bring up an unstoppable force, throwing up messy dry grass, like broken ashes dancing wildly in the field of vision.

  The secret blood is surging and awakening crazily, releasing the power that does not belong to mortals, the taboo power that should be forgotten forever.

  First is the most basic flesh and blood, stronger muscle fiber hyperplasia, bones are strengthened like steel, the heart under the body beats fiercely, like a drum beat, the blood containing secret blood will circulate quickly.

  Then the force of the broken steel swung down, intertwined together, bringing up a fuzzy afterimage.

There were several deep sword marks on the sturdy jackknife in an instant, but fortunately, the technology of cleaning organs allowed it to continue this high-intensity battle. Lorenzo squeezed his weapon and pulled out his waist in the next moment. In Winchester, the projectiles scattered at close range formed a cone of death.

But this was still not enough. As expected, Master Lawrence’s spiked sword slashed up, almost a few projectiles cut down in mid-air with a force beyond the understanding of mortals, and the remaining projectiles rubbed him. Passing by, at most, more damage was torn from the scarlet robe.

  Lorenzo did not give him more time to think. Since that night, Lorenzo has been thinking about how to defeat Master Lawrence and how to defeat a person who can see the future.

  In fact, after careful meditation, it is very simple, as long as it is faster than him.

Even if he saw the future, when Master Lawrence saw the sword-swinging future, Lorenzo’s sword had already fallen. He would continue to compress the time between “seeing the future” and “actually happening” without giving His time to think about countermeasures.

   "That's why Medanzo is the best power."

  Lorenzo whispered.

Compared with other weird powers, Medanzo's power is not outstanding. It is only a strong armor that can give the demon hunter, but it is this power that can block most of the damage and can be used in fatal battles. Improve the fault tolerance rate for the Demon Hunter.

   even said that it can make the demon hunter start the crazy fight.

   The fireworks in the gap of the armor rose, Lorenzo turned the offensive, the swing of the jackknife suddenly accelerated, and then madly advanced, he completely gave up the defense at this moment, letting Master Lawrence's nail sword slash on the armor.

  He can withstand many sword attacks, but Master Lawrence is different. As long as Lorenzo can accurately hit him with a single blow, it will bring huge trauma to him.

The heavy nail sword smashed the sturdy scale armor to pieces, but soon the new hard material was filled on it, and the entire armor was ragged and full of cracks, as if it were about to break apart completely, but at the cost of it. Lorenzo successfully suppressed Master Lawrence, and under the more rapid attack, Shang Dafen's prediction was realized almost instantaneously.

  A cold light was glowing on the folding knife, and the face of Master Lawrence was reflected on the mottled blade, and then this face quickly enlarged.

"nice!"

  Master Lawrence exclaimed, but the spike sword that was immediately swung open the fallen folding knife, but there was a gunshot.

   "You are slow."

   Lorenzo said coldly.

  The bullet still failed to hit him. At the moment when he was about to hit, Master Lawrence turned his body away, and he fell into Lorenzo's trap.

Master Lawrence was forced into a blind spot, but he didn't seem to realize that the nail sword was parrying the falling jackknife. Winchester had already emptied the ammunition and did not replace Lorenzo in this rapid battle. Time, but he didn't need to change the bomb.

  The pale light fell, with the whistling of the wind.

Master Lawrence once again repelled the attack of the jackknife, but this time the jackknife fell directly to the other side, out of Lorenzo's control, and then he saw the demon hunter close to his side. Then he threw a heavy punch.

Sometimes the body is also a deadly weapon. Under the blessing of the secret blood, Lorenzo is very confident in his fists. This time it perfectly hits the abdomen of Master Lawrence, full of Lorenzo's anger and strength. As if to penetrate all this rage into that old body.

  Master Lawrence couldn't help but retaliated, and another heavy fist fell. In pain, he stabilized his figure and cut the nail sword directly.

  That is a sharp sword. Even if it becomes a sharp sword in such a battle, it can still cut the flesh and bones with the power of a demon hunter, but this time it encounters that strong armor.

The blade hit the armor and burst out a dazzling spark. It couldn't stop the angry falling, and the fist of rage couldn't break it. So in the rapid interlacing, the sharp blade pierced into the gap of the armor. In the middle, under Juli's penetration, it directly penetrated Lorenzo's arm.

  The entire nail sword pierced directly, bringing up scarlet blood, but Lorenzo didn't care at all, as if there was no pain, the heavy fist fell directly and hit Master Lawrence's chest fiercely.

Lorenzo still tried to chase, but Master Lawrence seemed to slow down, and barely escaped Lorenzo’s another punch. He quickly turned around and grabbed the hilt of the sword stuck in the armor, pulled it out, and brought it out. A piece of scarlet.

   "Not bad, kid."

  He didn't directly counterattack, but moved away from Lorenzo. There was a large patch of hay between them, and a little flame was burning on it.

  Lorenzo remained silent, did not rush to pursue him, but flicked Winchester and reloaded and shot.

  The power of Shangda Pian is not incomprehensible. Even if one sees the future, there will always be moments of fatigue. He is consuming the power of Master Lawrence as much as possible.

  Blood dripped along the gap in the armor. This kind of injury was nothing to worry about. Lorenzo picked up the lost jackknife, looking for a chance to attack again.

   "You learn very fast, boy, I should have an impression of a good demon hunter like you."

  Master Lawrence regained the sense of calmness, with a kind smile, if it were not for the thrilling fight just now, no one would have thought that he would be so terrible.

  Only the second time he played against him, he was able to find the flaws of Shangda Pian. Master Lawrence's eyes reflected the appearance of the black knight, and he was thinking about who he was.

  Medanzo branch demon hunters should be dead, but why will there be an unknown survivor many years later, and Master Lawrence does not even know who he is.

  He was very curious.

  "When I kill you, you will find that I will be the best student."

  Lorenzo answered coldly.

   "It's so arrogant."

   did not rebuke, but admired the appearance, Master Lawrence clenched the nail sword, and then he saw the pale future.

  The blood ran down the pitch-black armor, spread across the palm of the hand, and extended to the body of the shotgun, soaking every mechanical structure, completely covering the line of poems.

   "Don't walk gently into that good night."

  As if praying, the voice echoed.

The shock of the gunshot shattered the prayer, and dazzling white light burst from Winchester's muzzle. It was the dragon's breath bullet prepared by Lorenzo, but at this moment, under the blessing of Jingyan, it was pure white. Breathe.

  As if a proud dragon raged against the darkness, pure white fireworks swept across the dry grass, igniting everything along the way, and accompanied by the surging wind, instantly set off a fiery sea of ​​flames, advancing towards Master Lawrence.

The pure white doomsday was reflected in his pupils, and Master Lawrence retreated directly. He did not have the terrible defense power of the Medanzo Demon Hunter, but the rapid footsteps followed his retreat, so heavy,.

  It is a picture scroll of heaven coming, holy death.

  At the moment when Master Lawrence retreated, the sharp pocket knife cut through the pure white sea of ​​fire, and the black knight was burning with holy fireworks, like an angel who was born into the world.

  At the moment when the fire spread, Lorenzo rushed into the fire, and under the dazzling cover, he once again approached Master Lawrence.

   Her body was hot, and the tip of her nose reverberated with the smell of ashes.

   "I will kill you, Master Lawrence."

  A curse-like whisper rang from under the armor.

"I swear."

   Then the folding knife fell.

The thin figure was penetrated, and then Lorenzo vigorously waved the folding knife, abruptly tore it out of Master Lawrence’s body, and cut his left shoulder completely, flesh and bones, and all the hatred and anger were all slashed. Off.

Blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing the dark armor red, and then the folding knife fell again. This time the nail sword came up weakly. As the steel screamed, the folding knife cut the nail sword and penetrated again. Into the body of Master Lawrence.

   "The long-lost pain."

  Master Lawrence was a little dazed. He didn't seem to expect Lorenzo to be able to do this. He looked at the twisted visor with complicated eyes.

  "What do you think is the difference between [Gap] and reality? Child."

  He asked suddenly.

   "The last words of the dying? I thought you would say something useful."

  Lorenzo squeezed the handle of the knife, twisting it slowly, expanding the wound.

  It was a weird distortion. Looking at Master Lawrence’s painful and hideous face, Lorenzo had never had the joy, as if he had also become a part of that madness.

   "How could it happen? I have already thought about the last words, but it's not now."

  Master Lawrence said casually, his old hand suddenly grasped Lorenzo's hand, and the old body had unprecedented power, like steel.

  He slowly pushed Lorenzo's hand away, and pulled the jackknife out of his body a little bit.

  "This is the spiritual world, child."

  Master Lawrence emphasized.

   Then a sudden rainstorm came, extinguishing the boiling sea of ​​fire, and nourishing the long dead dry grass.

   "This is the will of the unkillable."

He looked at the blood-stained jackknife with some disdain, and the entire wilderness ground lost its color in the next moment. They were replaced by dense gray squares, and then those squares began to collapse along the soles of Lorenzo's feet. Fall into the inaccessible darkness.

  "This is a new lesson, kid."

  Master Lawrence’s voice echoed in his ears, and the things in Lorenzo’s eyes began to be twisted and pulled, and finally stretched into pure-colored lines. They intertwined and converged into a whirlpool that swallowed everything.

  (End of this chapter)