The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 160 The hunter of the old days (added to [Kill me without using a scientific knife]

Chapter 160 The Hunter of the Old Days (Additional update for [Kill Me Don’t Use a Scientific Knife])

At the same time that Yegetos was responding to Chen Jing's instructions, Wei Nan and his party had just met Zhao Puxian.

Seeing this damn ancient alchemist, he killed Ryan with a sword, and even deliberately crushed Ryan's head with his foot after he succeeded.

Wei Nan's eyes turned red instantly.

Not out of sadness, just pure anger.

In her opinion, Ryan is similar to her little brother.

There's nothing to say about someone who has his head cut off if he's not as skilled as a human being.

But if you are insulted after being chopped off... this is a bit too much.

"If you can't run away, just fight."

Yanque had already grasped the staff and sword tightly and rushed forward. His steps were as light and graceful as a deer in the forest. In an instant, he came to Zhao Puxian's side, raised his sword and stabbed.

This sword.

In addition to the fierceness of the attack, the angle is also extremely tricky.

But when Zhao Puxian saw it, he just sneered disdainfully.

He neither dodge nor fight back, but took the sword without moving.

Yanque's staff and sword stopped after breaking through the Taoist robe.

The tip of the sword was bent the moment it touched Zhao Puxian's skin. Yan Que felt that what he stabbed was not Zhao Puxian's body, but an indestructible piece of hard metal...

Before Zhao Puxian could fight back, Wei Nan pounced on him from behind.

Although without the blessing of sequence power, her combat effectiveness is very poor, but it is undeniable that she is still very experienced in street fighting, and there are many cases of the weak defeating the strong.

Just like now.

Wei Nan felt that he had a slight chance of winning.

Because before Zhao Puxian could react, she locked Zhao Puxian's neck from behind and began to strangle him in the most familiar posture...

This time, Zhao Puxian did not fight back.

Instead, he stood motionless and let Wei Nan do whatever he wanted.

He felt that killing these people directly would not satisfy his hatred at this time.

They should be allowed to see a glimmer of hope before despairing completely.

Until then...

"Are you stupid!" Yan Que couldn't help but curse, "The bodies of these alchemists have been modified by biotechnology! They don't need to breathe at all!"

"?"

Hearing this, Wei Nan suddenly realized.

No wonder the grandson didn't fall down even after being choked for a long time.

at the same time.

Zhao Puxian reached his right hand behind his back, suddenly grabbed Wei Nan's arm, and swung her sideways to slam her out.

After knocking down two big trees as thick as a bowl, Wei Nan fell silently into the bushes, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, she didn't feel scared or nervous, just a little frustrated... How strong I was before entering this secret realm!

But now?

Not even breaking two trees!

Bones are broken.

The internal organs were also injured.

"It's not easy to be an ordinary person..." Wei Nan struggled to get up, coughed twice, and spit out the blood in his mouth on the ground.

Zhao Puxian watched this scene with great interest, not caring at all about Yan Que sneaking around behind him.

But the moment Yan Que took action again, he put his right hand behind his back without looking back...

There was a clang of gold and iron clashing.

The stick sword that Yan Que thrust at him again was caught between his fingertips with only two fingers.

Until then.

Only then did Yanque discover that the ancient alchemists were different from the alchemists in Hanging City.

At least the ancient alchemist in front of him focused more on performance in his own transformation, and did not care about how strange the appearance was... Of course, it may also be that the bionic technology was not yet mature at the time when the ancient alchemist lived.

His fingers are not so much fingers as they are a few white jade pillars with vague outlines and no knuckles.

"In this secret realm...I am invincible..."

Zhao Puxian said with a sneer, and then glanced at Ryan's head.

At this moment, the fire of soul in Ryan's eyes has not been extinguished.

But look at the dim color and the small flames that seem to go out if the wind blows...

It probably won't take long.

Ryan might have to die for real.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now. I will take you to the palace, in front of that little beast... I want him to see with his own eyes how I tortured you all to death."

Zhao Puxian's fingers were as firm as a vise, tightly clamping the tip of Yan Que's sword. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not pull it out.

next second.

He seemingly raised his hand lightly, and Yan Que's staff and sword came out instantly.

Zhao Puxian is ready to deal with Yan Que like he dealt with Wei Nan.

First beat her until she is incapacitated, and then take them away with her.

But at this moment.

Zhao Puxian felt a biting chill coming from his back, and then he smelled a smell that should have disappeared from this world long ago.

Those were the old days.

The unique smell of a particular ethnic group.

Like old books or moldy wood.

"The blasphemer."

When Zhao Puxian looked back following the sound, he saw from unknown time... a tall and towering figure standing in the shadow of the trees.

The dark golden armor was covered with rich blood stains.

The cloak with the Yellow King's totem printed on his back has long since become tattered.

A cross sword exuding the aura of death was stuck in the ground.

Like a tombstone.

"I don't know if your life will be of any use to the 'king' in the coronation..."

The voice came from under the armored mask.

But through the open mask, Zhao Puxian could not see the face, only a cluster of black flames burning silently inside.

"You... you should die..."

Zhao Puxian's face, as stiff as a plastic model, showed an expression called panic.

"You should know that we will not die."

"But your Yellow King has fallen!" Zhao Puxian shouted almost hysterically, "Deep space can no longer protect you! After the death of the Yellow King, all the dependents will follow..."

"Sleep."

Yegetos interrupted Zhao Puxian's words, then turned his head and looked around for a while.

Confirming that everyone here was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's take you back first."

Yegetos suddenly pulled out the cross sword that was stuck in the ground. The dark golden spells and totems on the sword were shining with a slightly dim light at the moment.

"The way you dress... I've seen you... you're a hunter from deep space!"

"Knowledgeable." Jagertos praised.

"Monitoring deep space, hunting heretics...many of my fellow practitioners died at the hands of you hunters!"

Jegertos didn't care about Zhao Puxian's gradually turning hateful tone.

He held the hilt of the sword with one hand, slowly raised the cross sword in his hand, and then struck Zhao Puxian with lightning speed...

Yes.

smash.

It's almost like throwing a javelin.

With a shrill scream.

The air along the way and the long sword in Zhao Puxian's hand were split into two by it.

When the broad sword penetrated Zhao Puxian's body head-on.

Jegertos had already walked to Ryan's "body" with deep thoughts.