[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

Zhang Jian coughed twice, spat out two mouthfuls of blood foam again, propped himself on the ground and wanted to get up, when he finally half-knelt up, the ancient scribe had stopped in front of him, Zhang Jian touched the corner of his lips with the palm of his hand Looking up at the ancient scribe, he said, "Don't you know that cats are the coolest animals? It's better to cook a fish than to use me for fishing."

The ancient scribe said lightly: "Then congratulations to you. If you can't catch one day, you can live one more day. If you can't catch two days, you can live two more days. If you are alive, maybe you will change your mind. The Lord is going to catch that 'cool' cat."

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his wrist, a green light slashed at Zhang Jian's left arm, intending to chop off his limbs!

However, just as Qingmang left the right hand of the ancient scribe, a sudden change occurred. Zhang Jian's upper body was slightly sideways, and his left shoulder was slightly shrunk. Stretching, his right foot kicked hard on the ground, and a two-inch-deep hole appeared in the hard ground instantly. Zhang Jian's strong body rushed out at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and at the same time , a thick and sharp sword appeared in his right hand, from top to bottom, from left to right, following his castration, slashed fiercely.

This weird guy is indeed even more perverted than he was eight months ago, but Zhang Jian has been sleeping for the past few months?He didn't dare to underestimate this strange man, but this strange man still regarded him as he was eight months ago, and even used the same methods and strength to deal with him, but he didn't know the heavy pressure that could restrain Zhang Jian in the past. , to him now, it's just a tighter and harder clothes.

Showing weakness several times is just for this moment, the moment when this weirdo is the most angry, most proud, and most relaxed!

The distance between the two was less than three meters. The ancient scribe swung his hand easily at the prey that had fallen on the ground, but moved only two inches, and the bright knife light had already passed through his right leg, about to cut into his lower abdomen. !

The ancient scribe backed away violently, his movement was even faster than the blade, he abruptly pushed himself out of the range of the blade, let out a sharp roar, and was about to poke forward with one finger, his voice was full of disbelief, rage, and pain and cruel connotations.

Zhang Jian's long-prepared knife was only half successful. His face was still indifferent, and there was no trace of regret in his eyes. His body twisted along the knife, and his left foot kicked hard on the ground during the rotation. The man was ejected again, turning around in mid-air , with the power of rotation, the heavy knife slashed at the ancient scribe again from top to bottom.

Zhang Jian's movements were as fast as lightning. From half-kneeling violently to slashing twice in a row, it was just a matter of breathing. The ancient scribe's scream had just come out, and his fingers were about to be stretched out. There was already a glare of swords in front of him. , The heavy and sharp heavy knife has already slashed at his right shoulder... The expression of the ancient scribe changed drastically, and he retracted the finger he was about to extend like lightning, turning into a weird gesture, and an invisible barrier rose at the last moment.

Zhang Jian's knife that went away with the momentum of thunder suddenly seemed to cut on a thick layer of tough cowhide. Although the blade was still going on, the castration was getting slower and slower, and the invisible layer blocked in the air The "cowhide" also has the characteristics of a spring. As the blade penetrates deeper, it produces an irresistible rebounding force, which becomes stronger and stronger, as if the force that wanted to cut him in was returned intact.

Finally, the heavy knife stagnated in the air. Through the invisible barrier, the ancient scribe looked at Zhang Jian, who was gritting his teeth to resist the rebound. Their eyes met. The ancient scribe let out a grin and was about to say something when the heavy knife stagnated in the air fiercely. The ground bounced back at a faster speed than when it came, but it was not as he imagined, even the person and the knife were bounced far away, but drew a shining arc in the air, and it was fierce again. He slashed hard on the shield.

This knife was much faster and heavier than the previous knife, but it still failed to break through the blockade of the barrier, and was bounced back just after it fell, as fast as a phantom.

However, after the second slash, there was a third slash, and then the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh slashes... I don't know how many times the first slash was like a gust of wind and rain. Faster and faster, stronger and stronger.The people revolving in the air became blurred because of their fast speed, while the flying heavy knives seemed to become countless knives because of their faster speed, stuck in the air.

The invisible barrier in the air had already begun to shake, and the ancient scribes supported it by pinching their hands, but they had no choice but no ability to distract themselves and do other things.The ancient scribe's face was extremely ugly. He never imagined that he was forced to this point by a small ant!

Obviously, the first cut of this ant was already at his limit, as long as he was cautious, it would be easy for him to deal with it, but the sudden burst of power made him subconsciously want to distance himself—as if someone was killing someone. When I was fishing, I saw a fish that I thought was dead suddenly jumped up. I knew that there was no threat to me, and I would subconsciously withdraw my hand.

It is precisely because of this subconscious reaction that the barrier opened by the ancient scribe at that moment reacted to the external force by "rebounding".And this kind of rebounding power is being cunningly used, absorbed, and then given back to him by the ants whose saber skills have already entered the room.

Therefore, each knife of Zhang Jian is equal to the rebounding force of the previous knife plus the new force he added to this knife, so that each knife is faster than the other knife, and each knife is harder than the other knife...

The ancient scribe gritted his teeth: This is equivalent to himself, superimposing the power of each knife for this ant, and using it against himself.

The ancient scribe hated him greatly. If he had been in his heyday, such an ant would be wiped out by just looking at him. However, this time, he smuggled into this world in a form similar to a soul body, parasitizing In the space magic weapon, he suppressed his breath infinitely to avoid the will of the world, and his strength was reduced to the lowest.Now that the heaven and earth mutation has just ended, although he got out of the cage, he has not yet started to recover, and he has not yet skillfully used the power of this world for his own use. He can only clumsily use the energy of the world in the roughest and most primitive way... He thought that it would be enough to deal with native ants in this world that could be easily crushed to death with just one finger, but he never expected that he would encounter a particularly hard and thorny one.

If he could be given a few days to get familiar with this world... the ancient scribe suppressed the faint annoyance in his heart, what's the use of thinking about it now?The most important thing is how to break the dilemma: if the barrier is closed, Zhang Jian will drive straight in with the next strike, if not, Zhang Jian will be more powerful with each strike until he reaches his limit or the barrier breaks.

But where is the limit of this ants?

The ancient scribe stared at Zhang Jian's expressionless face, feeling the increasing pressure from the turbulent shield, and finally decided not to pin his hopes on the opponent's weakness, sneered, and pinched the formula His hand clenched into a fist, and he punched out.

The shield disappeared in an instant, and a green light flew out from the fist of the ancient scribe. In the next instant, the entire body of the ancient scribe was sliced ​​into two by the bright knife light from the left shoulder to the right rib. Almost at the same time, Zhang Jian snorted and was caught The cyan fist hit the chest, flew out and smashed a big tree as thick as a bowl, and then fell to the ground, motionless, life or death unknown.

The body of the ancient scribe fluttered in the air for a while, and then returned to its original state. He was still a complete person. The legs that had been cut off before and the upper body that had just been chopped off were still on his body, but the whole figure had faded a lot, and even his appearance had changed. Some blurred, obviously the price paid was not light.

The ancient scribe looked ferocious, and he was no longer as chic and calm as before. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ants! I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces, so that you will never be reborn forever!" The avatar he condensed in this world, although far inferior to his His original body is powerful, but it took him a lot of hard work to be able to condense to this point... Most importantly, damage to the avatar will also hurt the original body.

The ancient scribe stretched out his hands and pinched Zhang Jian on the ground. He wanted to crush him into a meat paste bit by bit, and let him die slowly, slowly!

However, just as the ancient scribe stretched out his hand, he suddenly trembled in his heart and flashed to the right... The next moment, a hole with a diameter of [-] centimeters appeared on his left shoulder out of thin air, and most of his left arm disappeared. Gunshots rang out.

"Ahhh!" The ancient scribe roared furiously: there is another one, how dare it do it again!

"Death to me!"

A small sword flew towards his right rear and disappeared in an instant.

In the woods, Lei Haoyu reset the sniper rifle that had just fired a bullet, and was about to continue aiming, when he saw a sharp light shining in front of his eyes like lightning. Before he could react at all, the light had already arrived In front of...

Before Lei Haoyu had time to feel horror or despair, the bright light suddenly stopped less than one meter in front of him. Just when he saw clearly that it was a small and exquisite jade sword only about ten centimeters, The jade sword stabbed down, cut his sniper rifle in half, passed through his palm, and then disappeared without a trace.

Blood flowed from the palm of his hand, Lei Haoyu pressed the wound, and was surprised to find that he was extremely lucky: the small sword passed through his palm, but avoided all his bones and meridians.

Is that "person" merciful, or is he just lucky?If it's the former, he can't think of a reason. If it's the latter, he's sure that his neck is not as hard as a sniper rifle, and it's easier to aim than his hands...

Lei Haoyu didn't think for too long, he took out another sniper rifle from the space with a blank face, and after trying it, he found that his palm would tremble with pain, and he couldn't maintain the precision just now.He glanced at Zhang Jian in front of him who rushed up to fight with the strange man at some point, put away the sniper rifle, got up and rushed over.

The ancient scribe was almost mad with anger. The ant in front of him was not dead yet, and when he was startled and angry and forced to stop the flying sword, he rushed up again. follow his way!

The heavy knife struck the shield again, but this time it didn't bounce back, but was firmly sucked onto the shield.This time, the ancient scribe was not going to talk nonsense anymore, his eyes were cold, and he poked Zhang Jian's face with a finger: At this moment, he no longer had the intention of capturing this ant alive to catch that kitten, and he just wanted to catch the kitten alive immediately. He took his life to vent his hatred.

However, Zhang Jian's reaction speed was far beyond his expectations. The absorbing force on the handle of the knife had just reached the handle, and Zhang Jian had already let go, and a heavy machine gun appeared in his hand in an instant. Crazy strafing started from a short distance away.

Can anyone dodge a thousand rounds per minute of heavy machine gun fire at this distance?Yes, at least for ancient scribes, this used to be an easy task.

But in this world, no.

As the ancient scribe himself said, he can be as strong as this world allows, and similarly, he cannot do things that exceed the rules of this world.

This is just a second-level world, one cannot fly into the sky, there is no place to hide, moving mountains and seas is just a legend, and immortality is a delusion... The only things in this world are supernatural powers and martial arts. In theory, as long as he is given a little time to get familiar with this world, he You can have all the supernatural powers and the strongest force, but not now... Now, if the jade sword is not his natal magic weapon, he can barely use it, and he can even attack Lei Haoyu hundreds of meters away. There are no means.

As if the old things just happened again, the ancient scribes once again fell into full passive defense. The invisible shield has become tangible. The ancient scribes were pushed off the ground by a powerful force and kept flying backwards. Thousands of bullets were sucked. Photographed on the shield, from a distance, it looks like a ball built with flowing steel.

The long chain of bullets was fired within 2 minutes, and Zhang Jian didn't even waste the time to put it in the space, so he let it go and rushed to the side desperately.Facts proved that his caution was not superfluous. He had just rushed two meters away when he heard the ancient scribe shout angrily. Thousands of bullets came in one after another, and the spot where he just stood was riddled with holes.

Zhang Jian's footsteps stopped, and his body spun forward in a forward motion. A steel rod came out of his hand and shot at the ancient scribe at a speed faster than a bullet.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the steel drill and the jade-colored sword collided together, and the steel drill was broken into two pieces. The jade sword was bounced back at high speed and fell to the ground. The ancient scribe shook, and his body became weaker again.

Zhang Jian supported the other steel rod in his hand to stand firm, and spewed out a mouthful of blood with a "pop", his eyes turned black, and his chest was heavy and he couldn't breathe.

He has also reached his limit. The confrontation just now was difficult for the ancient scribes, so why not for him?The rebounding power of the shield forcibly reversed the direction through his body. Every time he slashed, the shield was cut, but his own body was injured, not to mention the last punch... Although he was wearing a body armor, But he was still stunned for a short time by that punch, and then he came back to life, and he had to rush forward again, so that the injury aggravated again.

With all means exhausted, the opponent didn't even show their hole cards. How can we fight this battle?Zhang Jian smiled wryly, and despair gradually rose in his heart.Not to mention that he has no energy left, so what if he still has, so what if he hit that strange man again?He is not an entity at all, even if he is hit a hundred times, it does not cause fundamental damage to him at all, he can still advance and retreat freely, and he can still recover as before.

This is a battle with no chance of winning at all, because not only does he not have the ability to kill the opponent, but he doesn't even know how to kill the opponent.

No matter what, it's just a dying struggle, but even dying, you still have to struggle!

The jade sword that fell on the ground suddenly jumped, and then disappeared. Zhang Jian's pupils shrank, and a heavy shield appeared in front of him in an instant, but the chill in his heart did not diminish at all.

Hearing the sound of "嗤", the small jade sword pierced the shield and brushed past his left shoulder, blood spattered suddenly, and severe pain came.If it wasn't for his last roll, the one cut by the jade sword should be his throat.

Zhang Jian didn't care about the shoulder injury at all, and squatted on the ground with a heavy knife in his hand, lying across his chest, all his senses were mobilized, his muscles were tense, and his spirit was tense.

Suddenly, Zhang Jian swung his heavy saber to the right and tried his best to the left, only to hear a "dang", sparks flew everywhere, and a gap appeared on the spine of the heavy saber. At the same time, a long scratch appeared on his lower abdomen. Blood seeped through the body armor.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of intensive strikes sounded, Zhang Jian's heavy knife was riddled with holes, and his body was also riddled with holes. The dense wounds almost turned him into a bloody man... Perhaps it was because he felt that his dying struggle was very painful. Interestingly, the strange man's sword was no longer aimed at his vitals, but even so, the increasing wounds on his body and the continuous bleeding would soon kill him.

Zhang Jian was panting like a cow, his eyes were black and white and he couldn't see clearly. He could only fight with his intuition. He didn't know whether it was too much blood loss or too much internal injury.

Knowing that continuing to persevere will not have any effect on the next fate, but he was unwilling to give up after all, the vague sound of breaking through the air came again, Zhang Jian raised the knife with all his strength, and swung it vigorously. Although the light of the knife was still flashing, he knew that it was already slow It's... His reaction is slow, and the speed of swinging the knife is also slow!

That's too late!

This sword was aimed at his right arm. Zhang Jian smiled wryly: It seems that he still can't escape the fate of becoming "cat bait" after all. I just hope that the cat can be really cool, don't be stupid out of...

I'm really not reconciled, it would be great if I could go faster...

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, someone whipped him on the vest, neither heavy nor painful, but the feeling of being whipped was very clear, as if the whip had passed through his coat , through the bulletproof vest on his body, even through his skin and muscles, to a deeper place that even he himself cannot detect.

"stupid."

An extremely clear voice rang in his ears, Zhang Jian couldn't tell whether it was a hallucination or he really heard its voice, he only knew that with this whip and this word, there seemed to be something that had been dormant on his body for a long time. , finally broke through the invisible barrier, gushing out!

As if feeling his strong desire to "hurry up", his arms and heavy knife were entangled by several vines, and he swung them out at a faster speed. An indescribable force gushed out from his chest and spread to his limbs, like a dry The riverbed was suddenly nourished by the flood, and it ushered in vigorous vitality in an instant.

No need for anyone to explain, Zhang Jian's heart was enlightened, it turned out that the legend was true, and it turned out that blood vines can really live together with people!On that rainy night, no one knew what Dudu did to make the blood vine and him live in two overlapping time and space, interdependent and non-interfering.

Now, the blood vine has finally learned to pass through him, and came to the present world. Countless vines faintly tinged with blood in the dark green emerged behind him.

The blood vines that are still in their infancy are not considered strong, but they will eventually become very strong, even the strongest!

"Impossible! Impossible!" The ancient scribe said in disbelief: "How can you, a mere mortal, be integrated with the spirits of heaven and earth? This is impossible!"

Although Zhang Jian's wound has not healed, it is no longer bleeding, and the blood stains on his body are also decreasing. Of course, it is not a miracle that time has turned back and the blood has returned to his body, but the blood vines entrenched on his body are cherishing these things. precious food.

Zhang Jian stood up straight. The blood vine at the moment is not strong, and it is of no great use except to restore his energy. It is said that his current situation has not improved much compared to just now, but for some reason, he Suddenly full of confidence, he raised his eyes to look at the ancient scribe, chuckled lightly, and said, "It turns out that the so-called great power is so shallow and ignorant, and existence is reasonable. What has happened, how could it be impossible?"

"That's right!" The ancient scribe sneered and said, "I don't care what's going on with you, as long as you know that you are waiting for a spiritual creature in the world!"

After the words fell, the small jade-colored sword flew out again, and the ancient scribe waved his hand and shot out several green lights: "It is your blessing to be favored by the old man and become the food of the old man, so die with peace of mind!"

The vines intertwined into a net in front of Zhang Jian, and the vines broke the leaves before blocking the green lights one by one. However, with a sound of "dang", they finally precisely resisted the heavy knife of Yujian, but they were overwhelmed and broke into two pieces.

The sword glowed again, and an extra saber appeared in Zhang Jian's hand instantly. However, the texture of the saber was too different from that of the jade sword, and it was broken in two after only one blow.

The eyes of the ancient scribe faintly showed color, and the speed of the jade sword increased again: Seeing that the prey was in front of him, he finally stopped being stingy about losses, and even if he further lost his source, he would also take him down!

With a "clang", another steel knife broke.The ancient scribe turned his right hand holding the sword formula, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, when suddenly his heart froze, and he didn't even want to back away, the shield was about to prop up, but there was a soft sound, and a lavender lightning fell on him.For things like thunder, it takes almost no time from sending out to hitting, and all dodge and protection are superfluous.

The ancient scribe froze for a moment, then flew into a rage and shouted, "Get lost!"

With a wave of his sleeves, Lei Haoyu who was not far behind him groaned and flew backwards, hit a tree and fell unconscious.

The ancient scribe worked out the sword formula again, but his expression changed drastically: at the moment when he was struck by lightning and became stiff, a thin vine was actually wrapped around his jade sword, the same dark green and reddish vine after fitness. Different, the branches and leaves of this thin vine are lush and green, and it looks extremely tender.

However, the jade sword entangled by this young vine is like a big fish caught by a thin fishing line. No matter how strong the fish is, it can't break free from the seemingly weak fishing line, but is constantly affected by it. Keep moving until you are exhausted and unable to resist.

How important is the natal magic weapon?The ancient scribes fought with both hands to counter-kill with all their strength.

But how could Zhang Jian give him such a chance?Just when he was about to take action, an extremely rough stick with bark, twigs and scorched marks remained on it, as if a wooden stick that had just been pulled out of the stove was thrown over from nowhere, and a clear sound followed. :"beat him!"

Zhang Jian laughed, and rushed up with a wooden stick in his hand.

He is tall and heavy, and has always been used to using heavy knives, how can he get used to this light and fluffy wooden stick?Slashing up awkwardly, there is no front, no strength, no power at all.But since it told him to hit him with this, hit him!

The ancient scribe's expression changed drastically, looking at the wooden stick as if he saw the poison that sealed his throat with blood, he lost his voice: "Dingshi Leimu! How could you have such a thing!"

He didn't even open the shield, and drew out the ancient sword at his waist to block it.

Only then did Zhang Jian discover that this strange man's swordsmanship is also very superb. He is not very comfortable with weapons at the moment, even with the help of vines. The monster's opponent.

However, the ancient scribe has already started to retreat in his heart. Today, everything is not going well, and accidents are frequent. The ants that should have been easily killed have repeatedly frustrated him. If you continue, you don't know what will happen!

Immediately regretted: He was stunned by the ants. He only needs to recover his strength in a few days, so it is not easy to kill him?If he finds it difficult at the beginning, he should leave immediately and come back when he regains his strength—the world is so big, and he doesn't know how to hide like that cat, so is he afraid that he won't be able to fly?

But it's not too late to figure it out now, if he wants to leave, no one can stop him.

Just as he was about to use all means to get back the jade sword before leaving this place, suddenly a voice came with a smile: "Lei Haoyu is going to die!" The voice was as clear as a stream in a valley, and it was extremely beautiful.

The expression of the ancient scribe changed drastically, and a clear picture was transmitted to his consciousness through the jade sword - what appeared in the picture was the enlarged handsome face of the comatose Lei Haoyu.

Damn it!That weird young vine unexpectedly threw the out-of-control jade sword towards Lei Haoyu!How could this person die under his weapon!

At the same time, Zhang Jian was whipped again, and with this whip came the same word: "Stupid!"

A picture appeared in his mind in an instant: a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and struck the earth from above the sky, like a huge exclamation mark drawn by the sky in the sky. This morning, the last scene I saw!

The ancient scholar broke out in a cold sweat from the scene in his consciousness. Even Zhang Jian couldn't care about it. He made a tactic with both hands, and finally stopped the jade sword three inches in front of Lei Haoyu's forehead. Seeing a stick struck head-on, that stick was like a lightning strike from the sky, the end of the stick seemed to have flashes of thunder, and the roar piercing the air was like thunder!

The ancient scribe was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he screamed, and his body retreated like lightning. Zhang Jian's stick missed, but a bolt of lightning came out from the top of the wooden stick, and struck the ancient scribe.

The ancient scribes froze in place as if they had been immobilized. After a moment of sluggishness, they yelled up to the sky, "Impossible! Impossible! How can a mere mortal detect the Dao Rhyme! How can he comprehend the Thunder of Immortality?" How could it be possible to arouse the will of heaven and earth! Impossible! Impossible! I don't believe it! I don't accept it! I don't accept it! I..."

"Boom!" There was a bang, and a huge lightning bolt fell from the sky. Zhang Jian felt that his eyes were all white. When he regained his vision, everything in front of him was as before. without a trace.