The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The long sun-shaped saber is not as fast as a flexible arm. The man covered in dark blue tattoos resists the attack punch after punch, gradually turning defense into offense. He took a few blows with his shoulders and abdomen, but the offensive was unstoppable.

The hardness from his subordinates rekindled Yi Wozuo's interest that was corrupted by the weak, and he smiled happily again.

"That's right, that's it, use the strong Sun Wheel Knife in your hand and aim it at my neck!"

"Wum, did my slash make you feel good? That's really an honor, your fist is not bad either!"

Tomioka, who descended from the sky, stepped on the blade that was deflected by Yiwoza with one foot, raised his arm to aim at the tip of the knife, and then stabbed downward like a rising tide.While the strength in his hands was terrifying, his mouth was flat and flat: "Purgatory, don't chat with the enemy during the battle."

Purgatory responded with a hearty smile: "Sorry, sorry!"

Yiwozuo's fist is as powerful as a broken bamboo, and the violent fist wind blows one after another, and the sound of "boom" and "boom" as the air is torn apart by force rang in the ears. It is not difficult to imagine what the fist will do when it hits the body. Serious injury.

"As long as you don't get distracted, there's no harm in chatting! Just chat with me and let me know more about the temperament of the strong!"

Fist against the back of the saber, Tomioka frowned almost imperceptibly, his tiger's mouth swayed slightly and he was in a stalemate for a while, in order to break the stalemate in advance, the blue and white water splash appeared out of thin air when the saber was already unable to shake: he was familiar enough to Use the form of water without swinging a knife.

"Water Breathing, Unbridled Shape·Tide of Strike"

Completely different from other breathwork swordsmen, Tomioka's moves are plain and simple even when he is in the throes of a fierce battle.

The sudden huge pressure broke the stalemate in an instant, and the water-like streamer surrounded the three of them. Yiwozuo retreated to avoid it, and was shot into the upper arm muscle by a bullet fired at precise timing: only a small bullet head went in, and the muscle immediately rotated. Twist to squeeze out the bullet, and the little metal thing landed with a 'jingle' sound.

Although it was completely invisible from the outside, Tomioka was surprised by the cooperation and delayed blinking by a tenth of a second.

"Small tricks patronizing these scumbags won't help!"

Yiwozuo didn't even give the little devil who was hiding in the periphery to make trouble, the center of gravity was lowered, and the unstoppable explosion sounded straight to the front of Tomioka. , it was the right hand of Yiwozuo, who simply abandoned the fight, and took a long stride to block the left hand rushing towards Tomioka.

"You can still have such concentration when fighting the enemy with two hands separately, Wumu, just like you said, you are a strong man!"

The purgatory smile of the knife blade and Yiwozuo's fist face 'ding ding ding' hitting each other continuously did not change, it seemed that no matter what happened, his smile could not be erased.

"Hey, do you like to laugh so much? From just now to now."

Yiwozuo practiced what he just said, punching hard with his fists, and kept talking.

"Laughing a lot can make people lucky! A sad face will bring misfortune to the news, that's not good!"

Purgatory laughed heartily, and his subordinates kept moving, "What, how about you smile too?"

"There's nothing worth laughing at!"

Yiwozuo paused after a blow, and the dark blue tattooed figure was so fast that it left an afterimage, avoiding the sun wheel knife that burned to his ear, and the palm bone went straight to the unprotected side neck of the purgatory, what surprised him was that the purgatory had no protection at all He evaded at a high speed, but gave up his defense on his own initiative, and instead advanced instead, steam escaped from the corner of his mouth, and the flaming flames used air as their nourishment, gradually igniting a blazing fire.

Choose to fight with your life so soon?

Yi Wozuo felt bored and frustrated, but his hands moved faster.

The weak have no need to live, just to breathe is nauseating.

It's just that before his palm slashed on Purgatory's unprotected neck, the tip of the thrown blade was faster, and the thrown object, which was so accurate that the vision shrank into a needlepoint, was getting closer to his unprotected eyeball.

Even if the ghost hunter's neck could be cut off soon, Yiwozuo had to dodge urgently, and was scorched by the scorching air when he retreated. The tongue of fire licked the dark blue tattoo that Yiwozuo narrowly avoided.

"Breath of Flame, Two Types Rising Summer"

"But it failed."

Having said that, Purgatory didn't show any depression on his face.

"make persistent efforts!"

"you…"

After stepping back a few steps, Yiwozuo could see clearly what was attacking him: a half-yellow and half-black solar saber, with the upper part of the handle faintly painted with black flame patterns, and the blade was painted with snake-like patterns. The meandering pattern, just as he was observing it for a while, the yellow color on the blade had faded to the point of disappearing.

There was a hand with a coffee-colored sleeve firmly holding the sun wheel knife painted with half-black flame patterns. When it was pulled out from the soil, the yellow color that had been silenced suddenly rekindled and replaced, filling every inch of the sun wheel knife, turning the original The blackness devoured.

Crossing the two-bladed orange sun wheel knife in front of his eyes, the man greeted Yiwozuo with a smile:

"I don't mean to laugh when I say laugh. But I still have nine types, the unknown Mr. Ghost, let's work hard together!"

The ghost on the opposite side has two hands that can attack separately. If it is difficult to fight against two hands with one blade, then replace it with two blades.

I don't know if it was the first time Purgatory tried to wield two blades at the same time. At the beginning, he was a little unfamiliar, so he had to use the gap created by Tomioka's water breath to adjust his attack.The two blades belonging to the same "Breath of Flame" set off each other, one master and one assistant, and cooperate with each other tacitly.

With a punch, he forcibly retreated from the blade that was cut to the front of the door. Yiwozuo slid back and landed on the fence of the house. Within the strike range of the 'Three Types: Liuliuwu', the sharp swirling water cut into half of his upper arm.Yiwozuo retreated all the way to the sky before withdrawing from the strike range, but the upper arm has not yet healed, and the continuous bullets shot at the human figure in midair.

"Sneaking around is so annoying...!"

It can't cause any injury, but the momentary momentum and pain will be distracting and annoying, and the veins are twisted from Yiwozuo's forehead.

Completely different from Yiwozuo's irascibility, Tomioka and Purgatory, the enemy does not have to go forward to chase, but the enemy takes the initiative to meet the sword-style battle, which is very enjoyable: the tacit understanding without active cooperation makes the leader feel relaxed and happy.

On Qingxiang's side, Yiwozuo's vigorous killing intent shot from the aiming camera without any hindrance, and his furious gaze made him pause.

Fortunately, before Yi Wozuo shot and killed this little bug that annoyed him, the symbol of purgatory—exactly the same as Qingxiang's current body—had the flame-patterned feathers blocking the sight of the scope.

"Don't put on an angry face, good luck will be scared away."

Purgatory's smile at this moment suddenly became an eyesore.Yi Wozuo sullenly resumed his punching stance: "It really makes me wonder if you can still laugh when your internal organs are in a mess."

Purgatory carefully imagined the degree of pain: "Should it be possible?"

It was like a round fan slapping the water surface, and there was a sound of explosions. This was the sonic boom when the blades of two people, sometimes even punches, were directly facing each other.After every fist-to-fist confrontation, the bones of Purgatory's hand will make a harsh muffled sound.Yiwozuo did what he said, and the unique transformation energy of the fist was transmitted along the arm of Purgatory to the limbs and bones. The injured internal organs could not support the waves of shocks, and sent out unbearable pain.

Purgatory can last until now because of Tomioka, who is taking over the attack in front of him. The latter crosses the blade, resists the impact of the fist with a wide face, and closes his eyes slightly due to the impact of conduction.

In the sky above them, the fire light of the breath of flame and the flowing water of the breath of water supported each other, and the swirling water flowed straight into the sky under the extension of the flames, forming a mighty waterspout.It's just because of this, the hot steam is steaming in a small distance, and the three people who are in the center of the steam are covered with sweat or liquid droplets of water vapor.

The steam became so thick in just a few minutes that even the blue direction could not be aimed at the target, and the characters could only be distinguished by the color of their clothing.

Simple fundamental physics is really everywhere.

Just as the original sniper spot was exposed, Qing Xiang simply retracted his gun and jumped from the edge of the wall to go to another sniper spot that had been determined early in the week of training, but in the middle of the jump, he suddenly heard a violent explosion coming from the thick fog. Ming.

It seemed that someone had hit the ground with a heavy fist, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the sound was accompanied by the continuous sound of soil seepage and cracking.

The explosion shattered until Qing Xiang's ears ooze blood, the original noisy wind was replaced by sharper tinnitus, coupled with the momentary shaking of the world, he paused in his jumping movements, barely hooking on the eaves of the house where sundries are usually stored Before he could cover his ears, he climbed up to the eaves with hands and feet.

The eardrum is ruptured.

Qing Xiang went all the way to the marked sniper point before lying down to take a rest. He covered his bleeding ears, but he couldn't hear anything except tinnitus. The connected facial features made the nasal cavity and eyes abnormal.

He blinked and confirmed that the trance in his vision was only affected by the eardrums. Before he could straighten the gun again, flames so dazzling as to look directly at the scorching sun shot up into the sky, and then they were immersed in the hollow chaotic tornado. Scattered and mixed independently blended, and the firelight burst out even more dazzling light under the refraction of countless tiny water droplets, squatting on the ground and closing the eyes in pain for the boy who finally had a clear vision.

Qing Xiang who covered his ears while covering his eyes: ...

Although his brain was throbbing with pain, and physical tears still flowed in front of his eyes, at this critical moment when his eyes were clear, he had to force himself back to the gun.

The original thick steam was burned away by the fire, and the rest was absorbed by the waterspout, but his foggy vision seemed to be covered with a film, and he couldn't see anything clearly.Lost vision and sense of security at the same time, fortunately there are conspicuous colors as a distinguishing feature.

The orange one is Purgatory, the black one is Fugang, and the one with the peach powder left is Yiwozuo.

Well, I can't aim at all, at most I can be sure that I hit Yiwozuo.

But Qing Xiang, who lost his sense of security, fired without hesitation:

Anyway, it was Yiwozuo who was fighting, and it was better to fight than not to fight.