Bailang's pistol was knocked down at this time. I don't know where it fell? His body was lying on the ground, and every bone was groaning.
Suddenly a small paper bag appeared in his hand. It was folded into small squares with toilet paper, and the green 'burning blood crystal' was wrapped in it. It was the result of his labor last night. Without thinking at this time, he stuffed it into his mouth and took a mouthful.
Swallow.
The saliva quickly wetted the paper bag, and then the astringent feeling spread in the back of the throat and tongue. The original severe pain was instantly suppressed and replaced by a burning sensation, like an analgesic + stimulant.
His heart was beating violently, green energy penetrated into the blood vessels and began to expand, strange stripes spread from his chest, and new power emerged from his body.
[You overdosed on ‘Burning Blood’, your strength +1.1 (temporary), physical fitness +1.2 (temporary), agility +0.5 (temporary), your spirit was eroded by unknown power, you failed the judgment...]
…
After noticing the changes in Bai Lang's body, the orc seemed to recognize the enemy who killed his father. His expression became ferocious and hateful, and his aura became more ferocious and violent. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Bai Lang's calf.
At this time, 'Lang Ge' also fell into madness and could no longer feel pain. A brand new power temporarily covered the original residual body, blocking the pain and damage transmitted by the brain, further squeezing his potential and
Healthy, and brings unparalleled strength (temporary).
He suddenly shrunk his legs to avoid the orc's grasp, then curled his body into a circle, rolled and lay on the side of the orc.
Then Bailang kicked off the ground with his legs and flew toward one of the orc's arms from the side. Just like the Sinking Demon jumped at humans from behind, he was also fighting this larger orc.
At the same time, Brother Lang, whose brain was a little corroded, roared furiously: "May the evil be with me, you tribal pig, go to hell!"
The demonized orc swung his right arm, trying to shake Bailang away, and at the same time stretched his left hand from his chest to grab his right leg, then gave the little bug a firm squeeze and ripped it off.
At this time, Bailang had infinite power, and he turned with force at the waist, swaying his body flexibly, and suddenly performed a joint technique, riding on the shoulders of the orc, twisting his legs and locking his head and throat.
However, the orc's right hand suddenly grabbed back, clasped Bailang's knees with his five fingers, and then squeezed and exerted force, only to hear the sound of bones breaking.
Those who break someone's knees will always be broken.
Bai Lang screamed loudly, his expression equally ferocious. At this moment, there was a screwdriver in his hand. Without thinking, he clasped his hands together and raised it above his head. At this moment, the Sinking Devil was fighting side by side with him. Brother Lang inherited the Sinking Devil.
The fine traditions passed down from generation to generation of a family are thrust into one's crotch without hesitation!
Of course, blocking the front of his crotch was a huge orc head, which acted as a defensive buffer.
The slender screwdriver was fast and hard. Before the orc could stop it, it instantly penetrated the eye and penetrated deep into the head. Then the 'bleeding' effect was triggered. Under the special effect of the equipment, the blood flow continued.
"Ho ho ho...!"
The orc roared in pain, grasped Bailang's right leg with one hand, swung his body from side to side, pulled him off from behind, and beat him wildly on the ground. Like the Hulk beating Loki, he repeatedly swung him back and forth, and the floor of the pharmacy was rumbled.
Trembling, he finally threw himself out of the drugstore as if venting his anger.
…
Brother Lang was like a cannonball, flying straight out of the broken window and smashing into the ruins on the other side of the road.
At this time, his face was covered with blood, his internal organs were ruptured and bleeding, his bones were broken, he was breathless, he even lost consciousness in his lower body, and his eyes were about to lose their luster.
But sadly, the 'burning blood' in his body is still taking effect, constantly squeezing and overdrafting his vitality, and constantly transforming it into new power. It suppresses his own pain, constantly recharges him, and allows him to regain his 'spirit' again.
However, his bones were broken and his muscles were torn. He couldn't even get up. He could only be in a passive hanging state where he wanted to die but couldn't die, suffering in pain.
…
The nearby sharp-edged demons screamed strangely when they saw Brother Lang embedded in the ground motionless like garbage. They were intimidated by the ferocious aura exuded by the orcs and did not dare to approach, but they were even more reluctant to leave. They were swaying unsteadily and suffering unbearably.
The orc in the pharmacy grabbed the bleeding screwdriver with one hand and pulled it out. Blood spurted out in an instant. The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He covered his head with his hands and bent over and knelt on the ground. He screamed miserably, not even caring about Bai Lang.
Those sharp-blade demons waited for a moment and saw that the orcs had not chased them out yet, but Bailang was still in a state of paralysis. They couldn't help but feel bold and came over here.
…
Brother Lang's expression was ugly at this time. He had already sensed the malice shown by these sharp-edged demons. After waiting for so long, both sides were finally hurt. Of course they didn't mind if the fishermen benefited.
Fortunately, there was a steady stream of strength in Brother Lang's body, allowing him to continue to recover. At least his right arm could barely move. The 'Assassination of Flame' was blown away and was thrown away somewhere? But there was still a pistol in his storage space.
, suddenly appeared in the hand.
He turned his wrist and pressed it against his temple with difficulty.
Brother Lang looked sideways and saw several sharp-edged demons holding weapons and approaching him cautiously, with cunning light shining in their eyes.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Bai Lang's lips: "Your dad will always be your dad!"
boom!
Crash, black screen, restart...
…
In the sight of the Blade Demon, a large amount of black smoke floated from Bailang's father, wrapping him up.
[You experienced an ordinary death, IBM particles +4.]
When he opened his eyes again, Bai Lang suddenly raised his hand and pointed the gun at the sharp-edged demon who was holding a kitchen knife, ready to stab him in the heart.
Both sides froze at the same time, and the scene became awkward for a while, and then there was a sound of 'Bang!'. The blade demon's head exploded, and the bullet was shot from the back of his head. Then he fell backward, fell, and stood up.
There was a moment of dead silence, and then several other 'sons' dropped their weapons and dispersed, trying to escape...
"You know my secret, and you still want to escape?" Bailang was so energetic at this time that he didn't even use his aim and shot directly. The three sharp-blade demons fell to the ground one by one, not dead but still crawling. He then fired again and shot these
Kill the traitors one by one.
I feel deeply for a small group of good dogs! After returning to the camp this time, maybe you can try to tame the fallen demon?
…
At this time, he turned his head and looked at the orc who was covering his right eye, with blood and juice continuously flowing out from between his fingers. After hearing the gunshot, the orc had already gotten up.
The two sides looked at each other from a distance. The orc had a look of hatred and hatred on his face, limping towards Bailang, and was already seriously injured.
Brother Lang took out a toilet paper bag again, swallowed it in his mouth, and soon his blood began to boil.
[You have been excessively eroded by the ‘burning blood’, and your strength is temporarily +1, physical fitness +1, agility +0.7... Your spiritual will has been eroded, without judgment,...]
Putting all the reminders in his ears behind him, Bai Lang changed the magazine and put it into the space. His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly grinned, roaring and sprinting towards the orc at top speed.
"Praise to evil!"
The opponent stood still and tremblingly threw out a punch. But Bailang suddenly shortened his body, rolled flexibly, and quickly knelt down from behind the orc. Then he took out a pistol in his hand and pressed it against the crook of its leg. Bang bang bang!
After three shots, his knee was shot through and exploded, leaving a big hole.
The demonized orc knelt down helplessly, and struck an elbow behind him with his backhand. A strong wind sounded. Bailang's intuition was extremely sharp. He jumped up with all his strength and jumped high. While avoiding the back elbow, he used his own weight to strike down with an elbow.
On top of the orc's head.
The orc suffered a head injury, and the violent shock caused eye injuries. The pain spread, causing his next wave of attacks to dissipate.
Bailang seized the rhythm, stretched his arms to both sides of his body, and then opened his bow from left to right, hitting the orc's temples with both fists like cannonballs, faster and faster.
The muscles in his arms were tangled, and the blood in his body was boiling. He felt his fists releasing power. The attack caused an injury to his eyeball, and the orc trembled in pain again.
At this moment, the pistol reappeared, pressed against the back of the demonized orc's head, and fired four times. Bailang quickly retreated and observed vigilantly.
The huge orc knelt on the ground, twitching and shaking, and it took a while before he calmed down...
"Phew... this feels really... great!"
The effect of the medicine had not yet worn off. After Bailang changed the magazine, he walked into the drugstore, picked up the fallen Assassination of Flame and the magazine, pulled up a chair and sat in the center of the drugstore to rest.
…
At this time, his arms were shaking violently, and the muscles all over his body were bulging and exploding. The urge to fight had not subsided, and was attacking his rationality in waves, and he was on the verge of losing control.
He was not only worried about completely losing his mind, but also worried about the period of weakness after the drug took effect. At the same time, he was also worried about whether a monster would follow the noise and come looking for him? So he decisively turned the muzzle of the gun upside down...
When he reappeared, Bailang's body was back to its best condition, and his clothes were shabby. Although his spirit was 'full', his mind was exhausted.
[You experienced the death of a bad review, IBM particles +1.]
At this time, there was a light blue key floating on the body of the demonized orc.
