"You know too much." The Laughing Torpedo pressed the switch of the cannon, and the long gorgeous corridor was the perfect ballistic calibration.
The rotating engine caused countless ammunition to pour out from the six barrels, and everything in contact was torn into slag.
Zanchen had launched it before, and it was for my use. This was an upgraded version of the marionette debuff targeting objects. It did not need to control the soul body, and could even lower the head of the object... Zanchen arranged a relationship between the torpedo and himself.
The medieval armor decorations in the corridor were lined up vertically and blocked in front of Zanchen when the fire was fired.
The roaring metal storm lasted for a full 30 seconds. When it stopped, the barrel of the gun was still red and hot. The corridor in front of it had been beaten beyond recognition. Thanks to the fact that medieval castle buildings are made of complete stones,
If it were replaced by the current cement floor, it would have been penetrated several times.
Nineteen and a half of the steel armor baffles were penetrated, and broken pieces of armor were scattered all over the floor. This is the scene after more than 3,000 rounds of bullets were unleashed.
"I really can't bear to beat you to death. You're such a rare space superpower. It would be a pity to beat you to death." When Zanchen sighed, he had bitten his finger and squeezed out a drop of bright red blood on his face.
Drawing this weird head-dropping rune, "However, if the rare object is full of malice toward me, it's better not to keep it. All Souls Protective Body Drops."
From all directions, all the souls and even evil ghosts within ten miles were attracted to fly towards the castle. Zanchen turned himself into a black hole, absorbing all these unclean things into his body, and enveloped his whole body.
In a burst of black smoke, terrifying human faces appeared on the surface of the smoke from time to time.
"Send you to hell." Laughing Torpedo's body flashed in the space again, and instantly arrived in front of Zanchen. Even the deck of an armored vehicle could not withstand the slashing blade. But Zanchen stood there.
He just raised his hand and used his thumb and index finger to firmly grasp the flying blade, as easily as catching a small insect in the air.
Looking carefully, Zanchen did not use his bare hands. The distance of about 2 millimeters between his fingers and the blade was filled with a layer of faint black miasma. This was a protective shield forcibly refined by evil ghosts.
"Do you really think that you are at the same level as us at that time? That's a bit too arrogant." Zanchen said with pure contempt.
"Cut." The Laughing Torpedo held the blade with both hands and used force again. The force pushed the Taishan-like Zanchen to the side for two steps. The rocky surface supporting Zanchen's body burst into pieces, but the blade still could not get rid of Zanchen.
fingers.
"It's my turn, my soul is broken!" Countless soul miasma surrounding Zanchen's body traveled along his arms, compressed and condensed into a black light bullet in the palm of his hand, and the evil ghost's hoarse wail echoed around, just like you
The whimpering sound a person makes when stuffed into a coffee cup.
And what Zanchen is doing now is to squeeze the souls of hundreds of dead people into a cup. The pain is unimaginable.
Soul Collapse is Zanchen's famous stunt. As far back as World War II, when there were enough souls of the dead in time, Zanchen once dispersed demon creatures at the level of Demon General with one Soul Collapse. This is definitely not a force that humans can withstand.
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Zanchen used the power of his soul to grab Laughing Torpedo's arm along the edge of the blade, preventing him from making a space jump. He swung his arm too fast and directly hit Soul Bend into Laughing Torpedo's chest.
The Laughing Torpedo reacted quickly and opened a space crack in its chest, allowing the black light bullet to be swallowed up and teleported away. However, the crack could only last for so long. Zanchen was hit with an empty palm, and Qiang Ruo's Laughing Torpedo was also hit by
He was knocked upside down, smashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and stopped.
At this moment, in the peaceful back garden of the castle, black light bullets fell on the ground, and then... with a bang, the 0-meter-diameter back garden just disappeared, and the black purgatory fire engulfed it.
All the flowers, plants, trees and rockery fountains were removed, and even the stone tiles on the ground were not completely burnt and pulverized.
If something like this were to hit Laughing Torpedo's body, Tongmei's father probably wouldn't even be able to recover the body, right?
"You are probably the most talented person in the world. The Bureau of Underworld Affairs actually came up with a lot of interesting things while I was away." Zanchen really felt that this visit to France was worth it.
Back in the front hall, the opponent that Thirteen faced may not be as powerful as Zanchen, but this bloodthirsty witch who has lived for more than a thousand years is by no means an ordinary person.
Inhaling, concentrating, and stuffing the candy into his mouth as before, Thirteen put away the sword slave and the white deer, and with a click, he pulled out a 1.5-meter-long blade from the sword niche ghost behind his waist.
This is the Mo Dao among the Tang Dao. It is a long weapon used by soldiers. The blade is three fingers wide and made of fine steel. It is mostly used by the vanguard to guard the crossbowmen and defend against enemy cavalry attacks.
This kind of long sword was once a nightmare for cavalry, and it is far more flexible and versatile to operate than the giant horse-slaying sword. Under normal circumstances, it needs a matching hilt of about one meter long to help it control the force and strength. With a click, ten
San pressed the button on the spirit-releasing machine, and the hilt of the spirit-releasing machine popped back 1 meter in length like a telescopic baton... Okay, the author doesn't want to find fault anymore.
The name of the Mo Dao in Thirteen's hand...Wang Mazi. It was a blade struck by a little-known rural blacksmith. In the troubled times when the blacksmith lived, bandits were rampant, gangs were in power, and female businessmen were fighting, which undoubtedly gave birth to the sword.
The weapons shop is bustling with people. Even a rural blacksmith like Wang Mazi is doing very well.
Unexpectedly, Wang Mazi's ancestors have been making standard weapons for the army for six generations, and he is quite capable. The blades he forged are not immortal, but they are outstanding. Wang Mazi is fond of wealth by nature, whether he is a gangster or an official,
As long as they paid, they would be his customers. And he would always put the "Wang Mazi" logo on the blade to advertise himself. Unfortunately, it was this logo that ruined the good thing.
Zhang Xiaoquan, a famous bandit of the generation, used Wang Mazi's Mo Dao to rob the birthday card of the prime minister of the dynasty, which aroused the anger of the superiors. Zhang Xiaoquan was wanted nationwide. After killing the gangster, he was still not satisfied, and even Wang Mazi also
He was arrested, given the title of traitor to the party, and his head was beheaded by the Mo Dao he made himself.
Before Wang Mazi died, the cursed knife made it contaminated with spirituality and transformed into a spirit.
But now, it is a long sword in the hands of Thirteen, facing the Dao Zombie Witch who has lived for a thousand years. Judging from the spiritual breath alone, this guy's spiritual power has reached the level of a 9-star evil ghost.
, almost becoming a monster. This is not a boss... Could it be that the way I opened the dungeon today was wrong? I clicked on the "Thirteen Must Die" mode by mistake?
"Your knife is so long, do you like to attack from a distance?" The witch sucked her finger.
"I just don't want you to get too close to me, old witch." Thirteen said contemptuously.
"Really? Then let you die a little further." After saying this, the bloodthirsty witch put down her right hand. She really put it down. The open five fingers of the right palm of her right hand were supported on the ground, and her slender arms seemed to be scattered.
The yarn is usually piled up continuously, and it has spread to several meters in length in an instant.
"Are you a monster?" Thirteen didn't think people could do such a thing anyway.
"You will know soon." The bloodthirsty witch spun on the spot, spinning like a small colorful flag on a spring evening. She was not very fast at the beginning, but when the rotation force shook the 10-year-old flag,
When Duomi's arm was lifted, everything around him became extremely dangerous. The arm was more ferocious than the iron chain. The coffin of the huge iron virgin was twitched and turned around, with its head spinning downward like a battle top, while the surrounding people
From the stone pillars to the zenith of the earth, everything that hindered the rotation of the long arm was beaten until it disintegrated.
"Here it comes!" Thirteen's backhand knife hit the palm that came from the side. With a sound, the palm was bounced into the air, and Thirteen was also shocked and took three steps back, and launched the whole body reverse muscle technique.
, the body sank down, and the floor tiles cracked before it stabilized.
Before the attack was over, I saw the huge Iron Maiden top coming from the side with a circular impact that tore up the carpet. Thirteen slashed his sword in front of him and used the edge of the knife to hold the side wall of the Iron Maiden. In an instant,
The friction between the knife and the top produced dazzling sparks like a cutting machine.
Thirteen was forced to slide backward again, leaving two broken marks on the ground with his toes.
"It's not over yet!" The bloodthirsty witch sped up the rotation of her body, and her arm that lost its accuracy hit the top again! Snap! Snap! It kept hitting the top, forcing the top to spin even more crazily.
"Fuck!" Thirteen took the Wang Mazi blade in his hand and turned it sideways, changing the broken edge into a sharpened one. The sparks from the friction became louder and splashed to the side. Even if the top didn't stop, it was for Thirteen.
The blade was sharpened until it was polished.
"Have you had enough fun? It's my turn!" Thirteen retreated to a stone pillar, and suddenly it stood up and jumped to a height of 2 meters. The black veins in his body exploded, and Wang Mazi, waving with both hands, fell from the sky, like
The lightning struck the ground. With a bang, the rotating steel maiden was cut in half from the middle and flew out to both sides. They were installed on the pillars next to them, stirring up dust all over the sky.
The moment his vision was covered, a roaring arm thrust straight into Thirteen's head. He turned his head slightly and rotated his body along the arm.
When the palm that had been dodged hit the stone pillar, Thirteen even drew out the Fish Gut Sword and nailed the palm to the pillar in one stroke.
"It's cool!" the perverted bloodthirsty witch howled. At this moment, Thirteen accidentally exposed his back to the bloodthirsty witch, and forgot that this monster had two hands.
The other arm flying close to the ground grabbed the wooden box hanging on the sword niche ghost, snapped it off and pulled it back.
The bloodthirsty witch threw her hand behind her, and the wooden box rolled in the air and landed smoothly in Clark's arms.
At this moment, the old man held the wooden box and shed tears. He stroked the surface of the wooden box like he was stroking his wife's urn, "He's back... Daozu is finally back!"