The remaining Bloodborne hunter was silent, shirtless, with a lean body, pale skin, and full of abstract paintings.
The three-headed hellhound, the roaring unicorn, the phoenix reborn from the ashes...
This guy is obviously a Spartacus.
With his back to Wang Jun and others, he sat on the edge of the mountainside, staring at the sky in a daze.
The other man wore a fisherman's hat, a black poncho, and high leather boots. His whole body was wrapped tightly, not showing a trace of skin.
His pupils were like blood-colored whirlpools, full of violence and eccentricity, and his gaze was full of aggression, scanning Wang Jun and others unabashedly.
Sonorous!!!
The wind picked up at the hem of the black poncho, and the two scythes spun and ejected, the blades of the scythes digging into the ground.
His voice was as indifferent as Shishui: "Three are lv3, and one is lv2."
"Hehehe," the Lolita in the white dress smiled sweetly, "Now we can have some fun."
Sun Buwu frowned, "You all have masks and are members of the Hunters Guild. Do you really want to attack us for no reason?"
"In this treasure land, opportunities are about to appear. Without one party, there will be fewer variables. If you want to blame, blame yourself for being weak." Lolita in the white dress smiled sweetly, holding up the hem of her skirt and giving a gift.
Bang bang bang, bang bang, bang bang bang~~~
The old man beat his hands with a very fast rhythm and a special rhythm.
The Spartak seemed to be awakened and turned around.
His eyes were hollow and his speech was dull: "Fight...fight..."
The old man smiled gloomily and nodded: "Aang, come on!"
Hearing this, the man launched a charge in silence and went directly to Feng Xiao, whose aura was most exposed.
Feng Xiao stared at it for a moment, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
"To live like a zombie and be controlled by others is the tragedy of a warrior."
The explosive aura exploded instantly, and golden flames spread out of the body, with the place where Feng Xiao stood as the center of the circle, flying sand and rocks, sweeping like a ring.
She charged forward, her hands glowing golden, and she accurately grasped Aang's fists.
Bang! Bang!
The two sides are wrestling, and the two pressures are in conflict.
The air roared like thunder, and the battle horn sounded.
Sun Buwu took off his sunglasses and threw them away.
The old man conjured up a gentleman's cane, raised his wrist, and tilted it upward.
Bang!
The sunglasses touched the cane, releasing the second level of energy that Sun Buwu had injected in advance.
The old man groaned, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and took seven steps back.
"This guy is a bit unusually strong. Take action quickly and make sure to create a breach within three minutes!"
"You are too confident." Sun Buwu's eyes flashed with golden red light, and he put on a simple boxing stance. In an instant, he gathered strength, took a step forward, and stood behind the old man as if teleporting. His fist hit the old man's back silently.
The old man was horrified from the bottom of his heart and screamed in an inhuman way:
"whispering sound!!!"
Sun Buwu's eyes flashed, and his temples suddenly beat to get rid of the dizziness sweeping through his mind.
The moment's delay gave the old man a chance to backhand, and the gentleman's cane made a clicking sound, more than doubled in length, and turned into a long steel whip.
Uh-huh~~~Uh-huh~~~
The old man alternated his hands and danced thousands of whip shadows, airtight.
Sun Buwu did not dodge, but continued to punch, hitting the steel whip with a pair of physical fists.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang~~~~
The old man felt more and more strenuous and hurriedly shouted: "Xiaoya, deal with that lv2 first."
The Bloodborne Hunter, who was wrapped tightly all over, raised his arms, and the force was transmitted along the transparent silk thread wrapped around his forearms.
The two short scythes are connected by transparent silk threads. When the end of the handle is pressed, the blade of the scythe rises from the ground and spins and dances in mid-air.
One of them attacked Li Xuanchen, and the other attacked Wang Jun.
Li Xuanchen's forehead was covered with black lines, "Do you really think I'm a weakling?!"
Black shadows filled his body, and he said: "Ajun, get out of the way, I want to challenge them both."
"I'm afraid I can't do what you want." The lolita in the white dress jumped up, holding the hem of the skirt with both hands, and her delicate body kept spinning.
The skirt flew up, scattering large swaths of fluorescent powder.
In Wang Jun's field of vision, the figures of other people quickly disappeared.
The clouds in the sky, the soil beneath our feet, and everything visible are fading away.
The ground covered with gravel turned into pure white, and the sky turned into complete black. Between the black and white, stood a girl in a white dress.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she said with a smile: "Brother, now is the time for both of us, let's have fun together."
The data stream flashed through his left eye, and Wang Jun saw her evolutionary tree.
[Evolutionary tree belongs to:???(unarchived)]
[Life level: lv3]
[Evolution completion: 24%]
【Aura of Life:22580/24000】
[Aura attribute: Dust]
[Ability Category: Control System]
【Extraordinary ability】
Black and white painting——
Description: Ignore the environment and build a space for two people to be alone.
Effect: Ignoring external damage, both parties lock each other until one party dies or the person with the ability actively cancels it.
Psychedelic dust——
Description: A neurotoxin capable of controlling others to a certain extent.
Effect: It is divided into two types: shallow control and deep control. The former affects a person's consciousness and reaction temporarily, while the latter can only be applied to a single target and controls the opponent semi-permanently.
[Current status: Social Awesomeness, always misestimating one's own strength. 】
[Solution: (expandable)]
[Evolution path: (expandable)]
With continuous clicks, the butterfly knife flipped and danced, and the wings of the knife merged into the handle. Wang Jun held the knife in his backhand and raised his arm sideways.
"Giggle..." The lolita in the white dress smiled sweetly and licked her teeth lightly with her pink tongue, "When lv2 meets lv3, the first reaction is to use the knife. My little brother is very brave."
She moved her little mouth, pear dimples appeared on her cheeks, and said delicately: "My name is Fengya, you must remember it well."
The tea is full of flavor... Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and did not answer.
She Niu Loli lifted up her skirt lightly, stepped forward, and gradually approached Wang Jun.
"Little brother, your knife is very fun, can you show it to me again?"
The snow-white leather shoes fell down, each step leaving footprints on the pure white ground, each footprint getting deeper than the last.
Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...
Tread! Tread! Tread~~~
She was getting closer and closer to Wang Jun, her smile became deeper and deeper, and her eyes were filled with starlight and moonlight, which seemed to captivate the soul.
In the black and white painting, colorless and transparent dust floats, giving it a hallucinogenic effect.
Wang Jun's eyes were blurred, and he obeyed the request of Loli in the white dress, and his right hand changed dexterously.
Click~click~click~
The butterfly knife [Flowing Water] wraps around the wrist, flying and dancing, showing its unique beauty.
"Okay, that's great. Little brother is so awesome. Everyone is a little excited."
Fengya turned around gracefully, stepped on the ground to gain strength, and jumped forward with her gentle body.
In mid-air, she laughed like a silver bell, "I really like it, I really like this knife. Let's take this knife as a commemorative gift for our first meeting."
His feet landed firmly on the ground, his skirt rippled, and the amount of transparent dust increased more than tenfold.
"Hmm..." Wang Jun's eyes were filled with confusion. He put down his left hand that was protecting his heart, turned his right palm over twice, and put the blade of the Butterfly Knife [Xingyun] into its wings.
The butterfly knife lay flat in the palm of his right hand, as if he promised to give it to Feng Ya.
"Little brother is so nice." Loli in the white dress smiled sweetly and took light steps in succession.
"There are still seven steps left." Wang Jun said in confusion.
Feng Ya tilted her head slightly to express her doubts: "What kind of rice?"
Wang Jun closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes were calm, as if he had turned on the sage mode.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The left hand that seemed to be hanging down weakly held the black gun [Xingyun], raised the gun and fired continuously.
Along with the sound of gunfire, he explained: "Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate."
Feng Ya's beautiful eyes widened, she was three parts shocked, three parts speechless, and four parts disbelieving - why a lv2 transcendent could resist her psychedelic dust.
Wang Jun understood her look, but gave no explanation.
Normal people, who have nothing to do to reveal their trump card?
In fact, water creatures have a purifying effect, and after receiving the blessing of the original energy species, the effect is even more outstanding.
Although Wang Jun is level 2, he is not completely immune to the abilities of level 3 extraordinary beings, but he has enough resistance.
Therefore, She Niu Loli miscalculated the effective time of his confusion.
The chest, abdomen, thigh, calf, arm, and shoulder were shot respectively, but the bullets were not conventional bullets, but Wang Jun's condensed ice bullets.
The projectile is equipped with a solid ice effect. After six decelerations are superimposed, the freeze sweeps through She Niu Loli's body.
Paper-thin frost covered her body. She kept her mouth slightly open and her right hand stretched forward.
Like a sculpture expressing astonishment, it has none of its original elegance.
Freeze time: 2 seconds.
Wang Jun was calculating silently in his heart, and moved closer like a ghost.
Without any unnecessary words or expression of joy, he once again shook off the wings of the butterfly knife.
Cut, score, cut, tease, poke, pick...
As the sword light danced, the exquisite butterfly knife revealed its ferocious fangs, and the sword's power was like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Wang Jun strolled leisurely in the courtyard, walked around half a circle, and walked behind Feng Ya.
She Niu Loli is in a frozen state and cannot move at all.
Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush...
The sound of the blade cutting through the air passed by her ears, and she vaguely felt the next scene.
A growing fear flashed through his eyes, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat.
The freezing caused her perception of the body to be delayed by half a beat.
Pain, heartbreaking pain swept over me, like a tide hitting the frontal lobe of my brain.
Immediately afterwards, the frost covering her whole body shattered inch by inch, her wrists, elbows, creaks, ankles, and the soft spots behind her knees...
There are knife marks where the big tendons run in each joint.
Not deep, but definitely not shallow either!
Threads of blood penetrated the frost and flowed over the tender white skin.
Severe pain broke out, Feng Ya's face was so painful that she twisted and fell to the ground.
Her limbs were spread out weakly, and there was no sweetness in her voice. Her chest trembled due to resonance: "Broken! You actually..."
Wang Jun frowned, did an Asian squat, and gently handed out the butterfly knife with his right hand.
The blade of the knife was pressed against Feng Ya's throat, and the edge was close to a millimeter, slicing through the white and greasy skin.
A line of blood seeped out from the area where his neck was close to his throat.
The coldness attached to the steel penetrated the skin into the flesh, penetrated the bloodstream into the marrow, and froze Fengya's frame.
She felt the killing intent - the ice was colder than the frost and snow, indifferent and peaceful but unforgettable!
Feng Ya no longer dared to utter a single unnecessary syllable, nor did she dare to move her throat.
Wang Jun said: "Remove your ability."
Fengya had no intention of bargaining, she was convinced:
In front of him, this ordinary-looking man regarded human life as nothing.
No! That's different. His murderous intention is more profound and no longer superficial.
It's more like... infiltrating killing into the depths of the soul, just like eating, drinking, and sleeping.
Extremely scary!!!
As if she had received an irreversible order, Feng Ya moved her thoughts and took the initiative to lift the black and white painting.
The white ground shrank rapidly, and the pure black sky floated high and far away.
Color return, white clouds, blue sky, green trees in the distance.
The flowing air caressed his face, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the uneven gravel, which slightly stung his feet. Wang Jun saw a familiar figure.
Sun Buwu grabbed the old man's neck with one hand and lifted him up in the air, as if he was holding a little chicken.
Feng Xiao's golden sword sat on the back of Spartacus, and the strong man's whole head sank into the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
Li Xuanchen folded his hands behind his head and was retying his warrior braid. There was a shadow cocoon floating beside him, with half a sickle poking out of the cocoon.
"Eh?!" Li Xuanchen blinked his eyes slightly and waved: "Ajun, you are faster than I thought."
Wang Jun nodded, "Brother Chen, please get some hemostatic spray."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Li Xuanchen asked casually.
"You fucking idiot, that girl's hands and feet are bleeding, and it's almost turning into a stream. Can't you see that Wang Jun broke the tendons of her hands and hamstrings?"
Feng Xiao spat and hit Li Xuanchen directly on the back.
Li Xuanchen staggered two steps, stretched out his hands to rub his back, his fingertips touched the wet saliva, and when he pinched it gently, it seemed that there was still a little bit of semi-solidified solid.
Withdrawing his hand as if he was electrocuted, he turned around and saw that his fingertips were stained with white foam, and the foam was mixed with greenish-yellow "miniature slimes".
Thick phlegm? Nose?
Li Xuanchen cursed: "Gan!!!"
Squatting down at ten times the speed, his thumb and index finger frantically rubbed against the dust on the ground.
Feng Ya recovered from the fear caused by the murderous intention. She pressed her forehead against the sand, and her upside-down perspective was just enough to see Li Xuanchen's delay.
After exhaling a breath, she switched to social awesomeness mode and said:
"Hey, hey, hey, there are hundreds of ghost statues everywhere on this mountain. If you don't save me, I will bleed to death."
Li Xuanchen raised his head and curled his lips, "Here, here it is."
A round hole opened in the shadow space, and right next to Fengya's mouth, a red and white striped cylindrical spray rolled out.
"Uncle, can you be more attentive? Don't you see that people can't move on their own?"
Uncle, sister, your whole family is uncle... The corners of Li Xuanchen's eyes twitched fiercely, and veins popped up on his forehead, "Ajun, take care of your trophies."
…………
On the top of the mountain, the ridge is like a broken blade.
The bare rocks and rolling clouds in the sky are the only backgrounds.
Long Yun is about forty or fifty years old. Her hair, stubble, and hair are all as lush as a forest. She wears an animal skin skirt around her waist and holds a white bone mace.
With a loud bang, the bone rod knocked away a huge boulder and flew to the ground towards the tall man ten meters away.
Along the way, the rocks are protruding and pushing up rock thorns.
The tall and tall man's name is Xiao Ye, his face is covered with a full-face blood-red mask, and there is a light red half-moon between his eyebrows.
This symbol also belongs to the Hunter Guild, and is one level higher than the rank of Bright Crescent Moon - captain level.
His eyes are strangely shaped, with their openings facing downwards and curved like crescent moons, as if they are always sending funny expressions to the people around him.
"Pause for a moment, I feel the extra breath."
Xiao also raised his palms and spoke in a serious tone.
The boulder seemed to have been disturbed by a force field, cracking apart from the middle and turning into dust.
The protruding rock spurs on the ground were flattened by his feet.
"You kid has been laughing at me, and you are still thinking about the saint's relics in our wilderness temple. You won't fight if you don't want to fight?"
Long Yun swelled his chest muscles, sprayed out huge force, and swung the bone-breaking stick straight with the force of splitting the Huashan Mountain.
Xiao Ye shook his head incomprehensibly, retreated lightly, and said: "Your people have a hundred-eyed ghost. They have been waiting below. Don't you want to know what happened?"
"I don't care about those nonsense." Long Yun snorted coldly, staring directly at Xiao Ye.
"You really don't care?" Xiao Ye dodged and followed the temptation, "Then just wait for others to take advantage of you."
"You're still fucking laughing at me?" Long Yun charged forward and struck eighteen times in a row. Each attack was accompanied by a shout of "die to me!"
Retreating to the edge, with no way to retreat, Xiao Ye clasped his hands together and clamped the bone rod violently.
Looking at Long Yun's copper bell-like pupils, he took a deep breath and explained:
"I never laughed from the beginning to the end."
Long Yun struggled to pull out the bone stick and said angrily: "Where are you lying?"
"My fucking eyes were born like this, what can I do? Ah! I'm helpless too." Xiao Ye roared loudly, and the sound waves expanded to a radius of ten miles.
Long Yun was stunned and felt some inexplicable sympathy, "Really?"
"Believe it or not!" Xiao Ye took a step aside and released his hands.
Boom!!!
The bone rod hit the ground, leaving a deep pit, and the gravel rolled down with soil.
Long Yun hesitated for half a second and stared at Xiao Ye's back.
Not far down the mountain, the little man hiding quickly shouted: "Elder, our brothers have been taken care of, and a group of people are charging up the mountain."
Long Yun raised her eyebrows and moved her lips slightly.
Xiao also turned his head and spread his hands, "I said so."
Long Yun raised her eyebrows continuously and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Don't look at me. I want to beat you up when I look at you."
Xiao turned his head and shouted to the little man: "Have those people met my team members?"
"Yes, we met." The little man replied honestly.
Xiao Ye felt a little reassured. Each of the team members were at level 3 and were quite strong. As long as they were not detoured, that would be fine.
The little man shouted: "Those four of your team members are not good enough. They were knocked down in less than 3 minutes of fighting."
A sigh of relief surged up in his heart, and Xiao Ye raised his voice an octave higher: "Ah?!"
The little man climbed to the top of the mountain and recited the information conveyed by the hundred-eyed ghost.
After a moment of silence, Long Yun and Xiao also looked at each other.
The latter proposed: "A truce, and give priority to eliminating third-party interference."
The former thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, the characteristics of that group of people are obviously more like those from the city. We are all wilderness forces, so we should deal with them first."