Wang Jin stabbed Wei Shan in front of him with his claw and handed over his gun.
It's a pity... when the high imitation Wei Shan slowly disappeared into nothing, the pistol also disappeared with it.
But Wang Jin did not feel depressed.
He didn't have time to be depressed either.
The scene around him suddenly blurred, providing the best cover for the sneak attack doctor.
Ding!
The iron claw knocked off the scalpel and left a tragic wound on the white coat.
"Is this an illusion?"
Wang Jin pointed to the blurry scene beside him and casually grabbed Su Xi's throat.
Seeing the other party kneeling on the ground and struggling continuously, Wang Jin's expression changed.
"It won't bleed, which is a pity."
It's a small pity that we can't make the scarlet armed forces become more and more courageous in fighting.
"snort!"
A cold snort sounded, and the old figure suddenly appeared in front of Wang Jin, reaching out to him.
Wang Jin did not resist, but let the iron claws turn into countless fragments and fly towards the opponent.
Slowly.
Lu Zhishou frowned, looking quite strenuous.
When the scarlet armed forces finally arrived, he happily extended his hand.
Then it was crushed to pieces.
"You dare to steal anything, you can't use this thing."
Reaching out and patting the returning iron claw, Wang Jin smiled.
The scarlet weapon is made by merging a short sword.
That secret ritual is very interesting, and you will have a bright future if you know who to follow.
"Juesheng!"
At the same time that Lu Zhi's head turned into fragments, Wu Zhuo in the distance suddenly shouted.
The eyes turned snow-white, with a vague word "生" written in them.
Life was cut off...but not completely cut off.
A dark green mist rose from Wang Jin's body, and the cursed vitality spread like a plague.
It's impossible to stop it at all.
"I can only imitate 30% of the original owner...it's really not that good."
Wang Jin sighed, called out the paradise flag with his backhand, and then threw it out.
It hit Wu Zhuo's head accurately.
"You kid, be careful and don't rub your dirty paws around."
"It's very troublesome to wash the flag, it's really..."
An angry voice sounded, sounding a bit like a nagging empty nester.
Wang Jin shrugged and took back the flag that had turned into a fruit knife.
It seems that old Pete doesn't like Iron Claw who always associates with flesh and blood.
It's normal, after all, it doesn't suit the status of the Prince of Paradise.
But Wang Jin is a pragmatist.
As long as it's useful.
Gaba.
A crisp sound came, and Wang Jin felt his movements stagnant.
But it only goes so far.
The doctor's weird deceleration ability couldn't trap Wang Jin, let alone a high imitation.
"Tsk."
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and patted the pear-shaped shovel flying behind him.
This group of imitators is not very capable, but they are quite large in number.
Wang Jin couldn't kill them all in a short while.
On the contrary, they can cooperate with each other and make up for their shortcomings.
From a certain perspective, this is dangerous.
Phew!
The iron claws tore apart the layer of black mist on Kong E's body, leaving a hole in his chest and abdomen.
With only 30% of the original strength of Evil Slough, it was unable to protect Kong E in front of Wang Jin.
Whoosh——
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Wang Jin, who was about to continue applying the knife, subconsciously ducked and avoided the scalpel.
"It seems that no matter what time, you are the most troublesome."
The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the man who took away Kong E.
doctor.
This mentally ill person who originally didn't care about the life or death of others was now quickly stitching up Kong E's wounds.
It was at this time that Wang Jin understood why the other party was called a doctor.
The original hole was forcibly sewn together, but the filling was flesh and blood that came from unknown sources.
Strangely, the aura on Kong E's body gradually became stable.
Only one-third of the medical skills were able to bring Kong E back from hell.
Evil Slough protects the body again, extending the life of extremely evil people.
"One high imitation patient treated another high imitation patient... and it was successful."