But it was obvious that the fat man was not such a person. After the weird uncle yelled twice, he suddenly picked it up and shouted: "Why are there any smell in your f*cking words!"
I chuckled, thinking that the fat man hadn't changed on the surface, but secretly, I just hoped that he would be more merciful to me, no matter what his thoughts were before or what he thinks now.
Time passed quietly, and the power in the formation had been accumulated to a zero point. If it is not released, it will be wasted. However, the fight in the sky has not yet come to an end. After all, we fought with the weird uncle for at least ten days.
Fatty has been beaten for five days now, and it will probably take at least another three to five days before he can be beaten again.
However, things developed beyond my imagination. The black fog in the sky suddenly dissipated, and I saw the weird uncle floating in the air, slashing the air. Li Ruoran and the fake female driver had disappeared. Originally, I thought it was the fat man who
The two men were beaten to death. Unexpectedly, the weird uncle suddenly froze, started to cry, and lashed out at himself with the thorn stick in his hand, and kept cursing: "Stupid, really stupid..."
If someone else forced the weird uncle to do this, I would still be surprised, but now that the fat man is taking action, I am not surprised at all. It seems that things should have happened this way, and it would be strange if it didn't happen this way.
Suddenly, there was a wave of fluctuation in the formation, which came from Fatty, who gave the order to attack!
I took a deep breath, and saw that the girls around me were each a little faster, and the aura coming out of their bodies was getting stronger and stronger, making my originally suppressed heart beat wildly again, and the veins of power in the formation also increased.
came to my mind clearly.
The next second, the attack power poured into my body. It was a sudden feeling of being inflated. It was clear that I was an ordinary balloon, but I was treated like a hot air balloon.
Almost unable to restrain myself, I made a gun gesture in my hand towards the weird uncle in the air, aimed and fired. In less than a second, there was a boom, a dark golden beam of light shot out from my hand, and arcs of electricity crackled around me.
I saw the weird uncle in the air let out a strange cry, barely dodged the extremely fast dark golden beam, and glared at me fiercely.
At the same time, power surged in again, and without any hesitation, I fired another pistol into the air, this time hitting the weird uncle's left calf. I screamed in agony, and he yelled that he wanted to kill me.
I said in my heart that you have killed me once before, but it is a pity that you did not kill me.
The attack force came almost every second, and the speed was getting faster and faster. I tried my best to steady my horse and ensure the accuracy of the attack. Time passed by, and I only felt that the meridians in my body had become a highway, and the road became wider.
The edges are firm.
But similarly, except for my meridians, other parts of my body have become shredded. Even my bones have become misaligned, and even the bones in my arms have cracked.
The pain almost eroded all my thoughts, but as long as I exuded a little clarity and precision to deal with the weird uncle in the sky, it was not difficult.
It's just that I don't know if some parts of my body will collapse during the next attack.
Apparently my body is more durable than I thought. All the bones in my hand have cracked. As long as I attach and support it with spiritual energy threads, I can still use it.
In about ten minutes, I had fired at least 500 dark golden beams into the air. The weird uncle was hit countless times by me, and he died again, lived again, lived again, more than forty times.
What is different from the past is that the weird uncle is extremely serious every time he dodges, as if he is facing a formidable enemy. This move makes me feel weird. After carefully searching with the aura silk, I found out that the attack guided by this formation has no
Let him absorb the excess power.
Once they are shot out, they are very powerful and destructive. If they are absorbed, more force will be used to smooth these forces, which is not worth the loss.
Although I understand this, when faced with the endless rebirth of the weird uncle, I have the feeling that an old man cannot survive the moment when his grandson gives birth to a baby.
Sure enough, not long after, my left hand exploded with a pop. Blood and flesh splashed onto my face, and some of the bone fragments penetrated deeply into my face. The burning pain spread instantly. I immediately put some effort into removing it.
They were squeezed out of the face, and in addition to pain there was blood spurting out. The destructive power had seeped into my bones, and even I would be eroded if it was contaminated.
Without my left hand, the pressure on my right hand was even greater. After several failed attacks, I reluctantly pressed my handless left arm against my right wrist to strengthen it.
At this time, I asked more than once in my mind, where did the fat man go? Is that black energy his true body?
Finally, twenty minutes later, my right hand collapsed. When it exploded, it was about to release a dark red beam, which directly scorched half of my face.
Seeing that the attack power was still instilling, I had no choice but to raise my arms, forcefully break through the meridians, guide them with spiritual energy threads, form hand cannons, and bombard the sky.
At the same time, I shouted: "Fat man, where are you! I can't hold on anymore!"
However, no one responded to me. I quickly glanced at the horizon and found that there seemed to be an extra figure over there. Thinking about it carefully, I didn't think he looked like a fat man. But I had basically identified that figure as a fat man. After all, he went to the ghost world so much.
For a long time, as the leader of the Black Tower Clan, it is not difficult to get another physical body.
I didn't know if the other side could hear my shouting, so I just yelled at the top of my lungs and said I couldn't hold it any longer.
But I saw the weird uncle in the sky laughed miserably and growled: "So that damn fat guy isn't here, I'm not worthy of you anymore!"
After saying that, I saw the weird uncle disappear in a flash, but not even half a second later I heard a tragic cry: "Oh, there's a trap!"
I was stunned for a moment, only to see an almost transparent figure diagonally above me. Now it was stuck in the air, with countless dark golden arcs crackling on its body. The figure gradually emerged, and it was the one who had disappeared just now.
Weird uncle.
So, how could I have missed such an excellent opportunity several times? I held my arms and fired at him several times, directly beating him to the ground and his whole body exploded, without any good piece of meat left.
According to my past experience, after two breaths, the weird uncle should just give up and wait for me to kill him and regenerate a new body. However, after four breaths, he has not regenerated a new body.
I was overjoyed, thinking that I had finally killed the weird uncle, but the cannon in my hand was still pointed at his body until he was completely blown into a pulp. Even if he was reduced to a pulp, because the attack power did not stop input,
I still dealt tons of damage, until there was no weird uncle anymore, only an empty space and charcoal dust drifting away in the wind.