The muscles on the skinny and withered arms were taut, and the blue blood vessels clearly protruded, entangled like vines on the old tree trunks.

Zuo Zhen is holding a folding knife, which is stained with taboo blood. Even after being separated from the body, they are still extremely active, like strong acid, corroding the materials they come into contact with.

The folding knife made a dense sound of bubbles, and Zuo Zhenzhen vibrated the knife to spread the blood stains on it.

"What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz?"

Zuo Zhen whispered, Roger's weirdness was far beyond their imagination, but it was also true that during this long time, the blood had been refined in his body, constantly purifying, until it reached the end of sublimation.

There are often stories like this in Jiuxia, some guys will turn into monsters if they live too long.

After all, everyone is mortal, only monsters are not.

He retreated suddenly, and some holes corroded by blood appeared in his clothes. He raised his gun, and after Zuo Zhen withdrew from the range, he pulled the trigger.

The angry bullet was fired at a short distance. As expected, it hit Roger's body, but failed to penetrate. The cold iron stayed in his body, as if it was caught by flesh and blood, but the next moment could be counted.

Ten kilograms of ammunition were poured towards it.

Like a flower in full bloom, it blooms with brilliant colors deep in the dark underground.

While Zuo Zhen withdrew from the attack range, the hidden Cai Gongs emerged from the shadows one after another and opened fire at Roger. Countless firelights shone and burst out, and heavy projectiles repeatedly hit each other in this confined space.

echo.

Zuo Zhen stared ahead coldly, the intensive gunshots stinging his eardrums, and the constant splash of firelight illuminated his pupils.

He didn't move or look away, he just stared straight ahead at Roger, who was shrouded in fire.

The splashing smoke and fire made it difficult for Zuo Zhen to observe Roger clearly, but he could still see Roger's twisted posture from the illuminated silhouette.

Zuo Zhen did it. Under the influence of [Wangchuan], he shattered Roger's heart with one blow and cut off his head with one knife. Logically speaking, this was enough to kill him, regardless of whether he was a demon or a monster.

Witcher.

Unless...unless before that, he used the [gap] to invade and escape.

But it doesn't matter, at least Zuo Zhen can kill Roger's body here.

Inhaling hard, taking the turbid air into his mouth, supporting his heart and lungs, Zuo Zhen drank loudly.

"Don't run away! Roger Cruz."

Zuo Zhen's expression was furious, his iconic smile no longer existed, his old skin was piled together, and under his angry pupils, it seemed that at a certain moment, he had turned into a monster similar to Roger.

"I came all the way here, don't let me down!"

Zuo Zhen injected a large amount of Flordelen's medicine into his body and threw away the empty medicine.

The neck was scarlet, and under the blood, excessive amounts of medicine were rushing through his blood vessels, and his consciousness began to be continuously strengthened and awakened.

It has been a long time since Zuo Zhen looked at the world in front of him so clearly. Everything became extremely real, and the interference of erosion was also weakening. Combined with the protection of antimemetics, he even felt that he would not be harmed by erosion.

Scarlet blood overflowed from the edges of his pupils, and blood fell from the tip of his nose together with the fallen injection, shattering into powder on the ground.

This feels great, great.

Under the bone-chilling chill, life becomes so vivid, just like the contrast between light and shadow.

He held two knives in his hands, cold metal, with the intent of death.

Zuo Zhen strode forward, and at this moment, the sound of gunfire came to an end, and then the terrifying erosion was released in front of his eyes, like the torrent of a broken dam, they were rushing through the narrow space, and the sound of metal shattering

Continuously, one holy silver crown after another was broken.

Silver-white fragments fell from above, like snow dust, stained with blood.

This did not affect Zuo Zhen. Under the protection of many powers, he is now far stronger than expected, and his heart has been there since he stepped here... No, as early as the moment he left Jiuxia,

He was already prepared.

The smoke and dust in front of him slowly dispersed, and the ferocious scarlet shadow was revealed.

"It's so ugly."

Zuo Zhen laughed.

Rather than saying that it was a human being, it was better to say that it was some kind of monster that mimicked a human being. Scarlet flesh and blood were wrapped around the pale bones. Clothes riddled with holes were hung between the flesh and blood. Blood vessels were hung like cables, and internal organs were hung between them.

It was also exposed, and as it squirmed with force, the blood holes penetrated by bullets continued to overflow with blood.

Zuo Zhen could see the knife wound he had left. On the bone section, countless tiny tentacles were extending from the bone marrow, and the bone was proliferating at the speed of the naked eye, healing the wound and reconnecting the section.

"I'm just saying this won't kill you."

Facing such a strange and powerful enemy, Zuo Zhen's expression remained unwavering, and his hand holding the knife was as stable as iron.

"Who are you?"

The voice was hoarse, with a winter-like chill.

The monster held its severed head, and one red thread after another connected the head to the section. It lifted it up, just like installing a machine, and pushed the head back. The scars of the wound were also healing rapidly, and in the end only the overflowing remains were left.

Blood.

Roger's hair was disheveled and his face was covered by shadows, but his crazy eyes could still be vaguely seen.

No, that's not an eye pupil. Compared to an eye pupil, Zuo Zhen thinks it's more like a... door.

A door to the unknown, a door to the bottom of the abyss.

Roger was just a medium, something was hiding in the deep darkness, peering at him through Roger's eyes.

Zuo Zhen showed a ferocious smile, looked directly into his deep eyes, and then replied.

"Nobody."

Stepping forward, a long distance was crossed in an instant. His old body seemed to regain its youth, and the two swords turned into deceitful strips of light under the rapid speed.

In an instant, both swords came at once.

Cut open the flesh and blood, split the collarbone, and sink into the flesh and blood. Then the two knives suddenly spread out and roughly tore off Roger's arms.

Blood overflowed and burned holes one after another when it fell on the clothes. When it fell on the skin, there was a burning pain.

It was as if Roger's blood was liquid fire.

Zuo Zhen cut through the flames.

The knife is very fast.

Zuo Zhen felt the same way. This was probably the fastest sword he had ever wielded in his life, as fast as thunder and as fast as the wind.

If he is fighting with people or monsters, such a knife can easily kill the enemy, even a demon hunter can kill him with one blow.

But unfortunately Zuo Zhen is facing Roger, one of the most hated monsters in the world.

He can kill living beings, but he cannot kill monsters.

Roger's counterattack also broke out at this moment. This monster named Roger Cruz finally gave up the disguise of a human and began to advance towards even more crazy aberrations.

Bones proliferate rapidly, intertwining with flesh and blood.

The sharp bone spear expanded from his torso and stabbed Zuo Zhen ferociously, but Zuo Zhen was faster than him, and the veins on his arms popped out, as if they would burst through the skin in the next second.

Zuo Zhen could see everything very clearly. Under the overdose of Florund's medicine, he could even observe the dust spilling in the air.

He saw the bone spears coming one after another. He didn't need to think too much, just leave everything to the instinct of fighting. Therefore, the sharp sound of metal cutting the air sounded in the air, and then the bone spears that came were broken one by one.

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"drink!"

Zuo Zhen breathed and vibrated the knife, like a master of swordsmanship. With bones shattering and flying, he approached Roger's torso.

With a ready strike, the folding knife was thrown, accurately hitting Roger's face, piercing his jaw, and exiting along the back of his head.

Raising his hand, Zuo Zhen ripped off the clothes and armor on his body, leaving his upper body bare, and swung the clothes forward, blocking the spray of blood and blinding Roger's vision.

The bone spears smashed the fallen clothes into pieces. They thought they could penetrate Zuo Zhen, but they only penetrated a piece of air. Looking around, Zuo Zhen seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

The sharp folding knife stabbed out of Roger's back and penetrated his heart again.

Roger turned his head slightly and saw the madness that made him happy.

"Antimemetic?"

Roger's voice was hoarse and sharp, and the bloody folding knife was still stuck in his head. The scene at the moment was completely weird no matter how you looked at it.

"Is it so easy to be seen through?" Zuo Zhen held the folding knife and said with a wry smile, "This is a unique skill that I am proud of."

"very nice."

Roger appreciated, and he wanted to say something more, but another folding knife pierced his throat, blocking his words.

There was a "clicking" friction sound, and two more deadly folding knives unfolded. It was only at this moment that Roger saw Zuo Zhen clearly.

There were cloth belts tied around his upper body and waist, and they were covered with folded knives. His flesh and blood were old and withered, and they were covered with scars from his youth, densely intertwined.

Zuo Zhen is like a mottled sword. On his thin body, the lines of his ribs are clearly visible, and there are a lot of brown spots on his skin, like a layer of yellow cloth wrapping his bones.

His chest rose and fell violently, and his heart made a thumping sound. Every rise and fall was a test for this old body.

His sense of existence was thin. If Roger didn't deliberately pay attention to Zuo Zhen, it seemed that Zuo Zhen would disappear from his awareness in the next second, just like he did just now.
To be continued...