Abyss Express

Chapter 396 Operator # 3

Shake off the sticky bright red grease from the spine of the sword——

——The pulpy red soup is like the blood of a steed. The high temperature of Belloberg can't dry the mechanical lubricants of these armored beasts. It needs to shake off the dirt on the blade to keep it sharp.

The cold wind blows from south-southwest to north-northeast.

It is like the weapon of [North Wind · Shuofeng], it will adjust the wind direction according to the will of the general.

Originally, the meteor was leeward, but after a few breaths, the oncoming ice slag and cold rain hit his cheeks sore, his eyes were irritated, but he dared not blink.

Can this guy control the wind and rain? This is his soul power?

outrageous

Meteor thought so, and gripped Belloberg's handle tightly, holding the sword in an unbiased lunge and looking at the opponent at a distance of more than ten meters.

Hot air spewed out from the gaps in his mouth, and he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes tightly locked on the steel body of the armored warrior. Stimulated by the cold rain, the soft flesh of the eyelids and brow arches was so itchy that he didn't dare to be distracted.

A smear of bright orange plasma molecules vibrates the blade of the sword and lights up. The iron boots of the warrior general move slowly on the asphalt road, and the knife gradually shifts as it goes.

The wind and rain splashed on Shuofeng's armor, causing the high temperature of the nuclear furnace to steam into white mist. Even if the meteor was far away, the meteor could still hear the humming of the motor shaft in the other party's body rotating at high speed. It felt so strange—— It's like the engine of a new energy vehicle is accumulating energy.

[That's Mingkong's spirit body! The real name of Hunwei is [Phenomena · Strange Power and Chaos God]. This kind of soul power is related to water, ice, steam or liquid, and supercritical plasma. ·Strange Power and Chaos God] is a magical weapon that was developed and researched by reverse engineering. ]

[To obtain molecular materials in a supercritical state, expensive energy costs need to be invested in engineering laboratories, and the parameters related to temperature and pressure are very strictly controlled. ]

[However, [Phenomena · Strange Forces and Chaos Gods] can help scientific researchers make trial and error, and consume only the mental power of Igarashi Mingkong. Based on supercritical water, we have made many scientific research advances in the field of materials, including C60 Soccerene and MCFC fuel cells]

"Let's talk later"

Meteor has no time to listen to the great achievements of the undead, and wants the hot wind to stop.

There are more and more clouds and mist lingering around the general's body, they are like the light of the gods, like the white silk flying in all directions, like the dharma body of Thor in Ukiyo-e, a phantom body formed by the magnetic storm air mass.

The image of [Phenomena · Strange Power and Chaos God] is almost exactly the same as this Iron Armored Warrior. Perhaps Igarashi Mingkong created a skeleton for himself during his lifetime, using the soul power as a reference to create a steel body for the spirit body.

The moment the water vapor completely enveloped Shuo Feng's figure——

——Meteor only felt the strong wind hit his face!

A pitch-black spearhead suddenly shoots from the fog. The blade of the big spear hides the long shaft. Its travel route is not like that of an arrow. It is not twisting the shaft in the air to maintain balance. It is like a spinning bullet piercing the air. , came so suddenly!

Meteor didn't even react, Homo sapiens' reflexes couldn't catch this bullet-like spear attack that was close at hand, and when [Mr. Wham Rap·Wei Meng] blocked the blow for him, his mind once again Hit sonicly—

——Shuo Feng almost followed the spearhead from the fog.

The sonic explosion of the spear head overwhelmed the sprint of the armored warrior, the big knife came so fast and so urgently!

Meteor rushed to fight with Belloberg, and fought and retreated at a messy pace. Seeing the enemy's fierce attack, the blade removed the big sword from the main hand to obstruct it. To protect the master——Ah Xing is struggling with the power of the soul.

When Belloberg collided with this carbon sword, steel chips and iron filings came out, and the meteor staggered and lost his balance repeatedly. As the wind advanced, he had to take a step back—a duel between two-handed swords, compared with speed and line-changing ability , The comparison is the integration of reaction and offense and defense.

The battle had just begun, and Shuo Feng clung to the center line after taking the lead with his spear. He never left the center line again. Since then, he has made continuous progress and oppression, all of which are heading towards Meteor's swordsman, never letting go of the center line——

——It seems that Shuofeng also understands that with his height, he absolutely cannot give up the midline advantage.

The Meteor is 192 centimeters long. This soldier from Anonymous has a better field of vision and can see the whole situation from top to bottom. If the center line is given up, he will have room to launch a furious strike, which is his field of expertise .

Every time Meteor wants to regroup and take the rhythm back into his hands, and wants to sacrifice part of his torso in exchange for a chance to attack, the vicious broadsword plays tricks in the hands of the iron armored warrior, switching hands back and forth around the crescent helmet and arms to cut right Anti-frame——

——Shuo Feng's slashing and thrusting all went towards Meteor's wrist, telling him to retreat again and again!

Meteor's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the more he beat, the more frightened he became.

This is the first time he has lost the upper hand in the part of fighting with cold weapons. During the thirty-one rounds of chasing battle, he only felt the back of his hands were cold, and his eyes were already red from the wind and rain, but he didn't dare to blink for fear Close your eyes, a few fingers will fly out!

Belloberg's cross sword made Gao Zhoubo slash and fly! The finger guards were scraped together with the skin and flesh, almost hurting the tendons of his hands. If his stride was not many times longer than that of this fierce warrior, his hands would have been chopped into a famous Cantonese dish, Chen Tianji pork knuckles.

——This guy's ability to judge the length of weapons is terrible! Obviously I haven't fought before, the big knife is only a little bit longer than Beloberg, but he can always squeeze me out of the attack range for free prostitution

Is this the computing power of the robot?

Meteor continued to retreat with his sword, almost straightened his body, swayed and jumped. In this state, he couldn't make a powerful attack with his waist and horse together. Berg slashed too quickly, fearing that his eyes could not keep up with the enemy's thunderous blade.

Gold and iron strike each other endlessly. This chasing and fleeing sound came to round 51. Meteor took Shuo Feng around in a big circle, protecting his right hand, lest Shuo Feng cut off his arm, VENOM agency and Beloberg The moment of leaving the body, I am afraid it is the time of his death.

He felt like he was a hooked fish wrestling with a very patient fisherman!

Shuo Feng is short in stature, but he wields a 150-centimeter long scroll sword. Except for the occasional slashing and killing in advance, his steps are very steady, and he rarely leaves the ground.

This is what makes Meteor feel tricky. If this continues, he will not be able to compete with a robot with a mini nuclear furnace for endurance! But after twenty or so rounds, he will fall into the dead end due to exhaustion and imbalance!

[meteor! Take his great spear against him! ]

Before Hot Wind could finish speaking, Meteor had this intention and had already made a counterattack!

He dodged Shuo Feng's big knife again, and at the moment when the vertical slashing blade was getting old, his torso, which had twisted his upper limbs and leaned back, collapsed. His left arm suddenly propped up his body, and he turned back to regain his balance. Turning around like ringing a bell, he rolled up the big spear with his left hand, and handed out the spear head fiercely!

The hot wind exclaimed——

[—Be careful! ]

The thrusting spearhead deflected Shuofeng's sword-wielding hand.

Meteor takes advantage of the distance to return the spear and stab again!

Shuo Feng suddenly got up on his knees, trying to use his whole body to break away from the shooting star posture.

Meteor only felt that the strength of one arm was unsustainable, but he did not force it, and let the spearhead fly in the control of Shuo Feng's body-blocking block--before Shuo Feng took another step to charge.

Relying on his height advantage, Meteor just shook the iron shaft of the big spear lightly, and the spear stick came down fiercely, forcing Shuo Feng to sideways hide the knife to avoid, never wanting to show the big knife in front of him.

——This is the difference in size between Shuofeng and Meteor. With Shuofeng's wingspan to wield the long scroll sword, if the blade faces the enemy and then starts to slash, the torque limit will make the lever movement of the arm and the blade very cramped. Embarrassing, there are only so many options for attacking angles.

It was too late to say it, but Ah Xing, who had regained his rhythm, drew his spear and stabbed again.

Shuo Feng was short and wanted to hit the pole, so he lifted the knife and chopped off the spearhead, and only took two steps forward——

——Ah Xing raised his leg to hit the spear body, the slender iron rod was like a war hammer, and it cracked the Prajna mask on the armored warrior's face.

Shuo Feng tilted his head, and the iron whip-like spear was hit on one side, and he rolled out two or three times before getting back up.

Meteor exhaled a breath of foul air, his eyes were bloodshot, he lost his sanity after repeated vicious battles, and finally found a space to take a deep breath.

Shuo Feng's broadsword dragged and cut a scorched black crack on the asphalt road. The moment he stabilized his body, the cage gauntlet took off the broken visor, revealing a bloody face.

Seeing Shuo Feng's true face, Hot Wind murmured immediately.

[Igarashi Mingkong.]

The bright red hair can be seen from the gap of the hood. The essence of the Huasheng beast has completely transformed Shuofeng's brain. If other typical people will also do some protection, the artificial muscles and part of the nerves are taken from the Huasheng beast.

The bright red hair like a Pompeii worm shows that there is nothing on Shuofeng's body that can be called human.

The warrior general regrouped, stood up with his sword drawn, and challenged Bu Meteor to fight.

"bring it on!"

Meteor didn't respond, his eyes were cold, feeling the oncoming wind and rain, he wanted to rest his overloaded brain for a while——

——Brother Ming said that this is a kind of chicken-stealing behavior. It seems that you can use this tactic to restore your physical strength when you meet an opponent who is strange but full of ritual.

Like previous military careers, in the high-pressure environment of street fighting, holding a gun and aiming at a point requires a high degree of concentration. Soldiers in Guangling Zhixi can hold a point and keep aiming for more than a minute.

Let’s change to a more intuitive, simple and easy-to-understand example—in FPS games, like CSGO’s gun aiming point, ordinary people can maintain the mounting point for ten seconds without moving, and they can use bullets to catch suddenly appearing targets. Excellent state of mind.

Meteor also needs to rest for a while after exhausting his energy during running and fleeing, and after the thrilling sword fight. Unlike Brother Xueming, he doesn't have such strong mental strength.

The samurai general only gave Meteor a five-second break—

——It seems to have noticed something.

Shuofeng's pair of compound sights quickly overlapped and locked, and from the flame pattern of the sixteen chrysanthemums, he finally found that the cunning enemy was breathing and recovering.

He strode forward with a knife and approached——

——Meteor raised the severed spear and stabbed again!

Shuo Feng didn't dodge, the sharp broken spear hit the square shoulder armor and went to the other side.

Meteor immediately abandoned the big spear and held Belloberg back with both hands—struggling with the sword!

The two swords collided, and the two of them wrestled like oxen, both gnashing their teeth and leaning forward to counteract!

Shuo Feng's short stature has no advantage in height, and he is almost tall with a copper-skinned and iron-framed body. He wants to push the cutting edge that tears everything up and press forward to cut through Meteor's shoulders, neck and torso!

Ah Xing felt that he was fighting against a jack, and Belloberg's radiant sharp blade was about to squeeze a way forward, completely splitting the iron lump in two from top to bottom!

From the changes in the output of the sword body and blade all the time, the postures of the two of them holding the sword are also fine-tuning, just like dancers on a wire. In other places, the wrists and fingers have to be cut open, the eyes have to be scratched, and the skull has to be dragged!

Shuo Feng raised his leg to step on the Meteor's foot, but he caught the opponent's counter kick, and the steel boots smashed the asphalt road with cracks.

The moment his legs were out of balance, raging flames burst out in front of his eyes, and Beloberg had the upper hand, like a warhammer falling unstoppably!

This strange mechanical warrior made a decisive decision. He used to hold the back end of the handle with his right hand as a lever. Seeing that the center line was lost and the decline was irreversible, he immediately switched hands to press the back of the sword, trying to stop the fierce sword.

His waist is like soft chewing gum, his legs are still nailed to the spot, and his entire upper body is bent at ninety degrees. Transformers with front, back, left, and right sides.

Belloberg let this rotation force pull away, and chopped on the asphalt road. Meteor's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he saw Shuofeng's upper body quickly return to its original position, turning back together with a fierce chop.

He could hardly make any reaction, because he couldn't move after pulling out the sword with all his strength, and was frozen in place.

He could only watch helplessly as [Mr. Wham Rap·Wei Meng] went to stop the big knife, the bright red fist hit the saber tendon, and then left a horrible wound on half of his torso, the big knife cut open the stomach, to the root of the left thigh leave the body.

At that moment, Meteor didn't seem to understand what happened. When the severe pain hit, the body transformed by the VENOM mechanism finally spilled hot blood. The pain stimulated his sensitive nerves, and the moment the door of death opened to him, he suddenly woke up.

Shuofeng didn't hesitate, the blood-stained long scroll knife threw out a scarlet ice flower, and immediately continued to attack the meteor.

Meteor didn't dare to move rashly, he didn't know how serious his injuries were, and Hot Wind didn't even dare to speak.

If he retreated further, he might be able to last a few rounds, but the gash in his stomach would become deeper and deeper, the blood would flow more and more, and his muscles would lose strength, so there would be no chance of victory.

He could feel the special ability of [Phenomena · Strange Power and Chaos God] affecting his physical body. The moment he was seriously injured by the knife, his blood seemed to turn into ice cubes, and an indescribable cold surrounded him. It only took twenty seconds, and maybe his heart would also turn into a lump of ice.

Where is the next blow coming from?

Above or below?

This guy has great left and right hands.

He must be stopped halfway.

I can't die here.

Help! I need a pivot!

I need a helping hand!

At the moment when life and death were decided, Belloberg's light went out. A thick layer of ice flowers grew out of Meteor's belly, and he felt that his left leg had betrayed him.

Shuofeng's execution attack has come!

Jump from top to bottom and break through the strong wind!

Belloberg, who had lost his light, stabbed forward. It was clenched tightly by its pitch-black arms, and almost lost half of its strength. Meteor didn't know if he could intercept the enemy's life-threatening slash. He had already lost his aim. The left hand couldn't use any strength, so he could only use the sword along with the right arm——

——The big sword once again shone with fiery light in the middle of the assassination.

Shuofeng's broadsword just started to cut, it cut into Meteor's shoulder and was about to reach the heart. It was as if he had hit a sharp rock, and when Belloberg picked it up, the steel spine at the larynx broke in two, and he lost all his strength at once.

Meteor's body suddenly poured blood like rain, and the ice flowers on his belly melted instantly.

He fell forward and was almost paralyzed along with Shuo Feng's weak iron body. When kneeling on the ground, his arms trembled violently. He finally got the electrolyte solution and wanted to give himself an injection, but found that his eyes were blind!

His left arm didn't work at all, he was breathing heavily, trying to clear his head, but the blood flowing out of his body was too much, too much, too much!

[Step Meteor! Inject electrolytes! ]

Hot Wind eagerly reminded the host, but Meteor couldn't do it, the moment the adrenaline subsided, he lost control of his body.

In just a few seconds, a little light came out from Shuofeng's steel skeleton.

[Oops, this fucking guy is not dead! ]

Meteor could only feel that the dark wound in his stomach started to strike again, a chill came from between his torso and pleura, and his heart was about to freeze.

In the next second, FE204863 stepped on Shuo Feng's head. The muzzle of Jing Guang's gun exploded, and the heavy bullet penetrated into Shuo Feng's eye socket. The soft brass jacket wrapped in a steel core bounced in this strong head, and finally sent him back to hell.

Fragrant Dream just wanted to grab the electrolyte solvent.

Liushisan immediately shouted: "Use this!"

He took out the panacea from the carrying package, which was a small gift from Sansan teacher Tuo Xueming to his lover.

Meteor was dying and waking up from the state of death. It took a long time, almost three minutes.

He felt that his icy body had finally warmed up. The volume of ice was larger than that of water. Shuofeng's soul power attack almost swelled and burst all the large blood vessels in his body, and his heart was also necrotic. It was a miracle that he survived.

Hot Wind didn't dare to speak. From its point of view, Shuo Feng wanted to kill a person, and the process was too simple and too fast. As long as the water flow controlled by [Phenomena · Strange Power and Chaos God] is injected into the enemy's body, even if it is only 200 milliliters, it can cause serious myocardial infarction. Whether it freezes the blood, or boils it—this kind of soul-power attack is very deadly for Homo sapiens.

The panacea circulated in Meteor's body for twelve full circles, and finally repaired the tattered body.

His consciousness has not yet returned to his body, as if his brain has been deprived of oxygen for too long, lying on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

After a while, Liushisan kicked the little brother.

"Wake up!"

With a jolt, Meteor suddenly turned over and got up.

"Brother Ming!? Why are you here?"

FE204863 hasn't spoken yet——

"—You're not Brother Ming!" Bu Liuxing was immediately alert.

Liu Shisan was a little surprised by this kid's reaction.

"How do you know?"

Bu Liuxing sat on the ground, pointing at Liusan's chest guard: "Brother Ming won't hang a secondary weapon on his chest!"

Liusan was quite surprised, took out Teacher Sansan's red scarf from the carrying bag, and threw it to Meteor.

"Nice to meet you."

When Meteor got the scarf, he smelled Teacher Sansan, and suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, finally convinced that Jiang Xueming in front of him was not an enemy.

"Who are you? Is it Brother Ming's mental model?"

Fragrant Fantasy held back for a long time——

"—let me tell! let me tell! let me tell!"

Sixty-three covered the mouth of the big steel cat, smiling brightly, like an evil villain who played tricks.

"I'm FE204863."

Now Ah Xing was stunned, as if his brain had crashed, and it was difficult to understand this story. Fragrant Dream is full of unrequited expressions, it seems that the cat has lost something important in its life, and Feila is already overwhelmed.

Meteor didn't know what happened in the middle, but finally whispered something.

"You can't be my dad, can you?"

Sixty-three pulled the little brother up and led him to the troop carrier.

"right."