Cyber Daming

At the other end of the post road, next to a Wuzui car that had been blown into scrap metal.

A large bloody gash was cut on his chest. Xie Bian, who had fallen into a coma, was put to the ground with his head resting on Chen Qisheng's thigh.

The blood-stained painted skin put his hands into the wound and groped back and forth. His movements were quite weird. He didn't know whether he was playing with it or planting something.

In such a cold weather, there were fine beads of sweat sliding down her temples.

"Isn't this Nongxu girl a little too aggressive? Even if the medical equipment is blown up, there is no need to use such powerful methods, right?"

Chen Qisheng, who was acting as a cushion, was so shocked by the scene in front of him that his hair went numb. He could only force himself to stop looking and raised his eyes to look at the back blocking him.

That figure is not tall and straight, but it always stands tall.

"Huhu."

Fan Wujiu, who had been transformed into a mechanical body, originally no longer had to use his nose to breathe.

But at this moment, he was exhausted to the extreme. His chaotic brain was subconsciously panting heavily with the instincts of his childhood, trying his best to relieve his mental fatigue.

He was holding the curled Xiuchun Dao in his right hand, and holding the trigger of the 'Beiwei' with his left hand. His red prosthetic eyes were staring at the three remaining enemies in front of him.

"Huapi, how are you doing, Xiaobai?" Fan Wujiu shouted without looking back.

"My internal organs are burned, but I still have one breath left."

There was a rare tremor in Huapi's voice, and for the first time, a look of panic appeared on her face.

"Okay, I stuffed the missing weapon into my stomach and fired a shot, but it didn't even kill you. Xiaobai, you have made a lot of progress secretly."

Unfortunately, Fan Wujiu's joke was destined to receive no response.

"You should go to sleep peacefully and recuperate your energy first. When you get to Qianhu Station, you will have to fight with those turtle boys on your own!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the buzzing started.

Fan Wujiu's body was submerged in the restless sound waves of the weapon heart, his whole body was constantly clanking, and his body became thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mechanical heart 'Elai', which entered the overclocked state, finally had enough power to activate the silent amplification machinery in the limbs. The stacked mechanical bones burst the bionic skin, and milky white bionic blood fell like rain.

A warning message appeared in the dark red prosthetic eye, and the curled Xiuchun knife immediately cut out a cold and cruel arc, and went straight to kill an enemy in front of him.

clang!

The moment the Xiuchundao was smashed open by a punch, the muzzle of 'Beiwei' was already in front of the opponent's face!

boom!

The exploding shot directly broke off one of the opponent's arms, but Fan Wujiu was also kicked in the chest by the opponent, and his body kept falling backwards.

Snow was flying and the ground was shaking.

At the moment when his retreating heel was about to touch Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu stabbed the knife into the ground with his backhand, forcibly stopping his retreat.

"We can't retreat. If I step on Xiaobai, Brother Jun will take off my skin?" Fan Wujiu let out a sad sigh from his lowered head.

He slowly raised his head, his bloody eyes looking around at the three martial arts figures in front of him who were planning to slowly kill him, and then he suddenly crashed out again!

Fan Wujiu, who was alone, rushed towards the person in the middle with a fierce momentum,

call!

Fan Wujiu leaned down to avoid a slashing long knife, which blocked another sharp blade slashing from the side and behind. He raised his "Beiwei" with his left hand and pointed it in front of him, and pressed his index finger on the trigger to pull the trigger. move!

At this moment, a hand suddenly came over, grabbed the gun body of 'Beiwei', and pushed the muzzle into the sky.

Stab!

The gun body undergoes slight but fatal mechanical deformation under the huge grip force.

But the index finger that was on the trigger still pressed it without hesitation!

boom!

The hot metal fragments wrapped around the two severed flesh and blood fingers and flew in all directions.

Wu Xu, who dared to grab the gun with his bare hands, had no idea that Fan Wu Jiu would be so cruel. He actually pulled the trigger even though he knew the gun would explode, and chose to exchange injuries with him.

With lingering fear, he punched Fan Wujiu in the heart. Without waiting for the figure to fly backwards, he stretched out his hand to grab Fan Wujiu's left arm. He straightened the arm with a tug. With his right hand, he raised the knife and removed it directly. robotic arm.

"grass!"

An angry roar erupted from Fan Wu Jiu's mouth, and his remaining right arm was waving the twisted Xiuchundao randomly.

In the explosion just now, a fragment as long as a finger was inserted into his right eye. The damage to his visual equipment caused him to retreat and defend.

In front of the wreckage of the Wuzui car that was burned into a charred black frame, Fan Wujiu bit the knife in his mouth and stretched his right hand out in front of his eyes.

Phew!

The pulled-out gun barrel fragment brought out a damaged prosthetic eye, and the nerves connected to it were abruptly severed.

The severe pain that could make an ordinary person faint didn't seem to affect Fan Wu Jiu at all.

He grabbed the Xiuchundao again, and the cracked tip of the knife swept across the three sect Wu Xu with cold expressions in front of him. His expression was stern, and his eyes did not look like a trapped animal, but more like an unruly lone wolf.

"You three are useless martial arts, you can't do it."

Fan Wujiu's eyes were contemptuous, and he shook the blade at the three of them, "Come on!"

The moment he finished speaking, the three Wu Xu from the Huangshi Group suddenly took a step back, with horrified looks on their faces!

Fan Wujiu looked stunned when he saw this, and his one eye subconsciously glanced behind him.

At some point, three carved talismans with cyan luster floated above his shoulders and above his head.

At the same time, a weak and tired voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Fan Wu Jiu, are you afraid of becoming an ignorant Yellow Turban warrior?"

Fan Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Is it life or death?"

"Life is worse than death."

"Can that kill them?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem." There was a touch of admiration in Chen Qisheng's voice.

"That's OK!"

Fan Wu Jiu grinned, "You won't lose if you kill one, but you will earn misery if you kill them all. I'm not afraid of death, so why should I be afraid that life would be worse than death?"

"Then... come on."

The moment the last word fell, three suspended carved talismans suddenly fell down and stuck to Fan Wujiu's shoulders and top of his head respectively.

These three places are called "Three Flowers" in the Taoist order.

The cyan carved talisman and seal were deeply embedded into the machine body. Countless scriptures spread throughout Fan Wujiu's machine body at an extremely fast speed. Even where there was only a hole left for his right eye, there were scriptures taking root. .

It's like sewing, but also like reinforcing.

The only part of the entire machine body that is not covered by scriptures is the chest cavity.

However, the buzzing sound from the heart of the machine was as loud as a drum at this moment!

"I have not invaded your weapon heart. You must resist it, otherwise you will be turned into a Yellow Turban warrior. How can I explain to Li Jun?"

Chen Qisheng leaned on the ruins of the car body and looked into the distance.

The wind and snow were howling there, and no matter how hard you tried, you could only see two blurry figures.

"This time I'm really going to lose my pants. Li Jun, you have to live up to your expectations. Otherwise, Master Dao, I will have no choice but to write off my life and go back to Bai Yujing to rebuild!"

Chen Qisheng was mumbling some incomprehensible words, and he pulled open the front of his coat, revealing the cultural shirt that reads "Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao Believers Memorial".

He reached under his cultural shirt and took out a special talisman with a golden light on his face.

"This is Bai Yujing's authority that I only obtained after I became Shanshui Lang, Taoist Master."

Chen Qichang sighed, and finally threw the talisman high into the sky.

The talisman hovered in the air, spinning on its own. The golden luster emerging on the surface was constantly rising and dying like breathing, and it was alternating between light and dark like some kind of signal.

After doing all this, Chen Qisheng leaned forward and fell into the snow, looking resigned to his fate.

"Life and death are determined by fate and wealth. If this back-up plan to press the bottom of the box doesn't work, then I'll really be at my wits' end."

Today's status is not very good, and the chapters promised to be updated can only be put in tomorrow. Dear helmsmen, please forgive me. I will finish writing the following content after Wen Xi has a good sleep.