From Prisoner to Si Chen

The ferocious flat-bottomed hammer with pointed teeth moved through the air.

Woo! !

It drew a blue-grey arc and hit a muscular monster hard on its bare forehead! The air was shaken by it!

The hammer is pressed and the gear rotates, instantly activating the internal ignition device.

Only a loud bang was heard.

The green high-temperature flames burst out, bloomed, and distorted the air.

This burly and muscular monster in prison uniform had his head blown open on the spot. Fragments of flesh and blood flew everywhere and were burned to ashes in the flames.

With the terrifying impact, including the monster that was smashed, two other tall and thin monsters nearby screamed and were thrown several meters away.

Their bodies were stained with green fire that could not be shaken off or extinguished. They were writhing and struggling on the ground in pain.

Wow!

When the surrounding monsters saw this, they all took a step back.

Immediately, they turned around and ran away.

But Jilan couldn't live up to their wishes. He took a few steps forward, jumped up, swung his staff and hammer, and smashed it on the head of a spider-legged monster.

"Death!" he shouted violently.

A green afterimage fell from the sky, and the hammer struck the monster on the back of the head.

Bang! !

The huge force and explosion tore its upper body apart, and in the green firelight, it overturned the monster's body, causing it to fly into the air, spinning and hitting the ground.

The seven or eight bare human legs on its lower body kicked and twitched in the mud, and were burned to death in the flames not long after.

The other monsters took the opportunity to run away, but Ji Lan did not pursue them.

He inserted the saber in his left hand into his alchemy pocket, and the next second, the monsters suddenly turned their heads. The face was twisted like a whirlpool, as if projecting an invisible ferocious gaze.

Wow!

Without the deterrence of the ancient sabers, the monsters turned around and charged towards Gilan again.

Jilan stood upright, holding a staff and hammer and looking coldly at him.

When these monsters approached, he took out his saber from his alchemy pocket and held it high in shock.

Uh-huh!

The monsters stopped in their tracks as if they had been immobilized, unable to move forward in fear.

"Hahahaha!" Weiwei flew around above Jilan's head, laughing loudly, pointing at the monsters and saying: "How stupid!"

Ji Lan took the opportunity to rush forward and struck down with a hammer.

The hammer roared and green flames burst out.

Another instant kill of a muscle monster.

At this moment, the two monsters in prison uniforms on the left and right sides seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. They suppressed their instinctive fear of the saber and attacked Gilan.

A spider-legged monster suddenly raised its head, no longer covering its face with its hands, revealing its twisted swirling face, and the hollow in the center suddenly let out a cry-like scream.

"ha--"

The piercing scream spread and echoed in the forest.

Whoops!

The strong wind driven by the sound waves raised the blond hair on Jilan's forehead and danced messily, but his eyes remained indifferent and his expression was indifferent.

It's like this terrifying scream, but it's just the breeze blowing in your face.

As a spiritual mystic, how could he be affected by this little trick that disturbs his mind.

"Don't make any noise!"

Jilan took one step forward, raised the staff hammer with one hand, and struck with a horizontal blow, slamming into the chest of the spider-legged monster.

Bang! !

The screams stopped abruptly.

Broken arms, heads, and internal organ fragments suddenly spattered, and the blood mist turned into black smoke and ashes in the firelight.

The residue stained with green fire bloomed like gorgeous fireworks.

The next second.

The soil under Jilan's feet loosened and bulged, and with a pop, a claw covered with fine scales emerged!

Trying to grab him by the ankles and drag him into the ground!

His eyes were lowered and he glanced indifferently.

Lift your leg and stomp it suddenly!

puff! !

His hand was broken by one of his feet, and the broken part was like mud, splattering black, smelly, dirty blood.

Ji Lan quickly bent down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled hard.

There was a crash.

The soil flew everywhere, and a tall and thin figure was forcibly pulled out of the ground like a carrot. He was thrown again, swung into the air, crossed a semicircle and hit hard.

Boom! !

The monster in prison uniform was beaten to pieces and was twitching on the ground.

Ji Lan walked over and kicked him again, crushing his head on the spot!

But monster attacks followed one after another.

There was another dense sound behind him.

He turned around and saw three muscle monsters rushing towards them at the same time, their muscular bodies pressing down like three walls of flesh.

In the center, a punch the size of a rugby ball came towards me!

Seeing this, Ji Lan also had a fierce look in his eyes.

He threw away the temporarily intimidating saber, made a fist with his left hand, raised his arm and swung it out.

Bang! !

The two fists, one large and one small, collided directly, like two rocks colliding, making a muffled sound and causing air waves to spread.

Jilan's body was shaken and stood still.

On the other hand, the strong monster's fist was twisted and deformed, and its thick right arm was like a broken sausage. The muscles and skin were cracked, and it was torn and folded from the elbow joint!

"Fuck you!" Gilan kicked sideways. "die!!"

Woo! !

"Broken Bone" kicked with all his strength, hitting his chest.

The muscle monster with a broken hand opened its chest and flew out upside down.

Crack! !

At the same time, Gilan took advantage of the opportunity to bend down and avoid the slaps from the two monsters on the left and right. He held the hammer of justice and swung it with a cold face.

Bang! Bang! !

Two consecutive hammer blows hit their waists and abdomens.

Amidst the explosion, the two monsters separated at the waist.

At this time, the green gunpowder in the hammer's silo was also exhausted.

Jilan didn't have time to reload, so he simply continued killing with Kongcang's staff and hammer.

Even without the blessing of explosions and flames, this heavy cane is still an extremely dangerous weapon in his hand!

Poof!

Hit it with a hammer, and the head of a tall, thin monster broke into pieces!

Gillan ducked and retreated, then turned and kicked with a spin.

Another monster in prison uniform flew upside down and rolled.

"Wow--"

"Wow - wow -"

On the pine trees around the head, three or four short monsters have gathered, screaming vigorously, constantly attracting monsters.

Underneath, the tall figure became more and more brave as he fought, and the more he killed, the more ferocious he became.

About ten minutes later.

The little monsters no longer screamed, but just circled around the pine trees restlessly.

Because all the monsters below have been killed...

Jilan stood straight on the spot, holding the bloody staff and hammer, breathing heavily.

Everywhere on his body, including the tips of his hair, shoulders and trouser legs, were covered with disgusting and greasy blood residue. But those deep blue eyes were as indifferent as ever.

All around were monster limbs, broken arms, twisted heads, and charred debris.

Fine ash drifted in the air, and a foul stench filled the air.

Gilan took a few breaths, suddenly pulled out a short-barreled revolver from his waist, and fired several shots at the top of his head without raising his head.

Bang bang bang!

Three short monsters fell down in response.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last one wanted to run away, but was hit in the back by a shotgun blast. It screamed, flew several meters away, and landed in the pile of corpses like garbage.

"hiss……"

"call……"

Gillan put away the gun and sat down tiredly under a pine tree.

Seeing this, Weiwei made a bang and returned to her original state from the light yellow smoke full of sulfurous smell.

It twisted its waist and hips, silently approached its owner, and half-knelt on the ground. He took out a clean handkerchief from somewhere and gently wiped the sweat and blood on the master's forehead.

Ji Lan glanced at Weiwei, but did not scold her this time.