Psychics don't die from gunfire

I couldn't bear this blow.

Yue Shengfei understood clearly.

He is neither [Transcendence], nor has he inherited the fine tradition of the Wuzong. He has very few implanted prosthetics, and his body can only be said to be adequate, not strong.

Even without the blessing of "Bad Tribulation", with Nan Dou's spiritual power, he can cut himself enough with one knife. And after containing the power of destruction, if this cut hits the target, it won't be a problem to kill himself.

——So, you must first make a "no killing" promise.

So, trade injury for injury!

They were so close that they could even see each other's faces clearly. Yue Shengfei grinned with difficulty. In the next moment, together with the dark muzzle of the gun, his whole body was engulfed by the flames and smashed deeply into the earth.

But the trigger had already been pulled.

The sound that resounded from all directions could no longer be described as gunshots.

It was more like the clash of weapons and the hoarse sonorous sound on the battlefield in Ganmui Liuye.

From the moment long-range weapons were born, the battlefield was dominated by "shooting".

Only the bravest warriors are qualified to wield bows and arrows. Only the most powerful bow and arrow formation can win a war.

The flag was broken, the sword was broken, the blood-stained jade finger broke and fell off, the blood-stained index finger hooked the bowstring, and caught the last arrow in the cut flesh.

With his devout belief and absolute perseverance in "shooting", Yue Shengfei went to the high-intensity battlefield to fight for four years, thus creating this record "Shooting the Sirius".

An extremely ferocious killing force broke out.

The moment when this shot was born, no, the close distance made the "moment" seem too long.

In the third moment, everything in sight was stained with blood-like red.

In the second third of the moment, the atmosphere above and the streets below were overwhelmed, making a heart-wrenching crunching sound. Countless fine cracks appeared and spread, and then divided into even finer ones, turning the fragments into tiny pieces.鑑粉.

In the third quarter of the moment, the heavy sword used to intercept collapsed as soon as it came into contact with [Shooting Heavenly Wolf], and it was abruptly transformed from a straight blade into a stream of overflowing fire.

This dark yellow rim bullet, without any pause, carried a huge killing force and hit the young man's right chest——

"——It's not 'shooting' that determines life or death."

It was also at this time that a dull voice sounded.

Without enough time to regroup, the Chongqi Empress blocked the front of [Shooting Sirius] with a hand burning with fierce black flames.

In other words, he grabbed the bullet.

The power of destruction originating from the end-of-the-world disaster erupted in the tightly clenched palm. Several fire seeds shattered and turned into a huge amount of spiritual energy.

Even with the effect of [Suishi], this collision could not be completely suppressed. The terrifying fluctuations swept across crazily, sweeping away the blood red caused by [Shooting Heavenly Wolf] and breaking through the ubiquitous sea of ​​fire.

The momentum echoed for a long time before it subsided.

"call--"

Song Shi slowly exhaled a burning breath.

When he let go of his right hand, it was hard to call it his right hand. There was no trace of flesh and blood on the five fingers, palm and back of the hand. Only the crystal clear white bones remained, extending all the way to the elbow, where the familiar skin color could be seen.

"Not bad." Song Shi praised, "This shot is pretty good."

"But the name 'Shooting Heavenly Wolf' sounds so familiar to me. Are you sure you made it up yourself?"

"The psychic skill you are talking about is called 'Broken Heavenly Wolf'."

In the large underground pit, Yue Shengfei tried to stand up, but after struggling for a long time, his shockingly burned body rejected the idea, and he could only give up.

"My style of 'Shooting Heavenly Wolf' is absolutely my own creation." After a while, Yue Shengfei raised his face and said, "Okay, I did refer to it a little bit, but only a little bit."

"Um."

Song Shi looked at the palm of his hand: "The killing power is indeed strong enough. I need to take good care of this hand for a while."

Take good care of yourself for a while

Yue Shengfei rolled his eyelids.

He put himself in danger, and "shooting the Sirius" at such a close range only seriously injured one arm.

"The calculation is quite remarkable." Song Shi descended and walked to the fire pit that the street turned into. He praised: "After doing it in succession, I really found the opportunity to maximize the 'Shooting Sirius'."

"Excessive praise." Yue Shengfei became more energetic: "Looking at your past battles, I thought you preferred simpler plans."

"If you lack strength, you naturally have to use external things to make up for it. Calculation is also part of the external things. Why do you think I would be disgusted?"

Song Shi asked back: "If your deputy emperor suddenly expressed his intention to kill me, what do you think I would do?"

Without waiting for the other party's answer, Song Shi said leisurely: "Then I must call your pontiff immediately to take action and suppress the deputy pontiff. Otherwise, do you expect me to hit the fifth ring now?"

During the Seven-Turn War, Wuzong's predecessor was defeated by the first lord of Yenan, so the family was merged into Yenan. The position of "Apostolic Apostle" is also held by the Lord of Yenan, and the original Apostolic Apostle has become a deputy Apostolic Apostle.

As he spoke, there was a sound like the sound of iron felt being struck, and a large amount of hot blood suddenly poured out of Song Shi's right hand, which turned into bones. They were like tangled threads, wrapping around the bones and forging the shape of the skin.

——Theoretically, it should be taken care of for a while.

But what does the spiritual power that is still far behind the middle of the third ring have to do with myself who is in the upper third ring?

After deliberately suppressing the spiritual energy to the same level as Yue Shengfei's, and returning to its peak, the destructive effect of this "Shooting Sirius" attack was significantly attenuated.

Yue Shengfei was in poor health but had excellent eyesight. He could see the cause and effect, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

I didn't die because the other party didn't intend to kill me. I didn't die because I couldn't kill him at all.

In this case, the ninth level is almost the same as the eighth level, and it is impossible for him to be a match for Nan Dou.

The tenth and eleventh levels above are much stronger than me, but not as strong as the gap level at present. I am afraid that at most I can make the other party serious, and it is almost impossible to make him go all out, let alone a life-and-death battle.

Well, it's no big deal.

As long as Lu Xingxing launches an attack, everything will be fine.

"Do you want to call an ambulance shuttle for you?"

Song Shi pinched his right hand made of fire and blood.

"I called one before I came."

"Okay."

Song Shi grabbed it casually, and on the ruins of the block that was razed within a few breaths, the lingering sea of ​​fire receded like a tide and surged back into the young man's body.

Yue Shengfei coughed several times, and suddenly raised his voice when he looked at Song Shi who was about to leave.

"Ask a question, did your 'Liuliguan' foresee 'Shooting the Sky Wolf' in advance?"

Song Shi turned his head, slightly surprised, and then smiled: "Guess?"

Yue Shengfei's pupils moved, he retracted his gaze, looked up at the empty sky, and sighed: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."