The Last Mecha

Chapter 109 Carelessness, Fei Lian

"Breton? Frank? Or Fusang? On the land of Xia Kingdom, when will it be your turn for foreigners to dominate?" Jiang Mulin glanced at the arm of the red-faced ghost with no trace of flesh and blood left. Take a sip, "It seems that you want to know which country you are from. It seems that just tearing off the sleeves is not enough. The craftsmanship of this Fusang Prajna mask is not bad, but it seems that it is a bit strange to wear the decorations of your own country in order to act secretly. Too stupid."

"But the Fuso warriors are really stupid, at least from the perspective of the guys I have dealt with before. I heard that the taller you stand, the smarter you are, so I helped them hang their heads on the flagpole of the mansion."

"I heard about implant technology from the old man in the academy a few years ago, but at that time everyone thought it was just a conception, but now it seems that the development abroad is faster than imagined, thank you for providing Xia Guo with a research The body of value, if possible, I really don't want it to be damaged."

"Don't worry, we don't do that kind of barbaric dissection for research, and we also have the latest scanner, Frank came. So, if you don't want to suffer, just follow me honestly, where did you come from, what are you going to do , explain it clearly, and then make a little contribution to the technological development of my Great Xia, which is good for everyone."

As he spoke, the sword in his hand was lightly raised, and the rainwater hit it, continuously dancing with fierce light.

"what do you say?"

The red-faced ghost on the opposite side didn't respond, but the pair of eyes in the hole burned with anger, and the man in front of him appeared in front of him, which meant that he must have been betrayed by someone.

The mysterious body hidden under the suit erupted like a landslide, and then a large stream of white steam gushed out along the exposed air holes, but was soon scattered by the raindrops.

Jiang Mulin didn't bother to waste his words any more, he just regarded it as a real data recording experiment, his generous body swayed under the light with black lines and shadows.

Not to be outdone, the red-faced ghost burst out with excess power from the metal arm, and the pain stimulated by the electric current and the whine of the broken parts of his body were left behind by him, and then his figure elongated, and the long knife swung in mid-air like a crescent moon. The chopping force is enough to easily tear apart a car!
However, the cyan Han sword was like a dragon flying out of the sea, and it took the knife abruptly without dodging or avoiding it. Jiang Mulin flicked his wrist lightly, and the red-faced ghost knife seemed to be tied to a galloping horse by a rope, and it couldn't stop rushing away.

Then the sword light turned backwards, the cyan color tore the middle of the suit, a stream of blood flowed down the trousers, and there was no decency left.

However, after two rounds of fighting, they were tightly controlled by the opponent.

Decades of hard work, unparalleled talent in this world, and secret arts including Qimen Daotian, these have been accumulated over the years.That is close to the peak of a flesh and blood body, and in this era, it is not comparable to an incomplete technology that is still in its early stages of development.

The red-faced ghost also realized that if the man in front of him really wanted to kill him, he only had time to breathe.

Just because he wants to capture it alive as well as possible, so he can still stand upright now.

The expression under the Prajna mask became more and more ferocious, and he rushed with his feet, dancing wildly with a long knife in his hand.

Jiang Mulin on the opposite side didn't give in, and charged head-on.

Two shadows drawn by the rain crossed each other in an instant, and a terrifying bloodstain clung to the red-faced ghost's neck, barely touching an artery.

But he didn't seem to feel that, turned around suddenly in mid-air, flicked his left hand, and a series of five conical bullets pierced the long sleeve and came out.

However, Jiang Mulin seemed to have eyes behind his back, and when he turned around, the sword edge drew five blue lights, and ten bullet casings that were broken in half fell to the ground crisply.

Since he came into contact with Qi metal and Qimen Daotian in his prime, his strength has become great, and he is no longer afraid of ordinary gunfire.

But the red-faced ghost didn't expect to rely on this hand to achieve any effect. The bullet was just a handy one. His real goal was the cylindrical gunpowder tube that flew out secretly!At the same time, the vents on the soles of the feet emitted heat again, and an invisible electric current surged in the body!

"boom!"

Most of the entire top floor collapsed in response, leaving only a beam under the foot of the red-faced ghost. Jiang Mulin, who had lost his footing, crushed the falling bricks and flew towards the opponent.

He knew in his heart what the man wearing the Prajna mask was thinking, and he would not give this man a chance to escape. Although he didn't want to touch his valuable equipment, he had to break his legs if necessary.

And at this moment, the red-faced ghost tore off the left glove without hesitation. In the palm made of steel was a device composed of a five-leaf miniature fan and a built-in power source. The rich cyan color flowed like water. .

The blade turned slightly, obviously not fast, but it caused a phenomenon beyond the common sense of physics. Muran gave birth to a horizontal storm, and the scattered debris and sparks were blown tens of feet away.

Quality-level Qi weapon, Feilian.

"Fei Lian, a god bird, who can create wind, has a body like a deer, a head like a sparrow, horns and a snake tail, and writing like a leopard."

—— "Sanfu Huangtu"

Even Jiang Mulin didn't expect this sudden and strange wind. He didn't have any murderous intentions, so the momentum of this rush was not too strong. No more.

But he twisted his waist abruptly, relying on the strength of his waist and staying in the air, he twisted a short distance forward.

The Han sword fell on the head, but it was half a point shorter. It just cut off a right arm that was overflowing with lightning.

The red-faced ghost shot out six crimson flames from the nozzle under his feet. He took advantage of the momentum and kicked off. At the same time, the wind in his left palm changed direction, and his whole body floated up to a height of nearly [-] meters.

The metal skeleton unfolded from the back, and what pierced through the suit was a huge paraglider.

Fei Lian finally reached the limit, stopped running after a burst of failure sound, he took a gamble and won.

When Jiang Mulin fell to the ground, he squinted his eyes, and for the first time there was a murderous look in his dark eyes, and the heavy qi flowed to his right arm, the huge pressure was like the weight of mountains and seas.

With five fingers on his arm, he pulled out a whistling arc from the cyan Tang sword, pointing directly at the sky.

The dark shadow was pierced straight through, and many parts and a thigh fell down one after another. The broken paraglider trembled and fell into the distance, leaving only a small spot.

"It's a shame, you can make this kind of mistake even at your age."

Jiang Mulin said so, and he was not in a hurry to find a sword to chase after him. After all, what should be done has been done, and the rest is not his own business.

He slowly walked down the dilapidated second floor. The tragic fight not long ago can still be seen in the mess on the ground floor. The guests and the restaurant staff have long since fled, but the three who were the instigators of this situation are still waiting the door.

Liu Shuying originally meant that the three of us should leave as soon as possible, and that Jiang Mulin is here and don't take part in any more work.

But Wu Gou's intention to hold them was obvious.

We have done this and done it with great fanfare, and many people have seen it, and we will be able to ask about it sooner or later.

It's better to be known by Jiang Mulin anyway.

"What did you do?"

Jiang Mulin strode past, glanced at the corpse, surprise flashed across his eyes.

"He and they are not good things, they rushed in and killed us randomly"

Duan Changgong stammered in response.

"I'm not asking why you killed fourteen people, each with a knife, and two with a gun. Although you can't say how elite they are, they are all well-trained. It seems that Qi is a little bit smaller. Besides, Qi This thing, it’s not considered a qualitative leap until you pass 10. To put it bluntly, you are all at the same level except for martial arts, so just kill them all? Are you still alive and kicking? Where did the three little Hades come from?”

He said so, but Jiang Mulin's tone was very flat.

"Kill the two men with guns first, it will be easier to deal with later, and there is also an element of luck."

Wu Gou carefully considered his tone, looking very cautious.

Jiang Mulin's figure floated past him, patted the wound on his shoulder lightly, causing him to stagger in pain.

He stared at Wu Gou for a while, before dropping a word.

"If you are so injured, will you still fight?"

"beat."

"You said it, I'll change the time for you without trouble."

"it is good."

The corners of Jiang Mulin's mouth hooked slightly, and he took out another small red porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out two navy blue pills, and smashed them into two with his fingertips.

He stuffed back half a pill, and distributed the rest among the three.

The Five Elements Pill used for practicing kung fu is very difficult to refine. Even in the Xingyi Gate, it is a rare item, and Wu Gou himself did not enjoy much in his previous life.

"One person and a half, hurry up, I will take care of the rest."

He watched the three staggering backs with subtle expressions.

(End of this chapter)