The Last Mecha

Chapter 188 Glazed Blood, Fierce Battle

Just before the wind pot was activated, Wu Gou had already pressed one hand on his chest. His seemingly fatal attack was fake, and most of his energy was put on the metal core on his chest.

After a short pause, a small cluster of net-like lightning danced on the greedy unicorn suspended by a rope, and a large stream of real energy gathered in his body, and then dispersed into the whole body.

In an instant, his whole body was completely reborn, his rain-soaked hair stood upside down, and blood-red ripples scattered like mist in those pitch-black eyes.

Greedy unicorn, lightning!
"Tsuruta!"

Hirosue, who was more sensitive, sensed something was wrong at the first time. He shouted his companion's name loudly to remind him. At the same time, the figure of the young man opposite him was between lightning and flint, forcibly cutting through the gust of wind. Cut off the neck!
For the first generation of transformed humans, the best parts to kill were the heart and brain, followed by the neck and remaining organs.

At the same time that the wind pot was successfully activated, Tsuruta, who was pushed away by the strong wind, felt relieved, so even with Hirosue's reminder, when the blue and red streaks of light drilled towards him, his reaction was half a beat slower.

He forcibly turned his body around as much as possible, but Wu Gou in the electric state was like a god of death, and the icy sword had sliced ​​against his collarbone in an instant, and a large number of flying blood spots mixed with the rain.

However, it missed half an inch and failed to injure the most critical artery. The strong wind affected Wu Gou's sword path.

In the blink of an eye, the strength of the wind pot became stronger and stronger, and more than that, the water gathered under the two of them gathered like an ant colony, and then shot up suddenly, pointing directly at Wu Gou's eyes.

Twenty steps away behind him, the samurai sword in Hirosue's hand was stuck to the ground, and a trace of blue and blue lines moved along the edge of the blade, but the blue was lighter than that of a unicorn.

"It has four ears on the right, and its shape is like a monkey. It is actually auspicious of water, and when you see it, it will flow horizontally."

—— "Thu Like"

Wu Gou didn't dare to attack greedily, and swallowed blood Qiongqi raised two blue and red sword lights, and the two water jets shattered into scattered water spots.

The opponent can make mistakes and get injured, but he doesn't have that kind of tolerance for one against two.

The opportunity was fleeting, and there was a momentary delay. Under the action of the wind pot, the two of them advanced and retreated, and the speed difference gradually became so large that even the electric switch was a little laborious.

Coupled with the fact that Tsuruta, who is ready to see no flaws at the moment, knows that his plan to kill one person first may not be so easy to realize.

Apparently, Tsuruta on the opposite side had the same thought, and while retreating quickly, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, in the next second, the left hand hidden in the arms of the young man in front of him was like a dragon, and with the last effect of the electric switch, a faint shadow flew up, passing through the wind and rain and sinking into Hetian's chest.

The Fusang man only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his throat. Then he lost his balance and rolled around in the rain a few times, his red and miserable wounds were covered with mud.

But at least he was still alive, Tsuruta lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaved violently, and the dagger that was submerged in it also seeped blood little by little, it seemed that he didn't hurt his heart.

"Fucking fate." Wu Gou couldn't help cursing.

At this moment, another young man surnamed Hirosue finally caught up, blocking his companion with a blue samurai sword.

The two Fusang people finally meet, but one of them has been seriously injured.

Wu Gou's eyes drifted away from the two of them. The one whose surname was He Tian had just fought against was a reformed man equipped with the first-generation implants. His weapons were just ordinary qi weapons. In terms of strength, he was probably stronger than Huo Jianfeng.

The trouble is the other one. Judging by his actions, he probably doesn't have an implant.But the qi that is infinitely close to 10, the Sakura-ryu technique that is much more proficient than Yamazaki Ryuichi, and the quality qi weapon are definitely more difficult to deal with than the one called Tsuruta.

Although Wu Gou's own qi is now around 10, the barrier of 9.99 is different from before. Academically, it is divided into three stages - below 10, infinitely approaching 10, and exceeding [-].

This is a real watershed, a process of qualitative change, with leaps and bounds at each stage.

And this kind of people, most of them have advanced studies in famous dojos in Fusang, and their martial arts attainments are not bad.

At this moment, it happened to be a heavy rain environment, which was a perfect match for his Qi weapon with a long right tail name.

The right time, place and people are harmonious, and I am a non-stick.

Wu Gou grinned, but in this situation he laughed first.

With this smile, I just felt like I was several decades younger.

"Who are you representing?"

Out of prudence, Hirosue asked the question twice in Fusang language and Beijing vernacular.

"On behalf of your grandma."

Wu Gou spat, stretched his hand into his bosom, and inside the vacuum tube he got from Tom Totty, he turned the switch on it when he was going out, and the color of the blood inside changed from the dark color similar to glass at first to brighter. Bright, gradually turning into a brilliant bright red, like jewels.

This tube obtained from Tom Totti can be used to preserve Liuli's blood for a longer period of time, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be used immediately, and there will be a process of reactivation, otherwise Tsuruta's life was just wanted. , it doesn't need to be so nerve-wracking.

Right now, its activity is about to return to its optimum state.

At the same time, Tsuruta got up slowly with the help of Hirosue, his breathing was heavy and heavy, the dagger was almost completely submerged, only a bit of the handle remained, and a large dark red blood flowed straight down the corner of his clothes .

He held the handle of the knife, pressed the surrounding muscles tightly with one hand, and the implants on the half of his body also roared violently, suppressing the flow of nearby blood to a minimum.

Then the hand holding the knife slowly squeezed hard, and the dagger that had sunk into the chest was pulled out little by little, bringing up small handfuls of red moors, which fell into the rainwater like silk and satin.

The implant controlled the tightness of the muscles. He endured the scorching pain, and then put on a medical bandage. Only then did his livid and tense face relax a little.

And Hirosue around him paid more attention to Wu Gou than caring about him. After all, the quickness of hurting people and destroying firearms in the face-to-face was too shocking.

The other party obviously had no intention of continuing to communicate. He saw Wu Gou's hands moving and didn't know what to do, but it was obviously the wisest choice not to give people time.

"Tsuruda, can you do it?" He lowered his body and asked.

"It can be done." The man on the opposite side gritted his teeth, forcibly calmed down his state, and his modified components were running like flying.

"Live on."

"Nonsense, I'm still waiting to receive the reward for meritorious deeds. The Tsuruta family will start from me."

"Your family has been fucking up for a long time, do you need it?"

"Hey, Hirosue, if I mean if, remember our agreement."

"Stop talking nonsense, cover me—go!"

The two of them exerted their strength, and the staggered figures ran wildly under the night rain, instantly shortening the distance between them and the mysterious boy.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came to the ears, and Wu Gou snapped off two condensation tubes thick as little fingers, and bright red glazed blood fell on the sword and rolled into the throat at the same time.

The next moment, the killing intent flourished!
(End of this chapter)