Tianguanzhi

Chapter 69 The great revenge is avenged

Most of the great telepaths of the 19th century, even those who piloted king-level divine machines, would carry guns to deal with various emergencies.

But Miio Kijima usually does not carry a gun. In the gray area where thermal weapons are rampant, such people are called sans-firearms (gunless men). In a gray world where hot weapons are rampant, those who dare to carry out activities without guns must have two brushes. This is the consensus of the old Jianghu.

But Miio Kijima was extremely upset at the moment. She was now being forced to do nothing by a self-modifying pistol.

Haitang is the hometown of martial artists, and it is also the most abundant in flying tiger bombs that can restrain martial artists. This kind of shotgun does not need to be aimed at all. If it fires out a fan-shaped steel ball, it will most likely cause damage to a martial artist at close range. It is the gun design that Miio Kijima hates the most.

Gu Jianqiu's psychological quality also far exceeded Kijima's expectations. Kijima changed directions in the air several times in an attempt to intimidate the opponent into shooting from an effective killing distance, but failed. Once Kijima couldn't hold back and reached a distance where it was difficult to avoid the flying tiger bullets, Gu Jianqiu could always seize the fleeting opportunity to shoot. This is easy to say, but difficult to do without professional training. Just now Continuous bomb dropping is a very difficult professional tactical action. It is required to coordinate the throwing angle and explosion moment of three bombs within a few seconds of ignition time, which is impossible for the regular armies of many major countries.

Can Haitang's New Sixth School already produce such students?

Miio Kijima, who had suffered repeated heavy injuries, was not as sharp as before. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably while moving at high speed, and her uncontrolled heart rate became more and more serious.

The contaminating effects of radioactive rainbow salt are brewing…

As time passed, Miio Kijima became increasingly confused and anxious.

Finally, Kijima stopped attacking. She stared at Gu Jianqiu, then turned and ran away. Gu Jianqiu was not surprised and immediately chased after him.

The distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer. In the blind area of ​​​​the corner, Kijima Miio suddenly stepped on a lime wall and jumped up high. His whole body accelerated in the air and turned back. His flying feet with nail polish sank vigorously to meet Kijima's arrival. It was still an expected gunshot.

This time it was a head-on hit, and almost all of the dozens of steel balls fell on Miio Kijima!

Gu Jianqiu rolled and distanced himself again, trying to calm down his heavy breathing.

Kijima rolled into a bloody gourd on the ground and finally became motionless.

"..."

A minute passed, and Gu Jianqiu, who felt that he had regained some strength, took half a step forward, and then pointed the gun at Kijima's head.

Kijima suddenly flew up and ran away.

Gu Jianqiu also immediately followed.

Miio Kijima could feel the opponent's heartbeat like a tarsal gangrene, which was firmly locked on him. The two sides always maintained a distance from which he could not counterattack.

Calm, diplomatic, and unhurried.

snort~

White smoke was rising out of her ears, nose and throat uncontrollably. Miio Kijima's pupils began to blur at some point. She covered her hot chest. Hallucinations were already appearing in front of her eyes. In her impression, the wounds on her body were deep enough to show the bones, but she still remained the same. The handsome and strong man seemed to be still in front of him.

Suddenly, the man's expression began to become calmer, and his body became a little straighter. His palm penetrated his chest, grabbed his heart, and rubbed it slowly and resolutely, looking down at himself condescendingly.

"Abominable..."

A sickly blush appeared on Miio Kijima's face.

And one last bullet. Miio Kijima is almost exhausted. As long as she is exhausted, whether it is the pollution of rainbow salt or the ultra-high temperature of the stress furnace, it is enough to kill her. The only thing to be afraid of is her jumping over the wall. She may still have one last-ditch burst.

Gu Jianqiu was dripping with sweat and highly concentrated.

To maintain a high-focus ECG lock and run, this is by no means an easy task for Gu Jianqiu, who only has 14 ECG points. But as time went by, his physical exertion seemed to have reached a certain extreme, and he fell into the so-called second breathing state during exercise. Instead, he relaxed and even the strong mental barriers began to loosen. Gu Jianqiu even clearly felt that his heart was Behind the barrier, the rhythm of heartbeats surged like a flood. That rhythm was so unfamiliar. He had never seen it before. It seemed like...

Variable ECG? The streets in the middle of the night were completely silent. Suddenly, a heartbeat at the intersection ahead was noticed by two people one after another.

Gu Jianqiu instantly understood the owner of this familiar heartbeat.

Lemei? She's not dead?

Gu Jianqiu felt relieved.

Fu Lemei stood on the street holding a tiger-headed stick, her figure a little bleak. She had followed Miio Kijima's bloody footprints all the way, and unknowingly walked a long way before she gradually calmed down.

Uncle Qiu Shengtao is the true successor of Wei Tuo, and even he is no match for that Jin Ju woman. She escaped from Wuguan Street. Even if he catches up with her without helpers, she will just die in vain.

She was tortured by a huge feeling of powerlessness when a figure suddenly entered her field of vision. The sweat on Miio Kijima's face snaked like a small snake, leaving traces on her face stained with black dust. Fu Lemei could hardly recognize it. But the familiar bloody heartbeat immediately ignited the anger in her heart, and she almost subconsciously picked up the long stick in her hand and hit it.

Miio Kijima's six orifices spurted out high-temperature steam again, his heart rate surged, and thick murderous intent surged in all directions. She stretched out her arms to weave a golden spider flower, and held it against the powerful and heavy eyebrow stick. The sharp golden thread actually got stuck into the tip of the steel tiger-head stick. The two of them turned over at the same time, and the eyebrow stick was The tiger head broke into several pieces in response.

Fu Lemei couldn't help being shocked.

The golden thread in Kijima's hand fell apart, and she shook off the scrap iron stuck on it. She woven the golden thread into a short whip, and stepped forward with red eyes. In the past, Fu Lemei's long stick was destroyed, and then she was killed by a strong blow. She was frightened, fearing that she would be killed in one round, but she and Gu Jianqiu had been fighting for many days, and her body developed a subconscious "martial arts merchant".

But seeing the critical moment of life and death, she jumped up and down, and two streaks of blood bloomed on Fu Lemei's face. Her toes also kicked Kijima's chin. Fu Lemei just wanted to distance herself, but she didn't expect Miio Kijima to be like this. He was kicked out and held his hands on the ground for a while, but in the end he still couldn't stand up.

Fu Lemei covered her bleeding face with one hand and looked at Miio Kijima in disbelief.

Smoke continued to pour out of Kijima's pores. She knelt on the ground and shook her head. The sound of a man's footsteps sounded behind her. Kijima turned his head and stared at Gu Jianqiu with complex eyes.

"I have a few questions to ask you about my brother's death."

Gu Jianqiu's gun was pointed at her.

"I'm the last one."

The smoke almost enveloped Miio Kijima, and she let out a long sigh.

"Congratulations, Lord Jianqiu."

Violent flames erupted from all parts of her body. These flames were ultra-high-temperature cyan, and the flames were more than two meters high, forcing Gu Jianqiu to keep retreating.

After a long time, the fierce flames dissipated, and apart from a few pieces of charcoal, there was only a roll of gold thread buried in the ashes.

Is it really the last one?

Gu Jianqiu thought so.

(End of this chapter)