God Killer

() Dozens of magical soldiers suddenly attacked, like a nightmare!

Zheng Xian couldn't understand what was so attractive about him!

This time, Zheng Xian didn't even have the thought of confrontation, so he turned his head and ran away. The vortex airbag behind him was activated to the extreme in an instant. In the simple house, before there were countless screams, they had already broken through the roof and flew all the way.

As long as it delays for a few minutes, other Godhunters scattered in every corner of the city will arrive. At that time, it will be hunting, and Zheng Xian's pressure will drop a lot!

The sweet potato didn't appear, but a weird guy with tattoos all over his body appeared instead. Zheng Xian didn't know how much this guy was worth in the eyes of the sixth business department, but this guy should be much stronger than the sweet potato that the commander said was just a powerful mouth Bar?In Zheng Xian's impression, he was almost comparable to that A-level immortal cultivator who killed hunting god warriors like flies and ants!

Such a guy is really beyond Zheng Xian's ability to deal with. Zheng Xian has never even come into contact with such supernatural means.

Zheng Xian flew away with all his strength, and was thinking about how to delay the time in his mind, when there was a sudden cry above his head, Zheng Xian was terrified, and his body turned in a circle in the air. In this way, a huge bird's beak still pierced through the thick fog, approached Zheng Xian's back, and pecked suddenly, Zheng Xian was like being struck by lightning, which was worse than that phantom. The downward momentum brought Zheng Xian straight to the ground, and a huge pile of broken rocks was thrown up.

At this time, the thick fog had been dispersed by dozens of magic soldiers, the darkness cleared, and the starlight suddenly appeared. Compared with before, it was like seeing the sun through the clouds, and everything became clear.

A magic soldier, only one-third the size of a normal person, jumped out of the mist, as nimble as an ape, bouncing and jumping on the ground, extremely cheerful.

The whole body of this divine soldier is bald without a single hair, but his mouth is full of disgusting curly long hairs. This little thing rushed to the shallow hole made by Chang Xiao, covered his mouth and smiled, a little sinister A little shy, then he opened his mouth suddenly, spewing strands of black and brown curly hair from it, sweeping towards Zheng Xian who fell into the pit like a waterfall.

These curly hairs touched Zheng Xian's high-pressure jet armor, and the withering stone on the high-pressure jet armor flickered brightly.

Those curly hairs immediately retracted as if licking coals with their tongues, and many of them were scorched, necrotic, and turned into ashes.

Zheng Xian got up slowly from the pit, and the thin little magic soldier surrounded Zheng Xian, chattering and screaming, looking like he really wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat it!

Although Zheng Xian was not seriously injured in this fall, Zheng Xian felt that all the bones and joints of his body were thrown apart, and every part was separated, shaking a little, as if he was about to be completely scattered into joints, No effort was needed.Fortunately, after the power of vitality was activated, this state was quickly eliminated.

The little magic soldier roared ferociously at Zheng Xian, then pointed at Zheng Xian, and uttered a strange scream at the monster-like magic soldiers chasing after him, like a general commanding his own army. One, immediately after, he was trampled down by a bull-headed soldier.

Dozens of magic soldiers rushed forward at this time, each of them was huge, and the smallest one was a head taller than Zheng Xian, looking like a raging and furious wave was slapping towards him.

Zheng Xian is the boat that will be overturned and smashed by the stormy waves at any time!

The fierceness in Zheng Xian's chest was fully aroused at this time. A ten-year-old boy was able to cross the snow-capped mountains and return to the city without clothes, relying on the will to survive and the fierceness in his chest!

Zheng Xian had completely given up the idea of ​​running away at this time, because he couldn't run away, he could only hold on, and after three or two minutes, when the other Godhunters arrived, the pressure on him would be much lighter!

The streamer serrated knife in Zheng Xian's hand vibrated violently, and the vortex airbag behind his back exploded with blazing flames, facing the row of ferocious soldiers like mountains and seas, he rushed straight up!

Since there is no way to escape, let's kill it!

The one who bears the brunt is the bull-headed soldier whose hooves sound as fast as thunder. This soldier has a huge golden nose ring on his nose, and is covered with long brown hair, but his belly is snow-white. A pair of horns are like two spears. With a sharp light shining, it stabbed at Zheng Xian.

The best way to deal with this kind of monster is to shoot it from a distance, but the withering gun in Zheng Xian's hand is currently in a cooling-off period due to previous shots, and cannot be used. He can only rely on the streamer serrated knife to fight the enemy.

Zheng Xian's breathing became heavy in an instant, and a warm current in the sea of ​​air came out and gathered in his hands, like countless silk threads wrapped around the bones and muscles of his hands, stretching them tightly.

With a sudden white light, Zheng Xian slashed the bull's horns in the middle, and the withered stone powder emitted a sudden light, and the teeth of the chainsaw-like blade burst out with a shriek of grinding metal, directly breaking the aggressive Minotaur from the center, a point The two halves, two cow carcasses accompanied by two golden nose rings, exploded in the air, pulverized, and then disappeared.

Zheng Xian was also uncomfortable. The huge impact made Zheng Xian stumble all the way, leaving two grooves on the ground with his feet. Now my legs are going to break!

Successfully withstood the frontal impact of a bull-headed soldier, and Zheng Xian was punched in the chest and flew away. The withering stone on Zheng Xian's chest exploded, and the god that hit Zheng Xian The soldier's body was shattered and dissipated like a bubble by the backlash of the withering stone!

But this did not prevent the other divine soldiers from attacking Zheng Xian who was out of balance in the air.

Zheng Xian's feeling at this time was like turning into a piece of stubborn iron under a sledgehammer. The blacksmiths beat them fiercely with the sledgehammer, and the withering stones on his body exploded one by one. Zheng Xian knew The withering stone was his last resort to save his life. The moment when all the withering stones shattered was when he, Zheng Xian, was smashed into thin slices!

Zheng Xian saw that phantom climbing up from the rubble and rushing towards the tattooed man holding the young man in his arms, and saw the figures of eleven hunters walking from him in a daze. Passing by, I saw the vicious smile that the paranoid deliberately opened the helmet to leave him!

For paranoia, the purpose is the most important, and the means are completely unimportant!A guy who can bite off his own finger, a person who is so ruthless to himself, can imagine how he treats others.

There was only the last piece of the withering stone left on Zheng Xian's body, and seven or eight of the dozens of magic soldiers also exploded. Zheng Xian gritted his teeth, and covered the streamer serrated knife with both hands that had never left his hand even after being hit hard.

There was a crisp sound from Zheng Xian's hands, and they were broken violently. As soon as the long knife was broken, the high-speed rotating sawtooth immediately splashed everywhere under the inertia. The pieces of high-speed rotating sawtooth were like fangs. , A world of fangs with indiscriminate attacks formed in front of Zheng Xian!

More than a dozen divine soldiers were under attack, and the action of hammering Zheng Xian had to be slowed down. Unfortunately, the amount of withering stone powder stained on these fang-like sawtooths was limited, and these divine soldiers could not be completely crushed and destroyed, but this is still for Zheng Xian. The first chance to escape from the siege!

At the end of the command room, there was a pair of scruffy middle-aged men and women, staring at the big screen very intently.

This man and a woman usually look dull and lifeless, but now their eyes are shining, it feels like they are looking at their own children!

Seeing the scene where Zheng Xian smashed the Liuguang serrated knife, both eyes lit up, the man whispered something, and the woman quickly wrote on the notebook with a pen.

The two of them are responsible for the maintenance of the weapon compartment, and at the same time, the two of them are also the R&D personnel of various weapons. Obviously, the scene where Zheng Xian smashed the streamer serrated knife and caused a large-scale splash attack on the enemy gave them new inspiration.

Zheng Xian squeezed the handle of the streamer sawtooth knife in his hand, and swung it violently. The withered stone powder in it spewed out in an instant, forming a huge cloud of smoke and dust in front of Zheng Xian, enveloping the people who had been injured by the fangs and sharp teeth. There were more than a dozen magic soldiers, and the whole smoke and dust flickered with bright light instantly, and the withered stone powder was exerting its power to the maximum.

At this moment, Zheng Xian suffered a heavy blow from the back, smashing the last withering stone on Zheng Xian's body, Zheng Xian spat out a mouthful of blood, and then this force plunged into the smoke and dust without hesitation , got out from surrounded by dozens of divine soldiers.

The vortex airbag on Zheng Xian's back was completely smashed, and the gas flames spewed out flickeringly, and finally completely misfired.

Without the power of the vortex airbags, this set of high-pressure jet armor will not give Zheng Xian any advantage, but will become Zheng Xian's grave. Wearing this suit is like carrying a heavy shackle of hundreds of catties.

Zheng Xian rushed out of the encirclement, the vortex air bag on his back suddenly sprayed out a stream of gas flames, and then misfired, which made Zheng Xian top-heavy, and he fell forward with his head down. After rolling more than a dozen laps in a row, fortunately, although there was no withering stone on the high-pressure jet battle armor, the cushioning ability was still there. Zheng Xian was wrapped in the battle armor and was not injured.

Zheng Xian hastily removed the armor with his nerve-connected mind, and the high-pressure jet armor split from his chest, blooming like a lotus flower, and Zheng Xian jumped out of it.

At this time, Zheng Xian was like a peeled lychee in the eyes of the soldiers, fresh and delicious, easy to grab!

Zheng Xian got rid of the shackles of the high-pressure jet armor, and felt a lot more at ease. He is now a C-level immortal cultivator. Without the constraints of the data continuously transmitted from the high-pressure jet armor to the command room, Zheng Xian can completely cultivate himself When the power of the attacker is brought into play, although it cannot be used to attack the enemy in order to avoid exposure, it is not a big problem to use it to escape.

Zheng Xian took a deep breath and ran forward. These magical soldiers are nothing but minions, and fighting them is definitely a thankless task.After finally getting out of the tight encirclement, Zheng Xian absolutely didn't want to fall into it again, and Zheng Xian really didn't want to experience that feeling of powerlessness being hammered again!

However, just after Zheng Xian ran out dozens of steps, his feet suddenly tripped and tugged, as if a swimmer in the water was caught by a water ghost, and Zheng Xian fell uncontrollably.