Fake Mechanic

There is no doubt that if the super dynamic vision after the acceleration of the five senses is removed, the series of actions of this swift and smooth shooter just now must be as fast as lightning.

To be able to meet an opponent with super-strength next to the small building in Beishan, and the opponent is not roaring in the heavy and indestructible mech, what he relies on is only the black handle in the wide palm. large caliber single shot pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was raised, and the distance between the two of them was less than two meters. The sound of gunfire sounded in the middle of the mountain in the early summer afternoon. between the eyebrows.

Although Xiang Yu was surprised by the opponent's actions, he was not overwhelmed by the heroic posture of drawing his gun and shooting at this moment. At the moment when the man's shoulders collapsed slightly and a sense of crisis suddenly arose, he had already made dodge movements. The muscle group exerted force suddenly, and the strands of muscle fibers strongly rubbed and contracted, and the burst of force caused his whole body to lean to the left.

Dodging the soup basin, the seed also wiped his cheek, and shot into the square brick floor behind him with a hiss.

At the same time, the sharp long sword in the right hand also used this force to stab towards the outside of the opponent's knee like a poisonous snake.

In Xiang Yu's hands, this long sword that has not been sharpened needs to be sharpened at all. Under Pei Ran's vigorous driving, even if he is holding a fire stick in his hand, it can still exert the effect of a sharp spear .

What Xiang Yu didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have expected that he would be able to escape the shot.

So the muzzle does not just spew out one ball of flames, but three balls. [

With three shots in a row, the shooter who was only a few steps away from standing side by side with Xiang Yu turned his wrist lightly in half a breath, regardless of whether the first shot could hit the opponent, and fired two more shots with precision without any pause. gun.

The three sticks that came one after another seemed to hold a big net, firmly sealing the space on the left and right sides of Xiang Yu's body.

The gunman's eyesight, judgment, and action were completely out of the concept of time. It was like relying on some kind of conditioned reflex formed by thousands of rehearsals of this scene at this moment, he fired three bullets in an instant, and the heart's heart Killing heart and cruelty attached to the screaming gun and shot them all out.

This kind of marksmanship can no longer be described as good or very good. It can only be said that these three shots have completely entered a certain state, a state of killing with the ultimate goal of killing the enemy in an instant.

Since Xiang Yu re-entered the holy rank, the Nine Strings Technique has been running in the body all the time, sharpening every inch of muscle and nerve in the body, and persistently moving forward towards the wall of sighs that was elusive in the previous life.With the help of Ye Fiend's origin, the realm of gods that were impossible to touch at first gradually became clear, and existed somewhere in front of them like the other shore.

Now that there is no mecha under his body, his body has become a mecha made of flesh and blood. With his subtle and precise consciousness, he faithfully and accurately completes every spiritual command.

This is probably the first time he encountered a strong man in his life. That unspecial gun combined with the special marksmanship of three instant shots to seal every escape route became the biggest crisis Xiang Yu encountered in his life.

Xiang Yu could even vaguely feel that the opponent's three shots were completely out of the scope of physical and mental cooperation. It was completely an instinctive reaction in the face of a powerful opponent, skipping the thinking of the brain, and letting the body choose the most lethal attack method independently. Tricky attack angle.

Just like Xiang Yu now, but what he holds is not a gun, but a long sword that does not show its sharpness.

Needing to think, and there was no room for thinking, the long sword that had been pierced halfway was suddenly withdrawn, and it seemed to be erected obliquely on his chest at random.

It needs to be positioned, and the wrist will automatically stop at the position that must be stopped, blocking the only way for the bullet that is about to hit the chest, without any difference.

With a soft ding, the blunt blade infused with the strength of the human-dragon body became indestructible, directly splitting the dangerous pistol in two, preventing the blocking pistol from being castrated, but the large-caliber pistol The power was too great, and Zi Zi, who was divided into two halves, still moved forward stubbornly.

Half fly into the sky, half into the flesh.

Xiang Yu snorted, the test of whether Kui Beast's soul blood crystal could block the son was finally verified at this moment, half of the sharp spear penetrated half an inch into the skin of his shoulder and could not penetrate an inch, but under the accelerated state of the five senses, The feeling from the left shoulder wasn't even a tingling pain at all, but now it was numb, and then it was like being stabbed by the blunt sword in his hand.

A splash of bright blood burst out. [

Relying on the powerful and domineering strength in his body, Xiang Yu twisted his ankles horizontally, and his shoulders swung back two inches before abruptly stopping and retreating. Before the blood on his shoulders fully bloomed, his body rushed forward again.

A burst of strong muscle tremors, the strength of Yueyue Amaterasu burst out from the back of the waist, shaking some loose clothes on his body, and in the midst of the lightning, he rushed towards the ground with the power of the sudden vibration of the soles of his feet. The killer outside, with five fingers of his empty right hand curled up, and the knuckles of the middle finger protruding slightly, brought up an afterimage towards the opponent's temple...

Abandoning the long sword in his left hand, the blade was dragged backwards, and the right side of his body was facing the opponent. That punch carried a thunderous lore.

At such a super close range, if this killer with superb marksmanship shoots again, Xiang Yu won't be able to dodge and he doesn't plan to dodge, but you can hit me once or twice, my punch will definitely kill you!

It looks like they will die together, fighting for a tragic ending where the brave wins when they meet each other on a narrow road, but in fact Xiang Yu has already planned in his heart.

Even if the opponent's gun is raised to aim at his head, it will be blocked by the thrusting punches and arms. If it is aimed at his body, he will not be able to turn halfway. The heart is on the left side. An ordinary strong body, the tenacious vitality of a half-dragon, and a self-healing function that is faster than soaking in a medical repair tank will never die.

But as long as the opponent is punched by me, even if his head is as hard as the metal shield of the strength testing machine in Huaijin Academy, his head will burst like a ripe watermelon, and he will die instantly.

After leaving the door on the third floor of Changzhan Pavilion, Xiang Yu's face was covered with the opera face mask that he took from Niu Yifei's study. Niu Yifei could clearly see that in the scene of the ancient song "Broken Hongzhou" Bai Zuo's face is almost completely covered with black and white water lines, except for a round spot one inch and three centimeters above the eyebrows, which looks like a red sun, which happens to be a metaphor for the daily life of the sea and the waves.

At this moment, this mask was draped over Xiang Yu's face, and no expression could be seen, except for the two shrunken jet-black pupils that showed murderous intent and determination.

The long hair fluttering at the back of the head, reflecting the noon sun, is not pitch black and dark blue, but golden red all over, shining like flames.