Abyss Express

"Fragrant Dream!"

Half an hour later, in front of the high wall of the ancient ruins, the relatively complete asphalt road left a series of stick figures.

Jiang Xueming called out Soul Power and asked Fragrant Dream to make up the lesson. He did not intend to challenge the immortal Beowulf with his mortal body. For him, there was no chance of trial and error. There is only one life, even if the BOSS and Taoist Pingan have said this more than once - the gunsmith has a strong learning ability, and the adaptability to break through himself in combat is the most powerful thing about this kid.

Instead of being dazzled by these exaggerated attacks, Xue Ming became anxious—mistakenly thinking that this was a scene that was too weak for other abilities.

It has been ten years since he became a psychic, his learning ability has been evolving, and he has several sets of systematic learning methods, using the spirit body to fight against the enemy, and then calling the spirit body back to the physical body, using fragrant dreams to drive the main body to carry out Reviewing the training, Xue Ming called this practice method "casting training method" - the various attributes of Fragrant Dream are far superior to his physical body, and can achieve incredible precision operations.

When facing the falcon-like cloned cyborg army in Shinto City, Xue Ming’s ferocious shooting with a rifle that combines soul and body seems to have opened the lock. This is the result of the mold casting training method. The physical body cooperates with the spiritual body to master new skills, and the strain and contusion caused by the acceleration of the spiritual body can be reduced little by little. Under the extrusion of the mold, it is gradually shaped into a sharp blade and a precise tool.

With the help of this method, Xueming's speed of making Morpho clothes has also been significantly accelerated to maintain the state of unity of soul and body. Putting it out of the body will always consume mental power, and one's own concentration can't make several sets of clothes in a row in a day, so the state of unity of soul and body may save a little effort.

So after our gunsmith got married, he had the form of Kazilan's big eyes during his six-year expedition career.

This form is much more fashionable than the appearance of the fisherman's overalls. Every time they meet the blood granting unit, the psykers can clearly feel that the gunsmith's eyes suddenly become vertical pupils. The state of dream, spirit and flesh is a loaded gun ready to fire.

Every time I see this pair of eyes, many colleagues from the Gate of All Wonders will sigh more or less. Their leader is Luo Pingan, who more or less believes in some Taoist scriptures——Jiang Xueming's shining tiger eyes and white eyes are like Extremely, under the hands of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, several officials with double bonuses and red sticks will be the heads. As soon as his chubby pupils deform, immediately a blood-granting monster will show up and eat the gun.

"What do you want me to do?" The big steel cat got out of Xue Ming's back, and the upper body just wrapped around in front of the main body——

——It glanced at the huge doorway, and Ao Han Mingde's unique night vision ability allowed Fragrant Dream, a big boy, to see Beowulf clearly.

"Fuck? What the hell?!"

Jiang Xueming was still drawing, and took a small steel bar to dig new marks on the asphalt road. After doing these things, he felt mentally weak and his hands trembled. It is really difficult to complete these stick figures - the martial arts routines of the wolf king look simple, but in fact they are very complicated.

Fen Fang dreamed of seeing the Ghost in the state of an evil spirit, and was taken aback again.

"Fuck! What kind of crazy thing is this?"

"Calm down." Xueming grabbed Hunwei, grabbed the big steel cat by its tail, and brought it to the street: "Remember these things."

"Ah?" Fenfang Huanmeng was shocked from ear to ear, because there were so many patterns!

Starting from the door opening of the long corridor, following the dividing line of Beowulf's activity range, the pattern of stick figures extends all the way out. There are more than 800 villains, all of whom hold swords and shields in different poses.

Xueming wrote specific remarks on each picture.

The guard posture of the wolf king holding a shield and a sword is called [MODE·1].

The wolf king's low-position starting posture with the sword raised is called [MODE·1→MODE·2]

There are four forms of defensive posture under attack.

They are the confrontation posture of clamping the legs at a fixed pace, similar to clamping a sheep and horse, and tightening the core.

When the non-critical is injured, the steel body stance, which ignores the damage, will immediately switch back to the alert stance and prepare to restart the offensive.

Before the vitals are injured, if the source of the attack can be tracked and locked, then it will enter [MODE 4] to raise the shield to defend, and then there are four changes, namely, holding the shield to slide to observe the opponent, holding the shield to defend against the combined heavy blow , when receiving a long-range attack, it is to charge forward with the shield and prepare to enter the charge jump, and enter the next attack round.

There is also a relatively rare one, which is shield counterattack. Since Ghost is a spirit body, it seems that the wolf king knows that the impact brought by the block will not have much effect on this light ghost, and he has hardly used it in this super high-speed battle. A few shield strikes to counter Ghost's melee attack.

When Fenfang Huanmeng saw these villains graffiti, she felt that her cat's brain was going to get bigger. It had a bitter face and kept complaining.

"My god! Who are you going to fight? Does this guy have so many routines?"

Xue Ming nodded, and took a look at the action breakdown diagrams of Fenfang Huanmeng.

"This guy has eight kinds of armed postures, and it seems that there is not much difference. After all, swords and shields are simple weapons. Their functions in combat are very simple, but Beowulf has rich experience in using them. It’s terrible, after he became a desperado, he continued to fight against the modern army and the Stardust Warriors for an unknown number of years, his combat experience turned into these complicated changes.”

"If you let him move, those changes are even more."

Jiang Xueming pointed to the disassembled diagram of this road, and asked Fenfang Huanmeng to take a look at it slowly.

There are sixteen moves in the sword and shield strike skills. According to the routine demonstrated by the wolf king, the chopping, slashing, thrusting, shaking, dragging, cutting, wiping, and patting of the sword, the smashing and swinging of the shield, and the use of the shield as a knife, etc. And other techniques, combined with kicking skills and charging shoulders-this sage king from the ancient times almost played the sword and shield to perfection.

In addition, Beowulf's hunting methods are also very scary. When Xue Ming was painting, he asked Ghost to fight a dozen more games. As a result, the old wolf showed a strong ability to track illusory spirit bodies. The reason why Owuf can attack continuously and kill the enemy like a mad dog.

Even if Ghost suddenly disappears and reappears in another place, Beowulf's eye-like reflexes in the back of his head will allow him to catch up with the target immediately, and continue to chase the enemy with this sword-shield onslaught posture and strong lower body.

The virtuous king knows the distance of the weapon, the pointing of the blade, and the place where the shield can touch, all of these elements are well understood.

Jiang Xueming also has this kind of skill. After a lot of training, he has the ability to control the weapon in his hand. Often when he touches a firearm, Xueming understands its muzzle directionality and speed of firing the gun. These attributes will change with the passage of time. become clearer and more precise.

Fragrant Fantasy walked and watched, compared with Beowulf's move table, the more she watched, the more surprised she became——

——This guy seems to be stronger than the blood-granting units he beat up before. If you only evaluate it from martial arts, the monsters of the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Sect who bully people with their powerful primordial quality are almost as stupid as this flexible old man Children are as mentally handicapped.

How exactly?

Fenfang Huanmeng squatted in front of an exploded diagram, puzzled.

As a spirit body, it possesses extremely high precision. The illustration shows that Beowulf's charge leaps and switches his left-handed sword at the same time. Holding the special posture of attacking and defending with a sword and shield, looking for a favorable offensive point, this is also a very magical operation in the eyes of the steel cat.

If it weren't for Jiang Xueming's strong suction and observation skills, other psykers might not be able to see through the wolf king's sword and shield at all.

"Is this really something Homo sapiens can do? Bound by the physical body and gravity, they can still arrange such subtle attacks continuously"

Fenfang Huanmeng simply gave up thinking about it, hurriedly read the remaining exploded diagrams, and kept the basic postures in mind. The subsequent derivative changes can only be experienced in actual combat. This is the "mould-turning" link of the "casting training method".

As a safety card, Soul Might can replace Xue Ming to explore the dangerous unknown environment. When facing a strong enemy, its tentative attack is Xue Ming's extended arm. When it learned some combat skills and the mold was formed, it was also the time when Xue Ming showed great adaptability and showed his sword blade from the clay sand.

Fragrant Fantasy stretched its waist and swaggered towards the porch.

"Never mind! I'll fight him for a while! How many little blue bottles have you prepared?"

Jiang Xueming took out a few bags of Guangling Sanxiaolongbao from his carry-on backpack, counted them carefully, and found that there were about forty more in stock. Looking at the number of blue bottles in the backpack, he brought fourteen cans of Wangyou tea from the VIP special tea room. In addition, two one-liter thermoses were added, which were gifts made by Brother Ye Bei with Soul Power.

As long as he travels far, he will bring full supplies, and then said to Fenfang Huanmeng, "It should be enough."

"That's fine! Look after you!" Fenfang Huanmeng stretched out her long tongue and licked her pink nose. It had been a long, long time since she had encountered such an opponent, and she was a little excited.

The moment he crossed the dead rune dividing line, Xue Ming was also pacing back and forth, constantly adjusting the limit range of 16 meters, in order to give Fragrant Fantasy more room to play.

Beowulf stood up again, sword and shield raised, and slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Hey! Looks very energetic!" The big cat stepped on Chachawu's steps, and the steel armored toes of its hind paws scratched sparks in the gravel. , To deal with this kind of giant who is more than two meters away, it cannot borrow too much force when it is off the ground, and it has to maintain a high offensive posture when it stays on the ground.

One step, two steps, the straw sandals come under the light source again, and the third step is a sprint wrapped in a strong wind.

At that moment, Brother Ghost was nervous and excited. He hoped that the nameless battle king could defeat the gatekeeper. If too much time was spent here, the gunsmith might not even be able to meet the other monsters in the king's court.

It was too late and then it was too late, the old wolf's slaying and biting brought a cold light of a broken sword, Fragrant Huanmeng only took one move, but felt a heavy roar coming from the sole of his right leg, and when he bent his arm to block, he felt that the broken sword was not at all. With no change in the tendons of the sword, when the strength of the sword is old, it is a simple defensive counterattack and hit it out!

Boom! ——

Almost at the same time, the two groups of sonic booms lifted the gravel and dust under the feet of the opposing sides.

The steel claws were twisted into iron fists, and they hit together with the old wolf's charging sword and shield. Huge power was condensed on the round shield and fists. The shock waves in the air lifted Xue Ming's neckline and messed up his hair. At the same time, he could still feel numbness coming from the two arms and right leg that Fragrant Huanmeng used for offense and defense.

Ghost is more like being disturbed by strong electricity and magnetism, unable to maintain the form of the evil spirit body. A thick black mist emerged from all over his body, splashed behind him like a hedgehog, and recovered immediately.

This is only the first round, Beowulf's second round is coming soon!

After a brief counter attack, Fenfang Huanmeng almost instinctively raised her leg to block the wolf king's low kick. This is the old wolf's favorite tactic in the illustration process. It is used to disrupt the enemy's balance and weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness.

It just moved its hips and crotch, but immediately realized that something was wrong!

It seemed that the old wolf had perfectly read his own prediction—until the hurricane swinging fist hit his side, Fragrant Huanmeng finally awoke from repentance. This is not a game of guessing! This guy! This old man is too observant! Even more powerful than the spirit body!

It sent this hard swing that sent the lower body sideways, but didn't quite leave the ground.

The wolf king was hit directly by the fragrant dream, and when he used his shield to block the attack of the soul power, a deep fist mark was formed on the big round shield. This force deflected his body, and he wanted to use speed to get some When there is an opportunity to attack, the strike surface must be sacrificed.

So in the second round, Fragrant Huanmeng received punches instead of shield or sword strikes.

It's just this little advantage, the time difference for suppressing a little restart, and the first strike advantage of returning to the fighting posture, so that Beowulf tightly grasps it in his hands!

Xue Ming's pupils shrunk, and it was difficult to lock on the figures of Fragrant Dream and Beowulf. He tried his best to enter this super-high-speed combat environment and adapt to Beowulf's speed.

For the next twelve rounds, Fragrant Fantasy was almost beaten all the way by the old wolf, from west to east from the dividing line of the dead rune, and it could not withdraw from a safe distance at all, unless Xue Ming directly called back the spirit body, it was beaten by the old wolf The sword, shield, kick, and boxing forced him to back up again and again, responding to the enemy's block and block deflection, and the movement quality of the counter attack and counterattack were all deformed and unbalanced—it was almost stunned, and the originally clear eyes were also lost. It becomes turbid, and often after three or four combinations, its iron armor will leave a striking spark, leaving scorched black traces of broken sword slashing and shield smashing, forcefully swallowing this powerful attack, immediately Lost the initiative for the next round.

In the last three rounds, Fenfang Huanmeng only felt that the spirit body was about to lose strength, so she clamped her brain with both arms, contracted her upper limbs to maintain core output, and abruptly used the turbocharged engine in her body to burst out a strong airflow, trying to hold her back. The wolf king's attack was exchanged for the power to breathe, and in exchange for the power to fight back.

But the wolf king suddenly stopped all his movements, and the turbulent airflow blew away the old wolf's beard and hair, revealing a pair of shiny black eyes.

Fenfang Huanmeng scolded: "Damn it! You fucking fucked up!"

This kind of technique and tactics is very common in fighting games. When encountering tricks that he doesn't understand, Beowulf chooses to play the frame operation, that is, let the opponent perform a round by himself. Standing in a vigilant posture, she let Fragrant Phantom unleash her psychic power.

Before Fenfang Huameng finished speaking, she saw the wolf king's Spartan kick hitting the big cat's skirt armor like lightning.

Xue Ming only felt that his stomach was kicked so hard that he could vomit out of pain, and Fen Fang Huan Meng rolled all the way, and was directly beaten back to his body.

Ghost covered his face, feeling a little helpless——

——Xue Ming yelled Fragrant Fantasy Dream again, he felt his eyelids fighting, and his mental strength was almost exhausted after only twenty seconds of fighting. This is also related to his age. When he reaches the mark of thirty, his ability to stay up late is declining, and the endurance of soul power is also declining.

"Are you okay?"

Fenfang Huanmeng was a little unconvinced. It clutched its lower abdomen and saw the cracks on the armor. This kind of injury was like a mark of shame, and it would not heal until Xue Ming fully recovered his mental strength.

"This guy is a bit powerful! I don't think I can beat him!"

Jiang Xueming gave a suggestion: "Why don't you try rubbing a gun? Get some weapons?"

Fenfang Huanmeng immediately collected materials from the local area, and while kneading the steel bars, she responded: "Okay! I'll try!"

Ghost poured a bucket of cold water at this time, he kindly reminded.

"Don't try to take shortcuts, little kitty brother, Beowulf has been shot a lot, and he has also been shelled. He probably has more experience with hot weapons than with cold weapons."

Fenfang Huanmeng had already pulled out an M1900, picked up the gun plate, and took bullets from Xue Ming's pocket.

"Hey! I can't believe it!"

I saw the big cat's toes and claws pulling the trigger continuously, like a dragon spitting out beads and releasing American-style Iai continuously.

The first three bullets hit the round shield, leaving new bullet marks, and the fourth round began——

——Without exception, the flat-headed bullets shot returned to Fragrant Huanmeng's head at a very strange reflection angle.

It didn't react for a moment, and emptied the magazine, only to find that the helmet was clanging and drumming, and its head was hit by the bullet reflection, and it was knocked sideways by the bullet. The shadow acted as a shield, afraid that these stray bullets would take his life away. At this time, the big cat finally came to his senses, and the gun seemed useless to the old man.

"Damn it!"

There was no gunfire, and Beowulf observed the posture of Fragrant Dream through the gap in the round shield. The wolf king seemed bored, and slowly retreated into the shadows. To use the dead rune, to repair the shield that was almost scrapped in the fierce battle just now.

Just when Fenfang Huanmeng was complaining, when Jiang Xueming was at a loss and Ghost couldn't think of a countermeasure.

The king, who seemed to have lost his mind long ago, seemed to have regained the slightest bit of sanity, and spit out an old English word. The translation is simple and straightforward——

"--weak!"

"This guy can talk!" Fenfang Huanmeng exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Xueming looked at Ghost——

——Ghost also shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands without a clue, so he could only rely on guesswork.

"You excited the old man by being alive? Is he alive?"