Abyss Express

The death door effect once again dragged Jiang Xueming's legs, slowing down his movement.

Returning to Bodhisattva Valley, pairs of eyes gradually lit up on both sides of the stone beach rock walls——

——In addition to the "dead" stench, Xueming also smelled some coyote.

The clumps of hair stained with mud and water, and the bloody scabs on the buttocks together with feces and urine, are the hidden wounds left in the excretion port of the wolfdog's intestines after swallowing bones and causing indigestion - this stench is very easy to recognize.

"SD? Do you remember the way? SD?"

Jiang Xueming was suffocated by the Kunwu stone sculpture on his shoulders, and whispered to Soul Power.

However, the fragrant dream loomed, as if the signal was poor. All he could see was that the iron arm and steel fist had just appeared, and were immediately blown away by the wind and rain. When calling the spirit body, Xueming could no longer feel the tingling sensation in his brain - this was a very Danger signal.

People can still feel pain and shout loudly. This guy must be alive and kicking.

If a person is numb, motionless, and can't feel anything, he should be half-lying in a coffin, and the coffin needs to be covered and buried.

For Xueming, fifteen minutes of dreamless sleep can buy two hours of free movement——

——But it does not include extremely intense combat activities, nor does it include desperate battles that continuously call for soul power.

Just now, when Jiang Xueming raised his sword and hacked to death the man and his horse, he was almost concentrating on it. His spiritual energy was at its peak. Any mistake would take away his life.

It was to stand up against the oncoming soft-armored cavalry, and to stand still against the enemy's charge against the combined charge of one man and one horse - if the cutting process was not precise enough, with Xueming's mental state, there was nothing he could do. Use the power of your soul to stop this vicious charge and assassination.

By now, he could hardly hold on any longer.

Starting from entering the city, wrestling with Kunwu, carrying the stone statue to break through the formation and rushing through the door, and getting hit by two poison-coated spear darts in the heart and lung vital areas - that's it.

The damage caused by these two darts was not completely resolved by the panacea. Xueming didn't know what kind of poison the hidden weapon was coated with, but his brain did suffer some damage. He felt that his spatial imagination was not as sharp as it was a few days ago. It should be that the parietal lobe or frontal lobe had become slow - He comforted himself in this way, maybe it was just an illusion, or maybe the shuttle dart of the daily meritorious service was smeared with neurotoxins, specializing in strange poisons that take effect very quickly on the brain, and he might be able to survive this.

Panacea cannot cure mental injuries, so he stumbled and carried Kunwu into the Bodhisattva Valley.

There are more and more wolves on both sides of the valley entrance. This is a blessed place for life. In the dry valley wall that is sheltered from rain and wind, there are groups of black shadows huddled up. Xueming couldn't shout out the power of his soul, so he looked at these eyes and took a step forward. , two or three pairs of green eyes lit up in front of him.

The wolves did not dare to approach the Night Demon. They brought some rotten corpses and meat to raise their children. Only a few old wolves who were about to be kicked out of the pack stared at Xueming - the prey was going to die, but before it died, they did not dare to step forward. Don’t dare to show your teeth during demonstrations.

Xueming walked forward in a daze. Although his eyes were still bright, he had begun to suffer from brain fog and mental blindness. He only remembered that there was a heavy burden on his shoulders to be transported to Heifeng Ridge. As for why he had to do this, he concentrated on thinking - he could no longer do complex thinking, he couldn't do it anymore.

In previous expeditions, this kind of dangerous situation was actually very rare——

——After defeating Kangqiao Johnny, Xueming decided on one thing.

The enemy will not get stronger as he fights. Correct strategic principles and excellent commanders will give him a mature combat plan, turning the entire process of annihilating the Mad Butterfly Holy Cult into a snooker event.

On the billiard table, there are never harder balls to play. There is only a little planning of the hitting route and a little bit of organization of scoring strategies. The rest depends on patience, so patience is the strongest weapon of a warrior.

But in Shambhala, without the support of the Organization Department and the commanders and generals of the local transportation bureaus, and without a mass base, the gunsmith's road to Beijing would be almost as difficult as climbing to the sky.

This was Judah's home ground, and it was impossible for Xueming to know the enemy situation in the next village or city in advance. The overly primitive communication method made Luo Ping'an, a local, suffer a lot, and the Gate of Wonders could not be used as Xueming's intelligence system.

It's all up to him -

——He is no longer free to help Xiuwen and Jianxiong, and Guan Xiangxiang has to rely on herself.

"Gunsmith!" SD shouted intermittently: "Gun! Gunsmith. Gunsmith's gun."

"Do you remember the road?!" Jiang Xueming gritted his teeth and walked into the forest in the deep valley.

SD finally poked his head out from Xueming's shoulder, barely half a spirit: "Your mental state is very bad! What's going on?!"

"Don't ask questions." Jiang Xueming's brain can no longer process the questions. It's just like the first time he took Xiaoqi's car. If Brother Qi asked a few more questions, he would fall asleep. "Tell me the answer!"

Speaking itself is an act of expressing one's feelings and consuming mental energy.

Xueming walked up the dirt road with a short slope. He only remembered the way he came from, and then imagined the journey in the dark - he almost lost his memory. The world was too dark, and the fragrant dream was the same as the BOSS. They were Both have night vision, so this big cat should remember how to walk back.

SD immediately replied: "Let's go first!"

Jiang Xueming did not hesitate and climbed hard towards the short slope. He knew that the fragrant dream would take some time——

——The environment changes greatly between day and night. If SD wants to remember this roadmap, he should think about it carefully.

"Climb to the southwest wind outlet, right in front. There is a crooked-neck tree there. Walk about 40 meters in and you have to climb up to a ledge. You came down from here." SD saw the road clearly.

Jiang Xueming could hardly see anything. In this rainy night where he couldn't see his fingers, he could only believe in his own soul.

"Is there a muddy road? I'm carrying more than 200 kilograms of stuff now."

SD said nervously: "Yes, and there are many. There are very few bare rocks that can be stepped on. The rain is too heavy. Do you have any military boots?"

Jiang Xueming: "No such thing, just leave."

He continued to grope forward and reached the small platform mentioned in Fangfang Huanmeng. He felt that his ankles were already stiff. He stepped into a pit in the mud, and the sharp weeds followed the soil slurry and poured into the cloth boots. He immediately felt numb and painful.

He first sent Kun Wu to the ledge, then slowly climbed up, and carefully packed up the Heart of Steel - the hardness of these four rings was not as good as sand and gravel, and he was afraid that they would be scratched and cut, and finally he was out of breath. Climb to the ledge and walk the first section.

"How far is it?"

The fragrant dream did not dare to be told. It saw the layers of ledges and paths and the intricate vines in the Bodhisattva Valley. It was afraid of telling it, and the gunsmith's willpower collapsed.

"Not even close."

The straight-line distance between Bodhisattva Valley and Heifeng Ridge is at least twelve kilometers, not counting the steep terrain of rock climbing.

Jiang Xueming: "How far is it?"

Fragrant Fantasy: "Gunsmith, why don't you take a rest first? Find a stone col to hide?"

"I tried it once." Jiang Xueming rested for a minute and put Kunwu on his shoulders again. This time he was half kneeling on the ground and did not stand up for a long time. "I tried it once. Someone must be chasing me - I Can't stop."

Fenfang Huanmeng: "Old friend, I don't know how to advise you. We have fought side by side for so many years, and I have rarely seen you in such a miserable state - have you ever thought about whether you can take this road if you can't overcome this hurdle?" It’s not over.”

"Then I have to cherish it even more." Jiang Xueming continued to explore forward in the dark, stepping firmly on every step, fearing that he would be caught by kudzu and fall halfway - he was not sure if he could stand up after a fall in this state. .

The damp and cold water vapor in the air made him cough violently, and even the spirit body of Fragrant Dream began to flicker following this violent cough.

"Every step I take now could be my last."

Jiang Xueming put a free hand on Fenxiang Huanmeng's shoulder, asking Fenfang Huanmeng to continue leading the way.

"Every step you climb may be the last step."

"I can't hide. If I fall asleep, I will cough. When the pursuers find me, I will be dead."

"How long can you hold on?" SD asked worriedly: "Ten minutes? Twenty minutes?"

"I don't know, it's better than trying to catch me without any help." Jiang Xueming had no intention of closing his eyes and recuperating. He always paid attention to the movements of Taniguchi behind him. "Maybe if I take a few more steps forward, Teacher Wood can find me in advance, and I will have a little more chance of survival." .”

"How about finding a place to set up an ambush? Make a trap and wait for it?" Fenfang Huanmeng made a suggestion that was not very mature.

Jiang Xueming immediately retorted: "No, I don't have so much time, and I don't have so many choices. I didn't take out my gun to deal with the cavalryman who used double spears, because my body had betrayed me - I wasn't sure whether I could hit this The knight's vital point caused him and his horse to stop immediately, and I really couldn't avoid it."

"Gunsmith." SD muttered.

Jiang Xueming: "Maybe this is an opportunity in your eyes, but this kind of thought rarely occurs in my life - FE204863 told me about this. He also has to try many, many times to complete a miracle, and there is usually only one chance. .Cough cough.Cough cough cough!Cough cough cough cough!”

He covered his mouth, fearing that his cough would attract the enemy——

——But the mouth is never the organ that produces sounds. The wheezing and trembling of the throat and heart and lungs are the life-threatening sounds.

"It's so dark. SD, how do I go? There's no way?" Jiang Xueming asked.

Fragrant Fantasy did not direct the gunsmith to escape, but chose a solid rock platform.

"Enemy situation, gunsmith."

"Can you see clearly? Which direction?" Jiang Xueming immediately put Kunwu down, pulled out the Beloberg and prepared to face the enemy.

He fired the gun very quickly, but his fingers were no longer able to control him——

——The distal limbs and toes have long been suffering from ischemia and have turned white and purple.

"Do you have time to take out the amulet?"

SD immediately entered combat mode: "Coming from the northeast, Gunsmith, not far behind you, about one hundred and forty meters, just entering the valley entrance. But you are much more dexterous, and you still have time to put on the ring." "

Jiang Xueming: "How many people?"

SD: "There is only one, walking as fast as flying. He has climbed up the tree vines and started jumping forward - this guy should have heard your voice. The rain will take away your body odor and pheromones, but the sound cannot be covered. You cough too much. sharp."

Jiang Xueming: "Cough cough. Cough! Cough cough cough cough."

He almost coughed out his lungs. The cold and moist air in this depression and valley was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his trachea. He put the Heart of Steel on his left hand again so as not to hinder the firing action. .

"How far?"

SD: "It's very close. Forty meters away, flying almost from between the trees, is a blood-giving monster."

"The direction." Jiang Xueming asked.

SD: "I'm not sure, there's too much noise."

Jiang Xueming then asked: "Action, you can do it."

SD: "I'm not sure, gunsmith. This mountain forest is full of snakes, insects, rats, ants, and wolves howling - I really can't hear or distinguish it. Your mental state is too bad, I can't guarantee it."

At this moment, Xueming raised his gun and started shooting——

——The muzzle of Kitty Hawk spit out fireballs, and the copper shells popped out one by one. After four shots, it immediately misfired.

The rain was too heavy, the nitrate gunpowder in Bodhisattva Valley was unreliable, and the burning speed was not up to standard!

Xueming quickly drew the bullet to remove the obstacle. After checking the chamber, he raised his head and saw a manic woman with a tall appearance and a strong body jumping on the branches in the pitch-black sky and earth.

This woman, like the meritorious officer on daily duty, was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. She made a horizontal knife fly between the trees and vines. When she heard the gunshot - she immediately shouted.

"Good baby!"

Xueming followed the sound and continued to fire, firing all the bullets, but it seemed that he didn't hit a single shot!

There are echoes of mysterious and demonic sounds in the mountains and forests——

"——I am the protector of Xiangtang, the leader of Kunwu Cult, and I am worthy of my merits at this time."

With a loud voice and a long breath, this woman specially stood in the open space of a deep valley to sign up.

"Where did the evildoer come from? Dare to kidnap my leader? Why don't you let him go? Bring me the magic weapon! - If you are wise, my aunt, I will spare your life!"

Xueming fired all the bullets without any hit feedback. There was no blood, no pain, no sound of bullets entering the body or hitting the armor.

He missed the shot, at a distance of about forty feet, and completely missed the target. It seemed that firearms were not effective against this woman.

On the other side, Cao Zhi's heart was already filled with turmoil. He chased him all the way from the Taiye official road. What the city guard said - this madman hacked the Japanese to death with one knife and killed more than 60 defenders. Bloody style kills.

The weird and inexplicable "Flying Sword" just now almost broke both of her legs. If she hadn't been protected by the leader's Rakshasa, she would have been half a corpse by now.

"SD, come back to my body." Jiang Xueming raised the dagger and wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Fragrant fantasy opened a mouth on Xueming's cheek: "I'm back! Gunsmith!"

"What are you talking about? That's the dark shadow around me." Xueming couldn't see clearly. He only felt that there was some strange shadow blocking him. There was a turmoil in his heart, and he thought the enemy was running in front of him silently!

Belloberg flashed his light and stabbed him with a knife!

He saw a piece of blue Morpho Clothes emerging from the light and shadow, and the V-shaped helmet had a strange soft light.

The knife passed through the shadow without any hindrance——

"——Gunsmith." This shadow also appeared in Fenxiang Huanmeng's eyes: "The damage to the parietal lobe of your brain is too serious! This is an illusion! You are hallucinating."

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Xueming couldn't say a word. He held a short knife to regulate his muscles, jumped off the ledge and ran quickly, sprinting towards the enemy's location.

Was that figure just a hallucination in his mind?

He doesn't know, he doesn't know.

Perhaps it was his strong desire to survive when he was near death that made him constantly fantasize about his other self in the armored state.

If you have a Morpho butterfly suit

No, no, no, Jiang Xueming, there are no ifs, no ifs.

"What a courageous dog! I didn't chase you! Instead, you came to kill me?!" At that moment, Gong Cao calculated his timing and saw the demon monk rushing into the forest like a headless fly.

She tapped her toes and jumped between the trees and vines, deliberately throwing stones to hit the tree trunks and making noise to disturb her hearing and vision.

Sure enough, the prey followed the sound and went elsewhere, revealing its back——

——She is like a golden eagle catching blue sheep, jumping from a tree branch more than four meters high, with a sword in her hand that is as powerful as a thousand catties!

At that moment, Xueming saw the phantom in front of him suddenly stop and reacted in advance! It felt as if it wasn't his own thoughts or his brain making the decision, but it was moving with the shadow!

"It's up there!" SD exclaimed before it was too late. This weak spirit didn't seem to be able to react as quickly as Shadow.

Belloberg held on to the knife!

Xueming's shoulder blade was dislocated and fractured on the spot, and the left side of her body tilted down.

At that moment, Kung Cao's eyes were about to burst and her eyes were blood red. The extremely powerful chop hit the thick spine of the shining golden dagger. She was like a cannonball smashed into the mud. The blade was deflected and it was difficult to get up again. Her legs were sunken. In the mud pit!

Xueming's body was severely injured, and his lungs were itching like crazy. He reached out to grab the old hat, trying to catch the woman and make her show her neck.

But the blood-granting monster is too powerful, and Xueming is no match -

——He saw another hand in front of him again.

The phantom's extended fist avoided the Tianling Gai and took a long way around the lower jaw.

Xueming followed and buckled down. At that moment, Kung Cao wanted to reach out to fight again, but found that the fighting skills of the demon monk's lotus root hand were very terrifying. She used her left hand to fight against this feminine and treacherous fist, and the back of her neck had to be completely dropped. Under the enemy's butcher's knife!

She wanted to get up and regain her center of gravity, but her half-ricket body couldn't get up. She tried to twist her waist and raise her right hand knife to slash, but the disgusting fist fight immediately turned into a piercing claw. The pressure on her throat rendered her breathless and powerless - this guy's fingers were unnaturally strong.

"What is it?" Jiang Xueming felt incredible.

SD: "How did I know? What a difficult woman! Don't let her get up! If she gets up, you won't be your opponent!"

Jiang Xueming: "That's not what I asked."

The gunsmith followed the phantom's movements and was still able to suppress the blood-giving monster even though his energy was like a gossamer. This makes his already low IQ even scarcer and his brain load higher.

"It's you" SD can also see this shadow: "It's your gunsmith, it's you!"

"Am I that fast?" Jiang Xueming stretched out his arms and palms along the line of fighting, almost treating the merit points as a spinning top: "Was I that strong before?"

"This is you." Fenxiang Huanmeng was very convinced, "It's just that you are too weak now, and your body makes you unable to believe it - Gunsmith, at the age of twenty-four, you only need a knife and a gun to kill the Incarnation Butterfly, Now you can't use Pankrasin, your body has betrayed you, making you short of breath and guilty. You can't recognize it, but I can, this illusion is you!"

For FE204863, regret medicine has given him many opportunities, but success often only comes once.

For FE33031, he had no regrets. With his parietal lobe damaged, this strange hallucination allowed him to find the only solution to the problem.

"Her condition? SD?" Jiang Xueming thought silently.

Fragrant Fantasy: "There is a contusion on the left side of the torso! There was no blood at first, but now I can feel that the strength has become smaller! The water is boiling! You are a jerk!"

"The rain is too heavy and I don't dare to use the knife. Can I hold it tightly?" Jiang Xueming said.

Fragrant Fantasy: "The meat is already hot, how can you, a butcher, be so soft-hearted?!"

Phantom had already raised his sword and was at arm's length from Jiang Xueming, with the visor of the Morpho suit hanging by his ear.

There was only panic and terror in the eyes of the time-duty hero. She originally wanted to fight quickly and did not want to test the attack surface of the monster monk - because this was how the day-duty hero died head-on.

Unexpectedly, the ambush and sneak attack failed. Life and death only took a moment. After being at a disadvantage, the demon monk's lotus hand fighting skills reached the peak, and his breath was completely different from that of a gossamer!

In this dangerous and dangerous escape and unlocking process, whoever is going to make a mistake will be unable to avoid a fist fight at arm's length. Even getting up and exerting force is a problem, let alone lifting the knife.

"Follow it?" Jiang Xueming didn't speak, but he could hear his own voice.

Fragrant Fantasy: "It's about keeping up with yourself!"

At this moment, Phantom and Xueming overlapped.

"Find the route of surgery from the seventh section of the spine"

"It's easier to enter on the right side. The heart is on the left side and the blood pressure is higher."

"Find the big blood vessel in the neck, cut it first, don't stab it, don't stab it, it's not time yet."

"The protrusion of the vertebrae is very big. You can see it clearly. If you can see it clearly, you will definitely recognize it."

"Follow the feeling of the knife path, it only takes a moment, only a moment."

"There are two bones from the transverse process foramen to the spinal cord nerve. Avoid them, press the knife handle down as much as possible, and find the joints with some curvature in the vertebral body."

"Found it, found it, found the spinous process, bypass this place"

"Pfft!——"

Thick blood spurted out from the meritorious officer's neck!

She suddenly lost all her strength, couldn't see anything, her body slowly became numb, and everything was flying away.

She felt like there was a fire burning in her head and neck. She asked the demon monk to restrain her with one hand. She couldn't get out of the trap and finally got tired. However, she lost a little strength to stand up on her knees, and her speed of fighting back to stop her from breaking away was a little slower - that terrifying and weird heat. The blade cuts right through!

The phantom disappeared, and at the moment Xueming completed the slaughtering process, it was turned into a puddle of mud by the rain.

"How did I do that?"

It wasn't until he smelled blood and his trachea started to itch again that he woke up from the dream-like scene.

Fenfang Huanmeng said with reasonable reasoning: "Human beings have a very magical talent."

"You haven't been exposed to it for so long that you've almost forgotten it."

"Existential stress is a catalyst that stimulates your potential. This phantom has been hidden in your body, and only at the moment of life and death, your brain injury makes it show."

"Oops." Jiang Xueming took out "Cranial Brain Injury" from his clothes and said in a daze, "It's really a textbook."

At that time, Gong Cao's head was drooped, with only his throat and esophagus hanging on his head, leaving a whole corpse——

——Yes, she is dead!

I had a sore throat yesterday, and today I keep sneezing and coughing.

It seems to be caused by Yang. If you are Yang, you will have brain fog and lack of concentration.

I don’t know how accurate the drafting is today, so let’s take a look first. I went to recuperate.