Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

The speed was so fast that Shagen had no time to dodge, so he could only hand up the black spear in his hand and lay it across the path of the spear. Xie Zhifei's shot was so fierce that even if he was stopped by the black spear, he even smashed the black spear on Sha's shoulder. With a muffled sound, Sha was directly half-kneeled to the ground, and a half-meter-wide dirt pit was slammed into the ground where his knees landed.

Even in the face of this kind of sudden attack, Sha was extremely sophisticated. The black spear slashed diagonally, dropped the spear from his shoulders, and then slammed the pestle on the ground, just like Ji Qinger's last sword. At ordinary times, the ground launched a murderous intent, the dragon and snake started to move, and the black dragon and python came upside down. Xie Zhifei responded with a tiger-like posture and flew upside down.

After fighting for a long time, it was the first time that there was a substantial victory. Sha Jiantou, who had been severely hit, was obviously twisted abnormally. There must be an impact on the spear. And Xie Zhifei coughed up another mouthful of blood when he landed.

"You..." Sha Zhangkou wanted to say something, although it seemed that he suffered more this time, but in a practical sense, the shock of Xie Zhifei's sudden explosion on his arm would not be too small. So he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

"What am I?" Xie Zhifei smiled and wiped the blood from his lips, "Shouldn't I fight with you?"

"Or, the result of my desperate efforts has reduced your winning rate in the next battle, so you want to scold me?"

"I said at the beginning, I rejected the deal, right?" Xie Zhifei asked back, "So I don't have any obligation to let you go to the next round without injury."

"I just want to win this one, you are thinking about how to win the next one. I have no way out, you have, so you suffer."

"I see." Sha nodded, "But you are wrong about one thing." Xie Zhifei looked at him without speaking, as if asking a question.

Sha loosened his hand holding the black spear, and the black spear floated in front of him, and behind him a **** Buddha loomed.

"No matter what you think, you can't win this game."

"Really?" Xie Zhifei shook his head, "I think I have won."

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Chapter 145 Errors

The appearance of the Great Buddha only appeared for a moment, without the kindness or relief of ordinary Buddhas, it was dark and dry. Every inch of flesh was tightly adhered to the bones.

Absolute indifference is condensed on that same thin face, absolutely objective without the slightest vitality, just like ashes after the fire has burned out. Although it only appeared for a moment, Xie Zhifei felt that the Buddha had been entangled behind the sand like a shadow. Chung's eyes without a trace of emotion looked at himself, not angry, not redeeming, just watching his life, and his death.

The same gray also appeared in Sha's eyes, and the two pupils became light and pale gray, and the original color could no longer be recalled. It was as if those gray eyes were looking at you from the very beginning.

The next moment the distance between the pair of eyes suddenly narrowed, and faster than the eyes was the black spear, which had already smashed down from the top. Xie Zhifei raised his gun to defend, even though he was slightly surprised by the sudden increase in the speed of the opponent. But he didn't get in a hurry. He grabbed the middle of the gun barrel with both hands, raised the gun body, and then the black spear smashed up the next moment.

A deafening roar emanated from the point where the spears and guns intersected, and the metal-to-metal collision was like a roar of a dragon, as if a bomb had been detonated during the collision, and the two of them were instantly shrouded in sparks and dust. The huge force, like being hit by a heavy hammer, directly overwhelmed Xie Zhifei, and knelt heavily on one knee to the ground. He even smashed the ground directly, and the semi-circular pit spread out with him as the center.

His chest seemed to be on fire, and the pungent blood had poured out. Xie Zhifei struggled to set aside the black spear, and he rolled out to the other side.

After the roll was over, Xie Zhifei, who was half-squatting with his spear, vomited a mouthful of blood. Both arms trembled involuntarily, and every bone groaned. Heavy, very heavy. Every blow of Sha was already heavy before, but now it has more than doubled. That skinny body seemed to have the heart of an evil dragon inside, and it was able to continuously burst out stronger and stronger power to him, forever. Nonstop.

With a crisp sound of a sharp weapon, Sha pulled out the black spear from the ground. Just this action caused the blue veins on Sha's forehead to burst.

At the same time, the black spear in his hand was undergoing amazing changes, popping. Incomparably dense and crisp pops came from the light spear in his hand. In this dense explosion. The black spear, which was originally twisted like a horned dragon, swelled and twisted frantically!

The tiny scales opened one after another, and then buckled again. The crisp sound was like a bullet being loaded. The movement of the awakening of things. Lines of blood as thin as cobwebs grew along the spear body under the scales, rapidly spreading from his hands to the rest of the spear at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, blood lines covered the entire body of the spear, and the scales snapped together one by one. The black spear turned into a wildly dancing evil dragon and woke up, pulsing uneasily in Sha's hand.

Then the sand rushed forward again, the black spear waving with the sound of the wind, a sweep as if it could shake the mountains. In contrast to his violent attack, there was absolute calmness on his face, and he said it was dead silence. Even during the attack, there was no emotion in those gray eyes, and the whole face seemed to be dead.

Raging anger and absolute calmness seem to be incompatible emotions. But it got a near-perfect kneading on Sha's body. Naturally, Xie Zhifei would not fight hard. He retreated and jumped. The furious snake spear swept across his body. With one blow, he threw out a dark air blade, and just when he thought he had escaped, The snake spear suddenly stretched out, leaving a wound on his left flank.

The air blade fell to the ground, making a low sound, Xie Zhifei lowered his hand to cover his wound, and a whole piece of flesh and blood was torn off. Just like the place where the air blade hit, the wound was abnormally gray-white as if it had been bitten by some kind of beast.

Sha, who turned around, followed with another spear, giving Xie Zhifei no chance to catch his breath, and the tip of the spear, which turned into a flood dragon, let out a shrill roar. It was another wild slash, and it smashed Xie Zhifei in the head. After liberating the black spear in his hand, Sha's fighting style changed. It was full of tyranny and madness.

It was as if a certain door had just been opened and the devil in his heart was released.

But for Xie Zhifei, this wasn't much good news, because Sha's strength and speed had been upgraded again. Of course, in a warrior's battle, winning is not just based on strength and speed. Technology, experience, and even intuition are all important keys.

But in frontal combat, the pressure brought by sufficient strength and speed is absolutely irreplaceable and incomparable. For example, Po Jun, just pushing the power to an absolute level, has already allowed him to reach the extreme end of the world.

Now Xie Zhifei is facing such a problem. Sha's wild movements have indeed brought a lot of flaws, but now he is like a tyrannical tornado.

And his evasion is also limited, especially the black spear that has gained life, always makes some almost unbelievable extensions in some situations that he has thought to dodge, such as turning a corner or extending a Cut or something.

All these brought Xie Zhifei a lot of trouble, and the flesh and blood were torn off one by one. In fact, if controlling blood was not his ability, he would have even lost. Lost on the bleeding of these wounds. But even so, he couldn't do much away from losing. He used to rely on blood-damaging skills to reach the opponent's 50-50.

Now facing the opponent who has completely suppressed his own after the explosion, not only has to bear the damage caused by the opponent. And his own blood loss has not stopped. After all, at this time, if he is asked to give up the speed and power bonus brought by the energy mix explosion, he will only fail faster.

The black shadow of the spear pressed down from the left shoulder again, Xie Zhifei stomped and tried to dodge. But this time, a crisp bang sounded, his footsteps crooked, and a hole the size of an egg exploded on the ground, but he was unable to pop out.

Although he has been using the metaphor of blood-damaging skills, this is not a game after all, and the use of the concept of skills is entirely dependent on one's own operations. Although Xie Zhifei is very familiar with this trick, the upgrade of Haoran Qi and the mixing of proportions are still not simple things, and the amount of energy to be detonated each time according to different needs is completely determined by himself.

So to put it simply, Xie Zhifei made a mistake.

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Chapter 146 not yet

In fact, such a mistake did not even surprise him, but the fact that the accident has only occurred now has surprised him. After all, since the beginning of this game, he has used so many energy bursts in a row. According to his own estimated success rate, in fact, it should have happened a long time ago.

But not surprising does not mean there is no problem! On the contrary, in fact, the problem is very big, because under such a wild offensive as Sha, the representative of a mistake is. There was no way he could dodge the blow. Leaning forward, he finally managed to hold the gun on his shoulder before the sand. Blocked the black spear.

However, the strength of the black spear's blow to erode dozens of meters was transmitted into his body without any leftovers. It was as if a bomb exploded on his shoulder. Xie Zhifei spat out a mouthful of blood. The shoulder blades made an unpleasant sound, and the entire left arm lost its strength and slackened.

Sand, who succeeded in one hit, would not miss this opportunity. He swung the snake spear into an afterimage, and the black spear shadow was shrouded in a radius of several meters. I don't even know how many times he swung at this moment!

With only the next hand left, Xie Zhifei raised the red spear with one hand in his right hand, and also waved an afterimage to intercept it. In an instant, the black spear and the red spear staggered several times. But if both hands can't handle the strength, how can one hand withstand it?

If only the bones were groaning before, then now it was making a sound of destruction. With every blow, Xie Zhifei could hear the cracks in his arm and radius. But even though the hand bones were screaming constantly, Xie Zhifei still endured the severe pain and raised his hand to resist, trying his best to defend against all vital attacks that would hurt the heart.

The bones of the hand gradually shattered, and the range that could be defended became smaller and smaller. The knee was smashed by two spears, the spear was hit in the right shoulder, and the right hand collapsed. Before that, almost all the bones in the right hand had been shortened. It's a little less than a finger's length, and it's soft like it's stuffed with cotton.

After completely eliminating the ability to resist, the next step is unilateral abuse. The heavy thumping sound and the crisp bone rupture sounded together, making people wonder why the white light hadn't turned on yet, and Xie Zhifei had not been attacked like this. Defeat!

In fact, he has almost collapsed. Before he came to the arena, he had already passed out several times. But the soul strengthened by the sea of ​​​​green is as tough as steel wire, but the tougher the soul, the more it can make him feel his current pain, almost every internal organ is bleeding, and every bone on the body is covered with cloth. Full of cracks or broken, and even every piece of skin began to crack with tiny cobweb-like wounds.

The whole person was like being thrown into a flame or sulfuric acid, and the fiery pain filled the whole body, as if it would never end, making people feel that maybe it would be better if they died.

There is nothing that never ends, not even conceptual things like gods or dynasties or even spirits, they change over time, fade, be replaced, forgotten, and then disappear in the flood of history. middle.

So even in Xie Zhifei's feelings, this pain is so long and huge, like a river and an ocean, but it has an end. When it ends, naturally, the sand's attack stops.

The heavy end of the spear slammed into Xie Zhifei's waist, knocking him out. Sand stopped. He hunched over, gasping for breath. The gray eyes slowly turned back to their original color, with a tinge of yellow-sand-brown tan.

The black spear in his hand also calmed down, and the violent Jiaolong first became more violent, as if he didn't want to obey the arrangement of dormant again. It twisted, it danced wildly, but no matter how hard it struggled, the sand's fingers like steel claws held it tightly in their hands.

Finally, its movements slowly calmed down, as if it had been frozen, and slowly froze, the clasped scales sank down into inconspicuous patterns on the spear, the dragon head lost its luster, slowly shrank, and finally came out of its mouth. Spit out the tip of the spear. Only those dark red bloodshots went somewhere. In the end, the only thing left in Sha's hands was the black spear that was bent like a horned dragon.

And the appearance of the sand is even more unbearable, the bloodline that bursts like a small snake sinks back under the skin, the head is lowered, and the whole person leans on the spear of Love Pestle, as if half of his soul has been taken away, and he was originally thin and dry. His body became thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But even so, everyone felt that Sand had won. Xie Zhifei hadn't lost consciousness yet. Everyone was surprised, but his state could be seen at a glance. From the cracked skin, the dissolved blood seeped out, and the whole person was wrapped in blood. The limbs twisted in strange directions, as the bones were all broken.

Different from the previous one, although there was no magnificent scene of the black flooded river pushing the river at the end, this blood-to-blood fight showed another kind of tragic and real. Xie Zhifei's appearance of holding up the red gun in his hand for the last time to block is even more tenacious.

No one knew why he had to fight like this, and he was unwilling to admit defeat even when he looked like this, just like no one knew why Ji Qinger used such a desperate play. But that doesn't stop them from respecting their two shots. They are not competing, they are fighting. Do everything possible to win.

Respect can represent recognition, but not winning or losing...

"Not yet..." A vague, hoarse, **** or something else sounded low, the sound was so low that it seemed to drift away in the next moment. But it is so heavy because it means that Xie Zhifei has not given up.