"Whew!" the blades of the two daggers rubbed against each other, and at the same time there was a very harsh sound of metal rubbing, and a dense string of sparks was also rubbed.

11 Holding the moon with his backhand, he rotated three hundred and sixty degrees on the ground, and as soon as the moon was separated from the instructor's dagger, it had already cut his neck from another direction.

The instructor sneered, and in an instant, he raised the dagger and slashed the moon, and the muzzle of the gun in his left hand was aimed at 11's waist and abdomen.

But in the imagination, the two daggers collided again. The gunfire also rang out at the same time, and by the flash of sparks coming out of the muzzle, the instructor saw that there was no one in front of him, and 11 was no longer in that direction. The bullets that shot through the thick metal layer pierced the thick metal layer and made a muffled buzzing sound.

Without the slightest hesitation, the instructor immediately jumped over to the minefield with his instincts, and at the same time sharply reversed and fired another shot behind him.

At the moment when the gunpowder burned, he saw a pitch-black figure leap to the side with agility, avoiding the bullet he had just fired, and then continued to rush towards him with great speed.

The instructor didn't think about it, and immediately fired another shot in the direction of the figure, and he himself was already standing in the middle of the three mines, only enough for a person to land.

The bullet missed again without any suspense, and the reaction of 11 was too amazing. Despite the incredible power and shooting of the pistol in the instructor's hand, 11 always had a clear grasp of the time the moment before the bullet was fired. So as to avoid it calmly.

11 did not give the instructor a chance to shoot again, had already rushed to his side, and suddenly jumped high and jumped over several mines under his feet. As his body in mid-air brushed past the instructor, the moon slashed at his neck. The instructor also grabbed the dagger with his backhand and headed towards the moon slasher.

"Wow!" In a crisp metal cracking sound, the dagger in the instructor's hand was cut in two. The instructor was taken aback, he knew that the knife in his hand was a first-class saber, although it was not sharpened like clay, but it would not be so bad that it would break after only a few slashes from each other, right?

Time did not allow him to think about why his best saber was not as good as others, and the 11th Cutting Moon had continued to cut down without any barrier.

The instructor knew he couldn't go back. The mines here are all planted by his own hands, and even with his eyes closed, he knows where each mine is. He also knew that if he took a step back, he would step on the landmine he had put on himBut if he didn't retreat, the knife of 11 would have slit his throat.

The instructor had no time to think about whether this was called cocooning and self-restraint, and he quickly raised his arm to take the knife instead of his neck. There was no sparkle of the sword, only the cold blade cut through the sleeve and stuck to the skin, and then the forearm of the right hand cracked like a fire. Silently, one of the instructor's arms sprayed a puddle of blood, hanging limply at an incredible angle. The sharpness of the slashing moon actually cut off the arm bone in silence. It's a pity that the knife is broken first, and then the bones are broken, and the castration of the moon is exhausted after all, otherwise this knife will not only cut off the instructor's arm, but also cut his throat a little further.

It's a pity that Chopping Moon couldn't cut the instructor's throat after all, and even that arm couldn't be completely cut off, the instructor's arm hung down weakly and swayed from side to side, leaving only that little bit of tendon skin still entangled in pain.

"Bang!" the gunshot rang out at the same time, and 11 still had no space to dodge in mid-air, and the bullet hit his navel to the left without any suspense. Exploded in an instant. The minced meat, blood, and half of his thumb-length intestines flew out,11 and the impact of the bullet knocked him away from where he should have landed, and when his foot just stepped on the ground, another "boom" explosion spread. 11 stepped on a mine.

Although the explosion power of the S22 is not large, its instantaneous explosion is enough to break a leg and fly away. Rao is 11 Earth physique is extraordinary, but he is still flesh and blood after all. S22 not only blew his legs into a blur of flesh and blood, but the impact also threw his entire body flying, and when he fell to the ground, his left arm pressed a cold hard object.

"Boom!" there was another explosion, 1 snorted, rolled to the side several times, and then lay on the ground motionless. Thankfully, he hadn't gone deep into the minefield. Thankfully, the air wave when the first mine exploded pushed him in the direction outside. Otherwise, I don't know how many mines will be pressed down after rolling down these laps.

When the two mines exploded in succession, the instructor knew that 11 had stepped on the mine. He did not immediately take advantage of the victory to pursue. Because the S22 was modified by his own hands, the blasting time was shortened to less than a second, and even the fastest creatures in the world could not dodge. And although he didn't know how the 11 injuries were, he pressed the mine twice in a row, and even God couldn't save him.

The instructor took a few breaths, gritted his teeth, pinched the broken arm of his right hand with his left hand, and vigorously tore off the last bit of tendon, and then casually threw away the broken arm and no longer cherished, as if the hand that was still holding half of the dagger did not belong to him at all. Only the iron blue face, the distorted muscles of his face and the cold sweat that constantly oozes from his forehead betray his pain.

The instructor's only remaining left hand slowly put the night vision goggles still hanging above his head to his eyes, and the 11 hooligan-style stalking method just now made him have no time to wear night vision goggles. When his eyes suddenly turned into a dark green color, the instructor finally saw the picture he was looking forward to.

11He lay motionless on the ground not far away, and did not know whether he was dead or alive. His two legs were not blown out as expected, but they were almost there, and the flesh and blood on one leg to the knee were almost gone, and he could clearly see that the white bone was still stubbornly connected to the body with the crumbs. The other leg is not so strict, but it is also blurred with flesh and blood, and it is estimated that it should be scrapped. In addition, there is 11's left arm, and the five fingers on the palm of the hand are exposed to the fingertip bones, and from the palm to the arm, there is no point intact. It looked like a pile of mud stuck to the bones, and it looked disgusting, with a few pieces of clothing stuck to it that were completely soaked in blood.

The instructor looked at the minefield again. 11. The two mines were on the edge of the minefield, and the ground was charred and blackened, both of which were the result of the high temperature burning the ground at the moment after the mine exploded. There were blood stains everywhere in the neighborhood. It is no longer clear which ones are the instructors' own and which ones are 11.

The instructor held the pistol in his left hand, strode over to 11, hooked his toes and kicked him in the shoulder.

11 lay motionless on the ground, as if he had lost his breath. His face and head were covered with crimson blood, and a pool of blood was still expanding from under his body.

The instructor looked at his broken arm, then at 11 with his eyes closed, and smiled coldly: "Very good." You are the first to hurt me like this, except for 13, and you are really my proudest student. 13If you want me to take half my life, and you want me an arm, you are really in the same danger. ”

The instructor slowly raised the gun, aimed it at 11's head, and said, "Goodbye, the bastard I taught." ”

At this moment, 11 Huo Di opened his eyes, and his right hand, which was still able to move, suddenly grabbed the instructor's foot and pulled it hard. The instructor was unsteady and fell backwards. But after all, the star is a star, and he is the killer king who was all the rage when he was young, how can it be so easy to deal with? The instructor hurriedly pressed down with his only left hand to support his body and did not fall down, and at the same time, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and the other foot that was not dragged by 11 kicked heavily towards the façade of 11.

He couldn't help but be angry, he didn't expect that 11 would have the strength to resist in such a situation. Although in the eyes of the instructor, 11's resistance was as threatening as throwing pebbles at a child, this obedient disobedience made him shoot the student, which made him very angry.

"Bang!" the sharp corners of the combat boot** kicked on the ears of 11 ground. Immediately kicked his eardrums open, and a wisp of blood hung from the earhole.

11 stiffly took this kick, grabbed the instructor's pants with his right hand and pulled it hard, pulled his immovable body to the ground and leaned against the instructor a few points.

The instructor wanted to push 11 away with his knees. But suddenly, a sharp pain at the root of the lower body reached the depths of the brain. The instructor couldn't help but scream, he couldn't help but scream, he could pick up the arm if he was gone, or it didn't matter if he had a prosthetic arm. But a man's lifeline is gone, how can he be faked? Without the lifeline, is he still a man? In the future, when there is pressure, who will he find to vent it?

The instructor was furious. Hodi raised the gun and aimed it at 11's head. 11 Ignore the gun completely. With his right hand, he stabbed the moon slash into the ribs of the instructor's lower chest, and then pulled it back hard. Immediately, the instructor's stomach was dissected, and all the internal organs and intestines were exposed.

The instructor screamed, and his whole body trembled violently. He stared at 11 with wide eyes, and the muzzle of his left hand was also on 11's head, but he didn't shoot.

11 was also looking at the instructor with his neck up, his face was covered with blood, and the blade of the moon slashing blade held in his right hand was still buried deep in the instructor's lower abdomen.

After a long time of staring at the two of them, the instructor's hand dragging the gun finally hung down softly and fell to the ground, his head was pillowed back on the ground, his head was tilted, his eyes were weak and empty, and he muttered in a low voice: "Yes, 11, you are out of the school...... It's mine...... Little mongrel ......"

The instructor's eyes slowly closed, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gradually stopped breathing.

11 lay on the instructor's body, wheezing violently. At the last moment just now, the instructor obviously still had the strength to buckle the board machine and pull him to death, but the instructor did not do it. Why?

A "father" who accompanied him for seven years, and also educated him for seven years, would die in his hands. Sad, uncomfortable, or liberating? I can't tell you what it's like.

Maybe he didn't have any feelings with the instructor at all, but the instructor didn't kill him in the end, and the sentence "My little bastard" also reminded 11 of Chu Hailan's sentence before he died, "Farewell, my son." ”

He closed his eyes deeply, gritted his teeth tightly, and after a long time, 11 slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the instructor deeply, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I want to live." ”

The wounds on his feet, left hand, and abdomen frantically grew sprouts of flesh that wriggled and tangled together like tiny white worms, and then continued to run down the bones to the bottom of the wounds. Wherever the granulation is covered, new tissues continue to grow, subcutaneous muscles and finally a layer of skin is formed at a degree visible to the naked eye.

In just a few minutes, all of 1's wounds had completely healed, and there were no signs of his injuries except for the shreds of his clothes and the blood stains all over his body.

11, who was covered in sweat and blood, got up from the instructor's body, bent down to take the pistol from the instructor's hand and retrieved the slashing moon, no longer looked at the corpse, and strode outside.

At this time, the fighting outside continued. Cold Night and the unknown sniper are constantly attacking, while Ice Dream, who has lost an arm, is chased and hiding by another person.

Ice Dream's opponent is like a prey, with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. While smiling sideways, he chased after Bingmeng and fired a shot from time to time.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out, Bingmeng snorted, his feet were empty, and the whole person threw himself forward and fell heavily on the ground. She endured the pain and looked back at her feet, only to find that one leg was gone, and only the minced flesh and skin connected the half-amputated leg to the body.

The man licked his tongue, an excited expression appeared on his face, and the male features of his lower body were also raised high, and it was obvious that he was really excited, even more excited than sleeping with a woman.

He slowly raised the gun and aimed it at the breast peak of Bingmeng's chest, swallowing saliva as his Adam's apple kept rising and falling, like a pervert seeing a stripped beauty. Bing Meng glared at him fiercely, with an unwilling and unyielding expression, and his chest kept rising and falling.

At this time, neither Bingmeng nor this person noticed that not far from them, 1 was also holding a gun at this person. But in the end, 11 did not shoot, but put down the gun again, admiring the picture that was about to be covered with blood.

"Bang!" the gunshots of the Last Judgment finally rang out!