Swirling bullets pierced the closed door in an instant, tearing apart the planks and melting the steel, sending hot iron juice flying out of the shattered pieces of iron in all directions.

The bullet seemed to hit something, and a roar of pain rang out.

The illusion that engulfed Zhou Li and Wei Zai suddenly stopped and shattered, and Zhou Li didn't have time to wait for the dizziness and pain to pass, and the 'Crying Blade' materialized and rushed to the inner room with the broken door panel.

And it was at that moment that he was suddenly kicked away by Wei Zai beside him. In the air, he looked in amazement at the man lying on the ground, and then he heard the sound of the trigger being pulled.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several bullets flew out from behind the door, whizzing past Zhou Li's body and nailing to the wall.

If Wei Zai hadn't noticed the killing machine locked behind the door just now, I'm afraid Zhou Li would have been pierced by a bullet at this moment.

Behind the door, Zhao Xin'an, who finally reacted, threw away the pistol with an empty magazine and helped the middle-aged man who lost his right arm next to him.

He stared blankly at the broken wound on the middle-aged man's shoulder, which seemed to be burned, and was stunned: "Uncle Yuan, it's okay!?" ”

"Let's go!" Yuan Chaonian said in a low voice, pulling him to stagger towards the door, roaring and releasing the white light that created the illusion again.

The illusion struck again, this time the world shattered, and in the endless brilliant light, it was once again put together into a spinning kaleidoscope.

After not feeling gravity and losing the judgment between up and down, Zhou Li felt that the earth was turning wildly, and the concepts of front and back, left and right began to be confused.

In the brilliant kaleidoscope, he could only feel dizzy, and he heard the same footsteps and loud noises coming from all directions, and the small room turned into a labyrinth in an instant.

Without leaving time for Zhou Li to crack it again, a middle-aged capable man named Yuan Chaonian pulled Zhao Xinan and rushed out of the door.

And in the midst of the kaleidoscope that the heavens and the earth were spinning, Wei Zai forcibly stood up from the ground, and stabilized the next plate with the skill of the 'Iron Bridge Hard Horse', which had already been solid after more than ten years of penance.

With a low roar, he struck a blow with all his strength towards the source of the panic he sensed!

In an instant, with one step out, he roared and smashed out his right fist, and the strength of his whole body gathered in this punch, blasting out with the momentum of breaking all obstacles!

The five elements of Xingyi - cannon fist, heart like gunpowder, fist like cannon!

In his confusion, he felt as if he had hit something, and with the touch of his fist, he knew that the punch had broken the bones of his enemy.

Zhao Xin'an's cry of pain came, his footsteps quickened, and he ran out of the room with Wei Zai's figure.

And just a few seconds later, Zhou Li's cyan pupils finally cracked the 'kaleidoscope' world in front of him, pulled up Wei Zai and rushed out towards the door.

In his hurry, he did not forget to re-disguise himself and Wei Zai, and due to the excessive mental power consumed by invisibility, he simply turned himself and Wei Zai into two faceless people with bare faces and no organs.

In the middle of the rush, they rushed into the hallway, knocked into the two waiters who had not yet reacted, and just as they rushed around the corner, they saw the elevator door slowly closing.

In an instant, Zhou Li's throat let out an angry low roar and quickened his pace.

In the elevator, Zhao Xinan pressed the close button hard, and in the gap that gradually closed, he showed a happy smile to Zhou Li, who couldn't catch up in the distance.

In the next moment, the elevator door was completely closed, and in the confined space that began to sink, Zhao Xin'an's side hung his broken left arm, and he couldn't help but let out a gasping laugh.

At that moment, an invisible blade pierced through the iron gate, cutting horizontally!

The incomparably solid iron door was slashed a crooked gap by the horizontal blade in the sinking, and the cold blade cut through Zhao Xin'an's skin and hair, across his face, blood gushing out.

He stared blankly at his reflection on the iron door, touched the blood from his face in disbelief, and let out a scream of fear.

And just outside the elevator, Zhou Li's attacks didn't stop, waving the blade like crazy, tearing open the heavy elevator door, but only saw the empty elevator lane, and the elevator that was descending.

The sharpness of the 'Sword of Sorrow' is not limitless, and every time it is slashed, it is driven by the power of Zhou Li, even if nothing is broken, but the consumption is too huge.

In just a few swords, the little spiritual power left by Zhou Li began to bottom out, and it seemed that he could not continue to slash like this.

However...... "Sometimes, the elevator is not very safe." ”

Zhou Li sneered in a low voice and slashed at the cable in front of him with a knife. The cold knife light flashed away, and several thick steel wire cables broke instantly, and the thick cables cut through the air under the pull of the elevator, making a low muffled sound and slamming against the wall, sparks bursting out.

The elevator suddenly lost traction and fell downward, but it quickly triggered the elevator speed limiter, and the safety gear suddenly activated, causing the elevator to rub against the pulley, bursting into a burst of sparks and then stopping.

Zhou Li was about to jump down, but he heard a rush of footsteps in the corridor behind him, Wei Zai felt that more than a dozen hostile targets were coming, and hurriedly pulled Zhou Li:

"Let's go!"

Zhou Li looked at the stuck elevator in the elevator passage five or six meters below with some unwillingness, and made a somewhat unwilling sound in his throat.

Sensing the phantom power that was about to erupt inside the elevator, he understood that today could only end here, so he could only take a step back, pull up Wei Zai, activate the 'phantom disguise' again, and rush towards the door.

Carefully bypassing the group of fierce security guards armed with guns, Zhou Li and Wei Zai returned to the car from the clubhouse that had already been a mess.

Zhou Li, who was a little mentally exhausted, activated the runes in his heart, slowly recovering his strength, but he still felt a faint pain coming from his brain.

Shrouded in that level of kaleidoscope hallucination, Zhou Li, whose eyesight had been improved to the limit, felt an urge to feel dizzy and nauseous almost instantly.

Forcefully breaking that illusion realm, Zhou Li almost didn't want to see the kaleidoscope for the rest of his life.

Wei Zai's physical exertion was not large, so after resting for a while, he took the lead in speaking: "This thing, return it to you." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the alchemy armed 'lady' from his waist, and his expression was vaguely helpless: "I'm not very good at this kind of thing. ”

Handing the weapon to Zhou Li, he said with some regret: "If you don't give it to me, you may be able to get it." ”

Zhou Li raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Otherwise, you may die." "The enemy is an unknown ability, you haven't experienced this kind of scene, maybe ......" he paused and said calmly, "I don't like to take this kind of risk."

Wei Zai was stunned for a moment, smiled lowly, and quickly returned to his original silence.

Unwilling to stay here longer, Wei Zai started the car, turned onto another street, and drove back.

In the silent car, Wei Zai, who had always been silent, spoke much more unexpectedly today, although he was still concise: "Just now, you lost control. ”

Not a question, but a statement, this is a fact that Wei Zai saw with his own eyes.

Later, Zhou Li seemed to have been addicted to the battle, desperate to fight with people, and rushed to the back room without even taking precautions; And after Zhao Xin'an escaped, he still pursued him, even if their reinforcements had arrived...... is not like the usual steady and calm man, but like a mercenary who is obsessed with battle, a killer who does not care about his own safety and does not give up until he achieves his goal...... Wei Zai was puzzled by this.

After listening to this, Zhou Li smiled helplessly after being silent for a moment: "Probably...... I guess it's because I've been affected by something else. ”

"I may not be qualified to say that, but I can see that you have taken the wrong path."

Wei Zai looked ahead and said.

The reason for saying this is that once Zhou Li fought, he didn't care about his own safety at all, and every time he fought with the enemy's life, exchanging injuries for injuries.

Focusing on offense instead of defense and output sounds really powerful, and it may be normal for a killer like Ghost Cut, but for a boxer like Wei Zai who has been trained in national art for decades, it is too evil.

Practicing martial arts, whether it is brave and ruthless, being a bodyguard, the fundamental purpose of internal boxing is to strengthen the body and prolong life, not to kill.

And Zhou Li's style of play, if it is replaced by someone else, let alone prolong life, even if he does not die in battle, I am afraid that it will be completely abolished in a few years.

Now it looks like a fierce dragon, and after the age of forty, his health has plummeted, and his dark injuries have erupted and he is riddled with sequelae...... Does this guy want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair and in a hospital bed?

"I don't know who taught you such an evil style of play, but the more ruthless the style of play, the more attention is generally paid to the kung fu of nourishing qi. You don't seem to have much research on this front. ”

Hearing Wei Zai say this, Zhou Li's smile became more and more helpless. Why is there no research? I don't have that kind of thing at all.

No matter how reluctant he is to admit it, his style of play, his moves, and his experience all come from the memories left by Ghost Cut. And he is also stepping on the old road of ghost cutting, moving quickly in the direction of the 'strongest killer'.

The experience left by Oni Cut was not hidden in the slightest, and Zhou Li himself worked hard to learn, so that, unconsciously, he himself was limited to death by Oni Cut's style. The tragedy is that Zhou Li doesn't even have anything to make a reference, to make himself touch the analogy, to correct the direction.

The soul is the carrier of memory, and memory is the foundation of the will...... On the other hand, the memory of the Oni Cut is another part of the Oni Cut. If this is not the case, how can Zhou Li be able to reproduce the illusion of the body through memory? It's just that there is no longer a drive of will, it is just an empty shell.

It is indeed a good thing to have such an encyclopedia and peerless miracles, but Zhou Li is not a ghost after all, and it is impossible to become the strongest killer in the past.

Zhou Li didn't know that if he continued like this, he would be eroded by the influence of his memory unconsciously? It's just that where in the world is there such a good thing that can become strong quickly without sequelae? Even the rich second-generation Iron Man Stark had to be eroded by the nuclear battery of his steel suit and endure the pain of severe poisoning before he researched new energy.

There are gains and losses, and equivalent substitution is always the truth. Originally, Zhou Li was ready to pay the price, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

(To be continued)