"Poof." Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Pang Zhi got up from the ground, which was already 14 meters away from the place where he fell, which was a relatively safe place.

Just when the attack appeared, Pang Zhi hit Impelton, and he couldn't get out in time because he was riding a vehicle, and was hit by the opponent's attack. But in the same way, with the help of the opponent's strong attack, at the moment when the vehicle was transformed, Pang Zhi completed the escape, and rolled out of the opponent's attack range several times in a row after landing.

"Why did you do this, you could save her, why didn't you save me?" A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Pang Zhi didn't answer, not that he couldn't answer but that he didn't need to answer.

The apparition didn't continue to ask, just like the last time, appearing for a moment and then disappearing again.

"That's not a good sign." After moving his arm, his right hand could barely hold the sword, and because his left hand was used as a cushion when he landed, he was not only unable to move at the moment, but even simply swung with the wind, and the piercing pain would appear, and the left hand had become a complete burden.

"I remember that a white-haired swordsman who had broken his arm was either missing for many years or breaking the rules for many years."

Glancing at the dust, it was an orangutan, no, it should be said that the monster like King Kong, both in shape and size, if anything, it was wearing a set of armor that looked like it was full of armor on the outside of its body.

"Ha, are you the flesh and blood that Impelton said you need to deal with?"

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pang Zhi found that his glimpse just now was still a little worse, the other party was indeed in the shape of the armor King Kong, but the skin under the armor had already turned blue, and strange things were shuttling between the skins, and the super-technological god of war turned into a biochemical monster under this careful observation.

But whether it is the rack King Kong or the biochemical monster, it makes no difference to Pang Zhi, he took a step forward, drew his sword in his left hand, and made a move.

The starting hand is an attack, every sword is an attack, there is no move to defend, and no move is to retreat. Move, take life, Pang Zhi's shot at this moment is the swordsmanship used by Impelton before, and every move is a nirvana.

The laser sword, although it did not become a melee god soldier as it was originally designed, was still equipped for the use of betrayers, the reason was naturally that it was indestructible in its extreme state, so the Imperial Training Department specially designed a one-hit killing sword technique for this unsuccessful item, and exerted its cutting power to the limit.

Although the sword in Pang Zhi's hand is not as powerful as the laser sword, the Beacon Fire that has been forged with Super Alloy Z as the core for thirty years is still sharp, and with the power of magic, it is just right to use this sword technique in the face of a creature whose defense is not strong.

Bumper.

The monster smashed the ground frantically, every blow was full force, and each blow made its muscles beat, but there was no point, just attacking the ground was of no use to Pang Zhi, he was not the kind of guy who was unstable.

Pang Zhi's sword shadow swept over the monster, hitting accurately every time, deepening the traces at the monster's shoulder little by little, as for the monster's attack, under his pace, it was just useless to smash the ground.

Snort, sneer.

The sword rubbed against the bone stubble several times, and the opponent's right arm finally let out a scream, without hesitation, the next moment Pang Zhi stepped on the monster's knee, and the huge force made the monster's body stumble, and then the sword shadow in Pang Zhi's hand, which used the strength to exert his strength again, was unified, and a sword was cut down, and a thick arm flew out.

"12 seconds, it took a full 12 seconds to chop off an arm, so it looks like it's going to take you 24 seconds."

The sword light in his hand was cold, and Pang Zhi shot again.

Forward, the traction power in Impelton's hand continued to launch, driving her body to chase the monster in front, she didn't go to the rescue of Pang Zhi after being shot down before, let alone stupidly waiting for Pang Zhi to catch up, but used the traction position to move in the air as soon as possible to continue to pursue the monster.

This is not a typical Hollywood movie after all, after the male protagonist stays behind, the female protagonist has to drag him, rub there for a long time, or even have sex, and then save the world by the way.

This is the reality.

The speed of the pursuit was not as fast as Pang Zhi's before, but compared to the monster that was limited by the road because of its size, Impelton's speed was still enough, enough to hang behind it.

But this kind of pursuit will not last long, in front of it is the Shuiyue District, a tourist area dominated by natural scenery, in other words, there are not so many sturdy buildings there to restrict the opponent's movements, and according to the previous situation, the other party can easily manipulate the walking dead around it.

"Leave a mark. Drawing his crossbow and firing three arrows at the monster, he slammed into the monster's unrepaired back with three completely different markings, and then was devoured by the gradually repairing muscles.

Then, just after Impelton followed the monsters into the Water Moon Zone, a group of monsters appeared in front of her to block the way.

The laser sword opened, and the body did not slow down but increased its speed, directly avoiding the pincer attacks on the left and right sides, and slashed the monster in front of it in two sections, assaulting, and pulling the position between the trees to drive the body to continue to move forward at high speed.

But even such a surprise attack still can't close the distance between Impelton and the monster, and after breaking away from the encirclement of Chaokoin, the monster has surpassed most civilian vehicles in this world with its huge body speed.

What's more, there are more and more blocked people who have been summoned, and there are countless alienated creatures in front of them, using their inspired fighting instincts to block Impelton.

Poof.

The pouring blood poured on Pang Zhi's head, he didn't feel anything, or he was numb, so numb that he didn't react to the pungent smell, Pang Zhi slammed back the sword in the opponent's body, and at the same time a donkey rolled and dodged the attack behind him.

"Although more than one of them has guessed, the number of them is really tiring now."

On the way forward Pang Zhi, 12 similar bodies have been laid, the first three are still limbs cut off, and the back ones have already died in a tragic state, disemboweling and disemboweling are all pediatrics, and even one body has all its internal organs dug out, the back of the head is all empty, and the spinal cord has been cut off.

That's why there is this corpse, which is just a slight sword mark on the chest, which pierces through the chest until the spine is severed.

Cutting off the spinal cord does not completely stop the monster's movement, but it can temporarily hinder the opponent's movement, at least until the power of the opponent's body is manipulated, and the monster whose spine is cut off can only rub on the ground until the various parts are used to manipulating each other.

But it's not enough, it's far from enough, even if there are enough corpses, but there are even more monsters blocked, so many that Pang Zhi can't break through.

The black pressure is all caused by the cover of the monster's shadow, the road in front has been blocked by monsters, and there are constantly monsters joining the army of blocking the road, they seem to be more than instinct.

"It feels like a zombie slice fish." Spit on himself, Pang Zhi barely grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand, took a step, the thunder reappeared, and the stab went straight to the throat of the monster in front of him, according to the attack mode of that monster, the throat is a very poorly protected place, once a strong attack is launched, there must be a movement to raise his head and charge his strength.

The sword light entered, and he pressed down and cut into the cervical vertebrae behind him and cut it off.

No, it was not cut off, the left hand had already reached the limit, even if Pang Zhi immediately smashed the scrapped right hand on it, it was too late, only one step late.

"Bump!"

The monster's attack was reached, and the two giant fists with perfect charging proved that they hit Pang Zhi directly, there was no defense, no blocking, and the sternum took the weight of this blow, and then Pang Zhi's body flew out sideways.

But it was only a step too slow, and the sword was still nailed to the monster's neck, cutting off the monster's spinal cord.

"Poof!" Blood spat out, Pang Zhi struggled to stand up, but he couldn't move, he could only simply move his fingers and kick his feet a few times.

"Did you get hit on the head too?" An idea popped up in his mind, Pang Zhi looked at the monster in front of him, rubbed his hands, and barely allowed himself to have a sitting posture, "It looks like this is the end?" ”

The monster rushed over, with a sharp pain in the chest, I don't know how many bones were broken, it was difficult to breathe, and it looked like the lungs had been poked.

The vision was a little blurry, and the concussion in the brain did not improve.

Lack of physical strength, energy limit.

It's over?

No.

The left hand can also be raised, so there is one more trick.

The swordsmanship he had learned was displayed in front of him one by one.

Basic swordsmanship: splitting, stabbing, picking, wiping, teasing, sweeping, intercepting, hanging, and collapsing.

Swordsmanship in martial arts: Songfeng, Wudang, Huashan, Dugu, Taijixian.

Swordsmanship in comics: Thunder Light, Son of Heaven, Heavenly Sword, Holy Spirit, Supreme Appearance.

Swordsmanship in Xianxia: Ming Sheng, No Trace, Ten Thousand Gods, Twelve Hateful Appearances.

Fantasy swordsmanship: Ignorance three stages, Yan Hui three strikes, sword twenty three appearances.

It doesn't matter if the magic power is completely rampant at this moment, it doesn't matter if the swordsmanship is just a virtual appearance, what Pang Zhi needs is not them, just swing them, looking forward to the sword they want in Pang Zhi's heart.

"Why don't you give up?" Looking at Pang Zhi, who was moving his arms with difficulty, the phantom spoke, "Just like for me, just like everyone else, to think, to beg for a way." ”

"Why don't you give up?"

Looking at the phantom, Pang Zhi smiled, this was the first time he smiled at this person, "Because I don't want my sin to create your tragedy again." ”

The other party is not Pang Zhi's relatives, friends, or friends, and even Pang Zhi has only seen each other once, at that time, the other party was struggling in the water, and from time to time fell under the water and choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

Pang Zhi didn't know what to do, so he went to save him himself? Maybe the other party will drag themselves down, maybe they will swim halfway to the leg cramps, maybe they are not strong enough and become a burden to other people who have the ability to rescue, maybe the water will not be able to swim over.

So at that time he kept thinking until the man disappeared under the surface of the river.

Then Pang Zhi learned about his mistakes, the evil that he absolutely could not escape.

It's not because of cowardice, it's something more painful for him than cowardice – giving up.

He had been thinking about it at that time, and he had not made any decisions, and this was the greatest sin, the sin that even remorse did not allow.

It is true that jumping off might save that person, or be dragged down by that person. It is true that that person may be worthy of salvation or deserve death, but whether to save or not to save is the choice, and thinking is not the choice.

Only those who have made a choice can either rejoice or regret their choice. But people who have not made any choices can do nothing, and even regret is absolutely not allowed.

Because there will inevitably be gains and losses when making choices, and just thinking about it will give you nothing but loss.

Therefore, Pang Zhi decided that he would no longer let himself be limited by thinking, and kept moving forward, even if there was endless regret on the road, he would inevitably move forward.

"Projection, my sword."

The sword came out, the phantom converged, and there was only a cold light.

"Poof."

A slight sound sounded, and then blood flowers bloomed one after another, and a light pierced the entire street.

But it's not over, Pang Zhi's sword is just a sword, even if it's a sword that runs through the street, it's just a sword, and it can only penetrate the enemies in the sword path, and there are other monsters that haven't been hit.

So the next moment, many monsters pounced.

"Boom, boom!"

A loud sound suddenly approached, and a gray line could be seen engulfing countless buildings, approaching here, and then the dragon of smoke and dust devoured the monster that pounced, and continued to push forward without hesitation, and then a continuous sonic boom followed the dragon of dust and smoke.

The dust flowed past, and only a ruin passage stretched across the earth.

"That's true." Looking at this scene, Pang Zhi didn't know what to say, the monsters that made him fall into a bitter battle did not appear after being involved in the dust flow, only a broken arm left on the ruins let people know that there were other things here before.

"At least the mission can continue, even though I need a sword."