Chapter 450: The Clash of Souls

This is. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。 Where? Yes.. The head hurts, especially above the eyebrow bone, it's like something is going to come out, it hurts...

Zhang Yinyuan got up, pressed his forehead, stumbled a few steps, and when he lowered his head, the difference between height and severe headache made him almost fall to the ground and sit on the ground.

"Ahh It hurts... Fingers clenched his eyebrows, and he groaned and groaned lowly.

"Damn. Where the hell is this? The cracked sunlight shone down from the top of the head, hitting the skin, there was a hot feeling, turning the direction, covering the head, the violent nausea came up one by one, looking at the words on the wooden sign above the head, and recognized it for a long time, before slowly reciting word by word.

"Liu, home, Zhuang... Liujiazhuang? Hey? How am I at home? I'm not there ... I.. The confusion in Zhang Yinyuan's eyes swept away, "What am I doing?" ”

Lowered his head, saw the big leather shoes and red trousers on his feet, touched the big coat on his body, his brows couldn't help frowning, his eyes slowly became sharp, and the sharp pain that was almost about to strain his brain was also endured by strong willpower, spread his hands, and the residual blood drew a strange shape on the palm.

"I want to forget something, think about it, what was I doing before?"

The memory in his mind was quickly revived under the costume of a red dog, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"Huh. . . The realm of the soul. Do you want my memories? ”

"Yo, Liujiazhuang, but, why do you live in Liujiazhuang with the surname Zhang, no wonder you killed them all." A smiling voice suddenly sounded not far away.

Zhang Yinyuan turned his head in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, a flame dragon roar was about to erupt, but as soon as he raised his hand, he instantly screamed in his heart, the original vast mana in his body was actually trickling down, even the strong physical fitness didn't know when it disappeared cleanly, and he was the same now as when he didn't enter the space!

A sharp arrow pierced the air, with a trace of afterimage, directly hit Zhang Yinyuan's eyebrows, and under the powerful impact, it pierced the hard skull, not to mention, but also drove his body to fly upside down, and the severe pain and the brain that was shot through instantly took his life.

In the next moment, Zhang Yinyuan appeared in place again, and in a violent headache, he got up again.

"Ahh It hurts... Zhang Yinyuan, who was covering his head, kept jumping with big tendons on his forehead, looked at the wooden sign above his head with confused eyes, and slowly read word by word.

"Liu, home, Zhuang... Liujiazhuang? Hey? How am I at home? I'm not there ... I.. ”

"Hee-hee, first... I don't know how many rounds it takes! ”

As if instinctively, at the moment when the voice sounded, Zhang Yinyuan's hairs stood on end, rolled on the spot, and rushed out a few meters with a roll and crawl, a series of arrows were directly nailed to the ground, and most of the half-meter-long arrow shaft was submerged in the soil, and the arrow feathers trembled slightly.

"This TM is a rammed earth road!" Hiding behind the big tree at the entrance of the village, Zhang Yinyuan looked at the small half of the arrow and his face couldn't help but turn pale, rammed earth was a material for the city wall in ancient times, no worse than the hardness of cement that can be seen everywhere now! If this is to shoot on yourself, I don't say...

Thinking of this, Zhang Yinyuan slapped his head that was groggy because of the intense pain, and countless complicated memories came to his heart.

An invisible force suddenly emerged, directly counteracting part of the severe pain, and at the same time, countless memories continued to pour in, like a reservoir with open gates, and the waves of the flood rushed out of control.

Base, bugs, space, villages, arrows, death... A deep consternation flashed in his eyes, and then he turned into horror, once, twice, three times... In just a few seconds, Zhang Yinyuan's mind was stuffed with the memory of being killed dozens of times!

In this village that he remembered the most! In this place where he once called home! In this clean place slaughtered by itself! He! Dozens of times have died!

"It turns out ... Is this the realm of the soul? Zhang Yinyuan's eyes became clear, and he quickly lay down! The big tree that hugged the thick tree was shot through directly! The cold arrow broke through the bark of the tree, and if he hadn't laid down for a while, it would have been another headshot across the tree!

"Giggles. Children are very clever... But I'm curious, how many seconds can you hold on this time? ”

Zhang Yinyuan knocked his head hard, took advantage of the other party's speech to pry the big man, and threw it to the left with his hand.

"Oh, don't play this kind of trick children, it's very boring."

Before the words fell, Zhang Yinyuan rushed out of the outer wall of a house on the left again at the moment when his coat hit the ground.

"Alas. Shouldn't it go the other way around? How can you do that? ”

"Doo!"

"Shhh The arrow that came from behind drilled into his backward arm at the moment when Zhang Yinyuan rushed into the outer wall, tearing off half of his arm alive, and in a miserable scream, Zhang Yinyuan twisted his body and ran quickly towards a building in front of him.

It hurts! Yes! His head hurt, his arm hurt, and he gasped as he glanced in the direction the arrow was coming from.

(No, he has a weapon, why don't I?) If this is the world of the soul, it should be possible to create things out of thin air ... Come on a gun! ）

With a turn of his mind, dozens of deaths and the baptism of a large number of novels he had read, he quickly understood his situation.

In his hand, a black and heavy submachine gun was instantly conjured.

（fk！ It's really this routine! ）

At the moment when he tried to make a gun, a sharp arrow struck again, fortunately, after the memory was restored, the accumulated combat consciousness had been awakened, obviously he didn't see the arrow, his body was like spontaneous, he endured the pain, rolled on the spot, dodged the cold arrow that broke through the air, and then the rapid bullet body flew up, twisted his waist in mid-air, and at the same time that the wound was involved, the muzzle of the black hole was facing the direction of the arrow. The longbow and the modern steel gunpowder weapon in the era of cold weapons, separated by a distance of less than 50 meters, aimed at each other, Zhang Yinyuan ignored the huge laceration wound on his arm, pulled open the gun safe, and grinned: "Die!" "Pull the trigger hard.

However...

"Ahh In the long scream, a hard arrow roared out from the opponent's full bowstring! The hopeful firearm in his hand did not react, and this submachine gun, which was exactly the same as the PLA's in-service weapon, not only did not shoot a series of fiery bullets as Zhang Yinyuan imagined, but was seized by the other party and pierced the long arrow into his lower abdomen.

Zhang Yinyuan, who fell to the ground, dragged his intestines through his belly, and before he could make the next move, he saw a figure jumping up against the light, and the arrows on the longbow flashed with cold light, shooting fiercely, and in the familiar severe pain, he lost consciousness again!