Using the palm of the flesh to resist the spinning sharp spear head, no matter how you look at it, it is a stupid act of an egg hitting a stone, but the other party did it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing the other party do this, the middle-aged man squinted slightly, not only surprised but also brewing something.

Clang!

The palm of the hand did not directly grasp the opponent's spear head, but held a little sleek where the spear head was connected to the wooden stick.

As soon as he grabbed it, the body of the gun froze slightly, and it seemed that it was really blocked.

"Not good!"

Ye Yin was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly withdrew his palm, connected the dots under his feet, and quickly retreated seven or eight meters away.

The distance was too far to continue the continuous attack, and the middle-aged man also stopped the attack and stood with a gun.

Wow!

With a shattering sound, a hole was opened on the chest of the Night Shadow Leather Coat, and the skin inside could be faintly seen. It is conceivable that if he hadn't dodged just now, the spear would have pierced into his chest, and he didn't think that his flesh and blood could be stabbed by such a sharp weapon without being injured.

Phew!

Before it was over, Night Darkness suddenly felt a tightening in his throat. Stretching out his hand, there was a faint bloodshot.

This startled him, and then he thought of the time when he had dodged the second shot and slashed through the neck.

The wound was not deep, only a little shallow, and it did not even hurt the blood vessels, only a little blood oozed and stopped.

However, even this is enough to make people feel frightened. After all, he hadn't been injured in a long time, and even in the past, when he was still weak, there were very few people who could hurt him.

After becoming an immortal, except for the powerhouses of the four great saint kings, there was no one who could threaten him.

But today, the blood was shed because of a mortal? Even a fatal wound! This could not leave him unmoved.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing with a gun on the opposite side, Night Dead opened his mouth and praised "Good marksmanship!" ”

The middle-aged man was not happy to let the other party be injured, and said in a low voice, "It's the gun that's good, not the marksmanship." If I hadn't had this gun, I'd be dead by now. ”

That's a good thing, what hurt the night just now is something that can't be seen, similar to the air current. That's not the ability of a middle-aged man, it should be the power of this gun.

"You haven't tapped its power." Nightshade said, glancing at the broken spear.

The middle-aged man also did not deny, "That's right, I am not qualified to have its power yet." ”

・・・・・・

In the distance, a swift figure ran rapidly, inconspicuous in the darkness, and only revealed when it happened to pass by the light.

Hall Master Lawson had a gloomy face, and along the way he saw the corpse of more than one of his companions. He saw dozens of them alone. The horror on his face that did not disappear made him just pass quickly, and he also felt angry.

How many years, how many years have I not been so angry, no anger that wants to tear a person to shreds.

"If you want to break my peace, then be ready to be destroyed by me... Rosen whispered.

・・・・・・

Fighting, as slow as it sounds, is actually extremely fast. From the beginning of the battle to now, it is only a few breaths of time. However, although the time is short, the danger contained in it is not as easy as a big war.

Gently touched the hole in his chest, and his expression remained unchanged, still calm and unwavering.

"It seems that if you are careless, even a small ant can kill an elephant." The night was cold and whispered, looking at each other calmly, but it gave people the feeling of suddenly raising their heads.

"Looks like I can't continue to play...

The middle-aged man still had a melancholy expression, and was about to speak, when he suddenly became alert. Hurriedly hold the gun in both hands and turn the gun sideways.

Bite! ~

A huge force spread from the body of the gun to the palm of the hand and then to the arms.

The middle-aged man's hands were trembling slightly, and he could barely hold the spear.

Just now, he didn't even see how the other party attacked him, but he saw the other party suddenly disappear, out of the vigilance of wandering on the verge of death all year round, so he resisted in a panic.

Under his feet, because of the crossing of his feet, two long marks have been dragged, as if he had been plowed.

At this point, there was also a hint of surprise in the calm eyes of the middle-aged man.

But he wasn't the only one who was surprised, and the night underworld on the other side was not the same.

He knew how much force the punch had just now, and under that kind of force, even iron would be bent. However, the other party's gun, which looked like a burning stick, could actually resist it, and it was an autonomous trembling sound, which invisibly reduced the force transmitted to the opponent's hand.

Sure enough, it's a good gun!

"Looks like you've got a nice weapon, but that's about it." Nightshade spoke slowly.

In the next moment, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and the youth in his eyes disappeared again. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but the thought was about to arise, and then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if it had smashed his stomach, and he couldn't help but retch.

Airplanes! ~

His body flew out like a cannonball, even a few points faster than his own speed.

Rumble!

Click!

In the gallop, the middle-aged man's body smashed heavily into the deep house, smashed the blackened wooden stake, and smashed the whole person into the house.

With a crisp sound, the inside had already fallen to the ground.

Rumble!

Perhaps the load-bearing pillars were broken, the houses collapsed, and the burning houses flooded each other.

The flames spread, and in the sea of fire, the middle-aged man was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his face was bruised by pain.

He understands that he has no hope of revenge; He understood that he was going to die.

However, there was no sadness or fear in his eyes.

Through the gap, he saw his son lying in the fire, and wanted to crawl over, but his body was pressed by the beams and could not move.

The flames were burning, the middle-aged man's internal organs had been shattered, and the force of that punch was enough to kill an elephant, not to mention that he was a mortal fetus.

His mind gradually blurred, and the things in front of him slowly became blurred.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a four or five-year-old child smiling happily at him.

"Dad, I like you the most."

The figure flashed, and a teenage young man appeared, his face still immature, and smiled at him stupidly, "Dad, I like you the most." ”

Blurred again, the figure of a young man appeared, it was really the face he had seen before, he smiled, and he had matured a lot.

"Dad, I still like you the most."

The middle-aged man couldn't support it anymore, and his body fell down heavily, and before he closed his eyes, a sentence still appeared in his heart.

"Kid, Dad is not a coward, Dad is still strong, right?"

Yes, you are the strongest, my dear dad ...

(To be continued.) )