"The old guy is full of bad taste!"

Zhen Shuai shook his head helplessly, in his consciousness, a giant monster like a mountain was rushing into the air, a foul smell had already wafted in, and between a slight inhalation, Zhen Shuai's body felt a little paralyzed, and his head was slightly dizzy and nauseous.

Almost at the same time, Zhen Shuai, Dark Moon, and Wang Jianjun discovered that the stench in the air was accompanied by a highly toxic toxin, and it was a toxin that their bodies were not completely immune to.

Zhen Shuai's whole body was immediately shrouded in black flames, and the stench and toxins were completely cut off by the flames. Darkmoon's helmet turned into a full-coverage form with a soft mechanical whistle, completely shielding the air from toxins. Wang Jianjun raised his hand to build himself a huge old-fashioned gas mask, and the stench and toxins could not play their due role in the face of technology.

The air that exuded a slight lilac was suddenly torn open with a huge opening, and the huge bull's head looked wild and furious under the decoration of two strange and hideous horns.

The huge skeleton roared silently, and when it took the first step, it crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and slammed into the bull's head, the two behemoths were obviously known for their absolute strength, the bull's hooves and bony hands were bombarded together with terrifying air waves, the bull's head and the rugby cap immediately had a terrifying close contact in the center like two giant cannonballs, and the violent air waves swept away in all directions like a hurricane, just the energy that overflowed made the remaining monsters instantly turn into blood mist and dissipate in an instant.

The three strong men held up shields of different colors in the hurricane, and only then did they suspend in the air with some calm faces, unlike the dark moon and Wang Jianjun's somewhat serious faces, Zhen Shuai looked down at the empty void under his feet and fell into contemplation.

The strength of the minotaur is obviously better than that of the skeleton, but in terms of the defense of the head, the skeleton wearing the rugby cap is stronger, the skeleton is swept backwards by the reaction force, and the minotaur squats down with his head shaking, obviously the rugby cap is stronger than he expected, and the feeling of vertigo becomes the main feeling.

The Dark Moon swept past the skeleton that was still falling backwards like a black arrow, piercing straight into the Minotaur's heart.

At this time, the Minotaur revealed its humanoid body with exploding muscles after the hurricane blew away the purple mist, and the strong pulsation and prominent blood veins in the heart of its chest highlighted the core of the Minotaur.

After a grinding sound of sore metal in his teeth, Darkmoon slashed through the edge of the Minotaur's heart in some embarrassment, the sword in his hand bent slightly, and the armor leaves on his body were slightly deformed by the huge impact.

Wang Jianjun smiled coldly, pinched his hands quickly, and after dancing a few times in mid-air, a heavy rifle with a full sci-fi atmosphere came out of thin air. This firearm has a thick and prismatic barrel more than one meter long, the barrel is inlaid with a pale green round energy ball, and the square body of the barrel is engraved with extremely intricate rune patterns, and the structure of the butt is also extremely dreamy, like a mechanical arm to wrap or protect Wang Jianjun's arm until it fits perfectly with the entire right shoulder.

Seeing this, Zhen Shuai's eyes were full of envy, and he silently used the construction technique to copy a copycat version of the Eye of Judgment.

Two modern people who have traveled through time and space, at the same time raised two very sci-fi guns, facing the bull-headed monster, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the eyes of judgment that had already been charged directly emitted a slight pop, which was even slighter than the sound of the pistol equipped with a silencer, but the slender red energy ray shot straight into the left eye of the minotaur, as if slightly blocked by a certain position, the red light directly penetrated the huge bull head of the minotaur, and pulled out a long band of light in the endless void and disappeared.

The minotaur raised its head and roared in pain, the thick bull's hooves covered the tiny wound that was almost as thick as its hair, although the left eye and skull were completely penetrated, but the minotaur's vitality was too strong, and the recovery ability of the flesh was also terrifying, the slight wound stopped the loss of body fluids almost instantly, and the wound was healing rapidly.

Of course, this is only the power of the copycat version of the Eye of Judgment, if it is replaced by the real Eye of Judgment, Zhen Shuai believes that this shot can blow off the head of the Minotaur.

The rifle in Wang Jianjun's hand began to charge after the Eye of Judgment was activated, and a huge ocean of energy was injected into the rifle, and the runes on the rifle began to light up one by one according to a certain law, and emitted a buzzing electromagnetic vibration sound, and when all the energy balls on the barrel were excited and lit, the entire rifle began to emit some tiny arcs.

At this moment, Wang Jianjun looked more mysterious and mighty, but compared to the high rate of fire of the Eye of Judgment, this shot was already the time for Zhen Shuai to make the fifth hole in the bull-headed monster.

Wang Jianjun suddenly shouted before pulling the trigger, and an inconspicuous metal projectile suddenly erupted in front of the thick prismatic muzzle, the speed of the projectile had exceeded the limit that Zhen Shuai could capture with the naked eye, and the actual speed was impossible to guess.

As soon as an electromagnetic spark came out of the muzzle of the giant rifle, the minotaur's face exploded directly, and the metal projectile directly turned into a deadly metal heat stream after hitting the minotaur's extremely hard head, taking away the upper part of the bull's head directly, leaving a terrifying half-head cavity.

The fountain of blood in the real sense gushed out and flew directly into the air at a height of dozens of meters. The gray-toned space suddenly rendered a shocking bright red, and the rich smell of blood quickly spread.

But Wang Jianjun obviously didn't plan to stop there, but gathered all his energy again and shot the minotaur in the chest.

This shot more fully embodies the power of the sci-fi giant rifle, the metal projectile opened a rounded penetrating wound on the Minotaur's chest, more than half of the internal organs were directly taken away, and the fierce Minotaur body fell backwards suddenly.

With a wave of Zhen Shuai's hand, all the firefinch bees turned into a red fire cloud to wrap the minotaur's body, although there was still a lot of room to spare, Zhen Shuai believed that the flesh of such a powerful monster was enough for the firefinch bee to devour enough energy and fully evolve.

"Brother Jianjun, this hand is beautiful!" Zhen Shuai said with sincere admiration.

Wang Jianjun sat on the shoulders of the huge skeleton and said, "My mana is exhausted, I'll recover, and the rest depends on you!"

In the battle to kill the Minotaur, Dark Moon, who obviously had no real contribution, was even more gloomy and suspended in place, and her perfect pupils paused for a few seconds on the two men before she let out a cold snort.

Zhen Shuai naturally caught Dark Moon's expression, but he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and refocused his attention on the next wave of upcoming battles.