Finally, Gu Zhiqing believed that the other party's sentence at the beginning was not crazy, "You shouldn't let me get within three meters of you"

Under the pressure of the strong wind of that flywheel, Gu Zhiqing was unable to make an accurate counterattack at all, and he was also sucked in by its cyclone, and it became extremely difficult to get out.

In a trance, Gu Zhiqing saw a bright light swirling towards his neck. He didn't have time to make a judgment, so his body instinctively bent down, and narrowly avoided the killing blow with an iron horse bridge.

The flywheel whizzed through the air, but quickly flipped back at a lower angle. At this time, Gu Zhiqing also saw clearly what that white light was, and there were two sharp steel knives tied to the man's hands and feet, so after he rotated, he drove the eight steel knives at the same time. Swirling and fro, as fast as lightning in the wind.

Fluttering, Gu Zhiqing's left shoulder was cut by a knife light, and the red blood was brought up by the wind. And the head curled up in the center of the flywheel, but at this time, it inexplicably grew its mouth and inhaled those blood beads, and the mouth and face looked so strange and hideous in the night light.

"Still sucking blood!" Gu Zhiqing was really made a little suspicious by him, and the scenes in martial arts novels were all real.

Isn't this just a smile from the Blue Winged Bat King?

But it's not funny at all, Gu Zhiqing once again strongly felt that deadly threat, and the black flywheel in his eyes once again lowered a full foot distance, at this time, even if Gu Zhiqing used the iron horse bridge again, he couldn't avoid this killer move. Gu Zhiqing's eyes were full of awe-inspiring sword light, as well as that compelling murderous aura.

In an instant of life and death, Gu Zhiqing's body rolled on the ground and quickly swiped towards the edge of the wall. At this time, he was fighting for his life, and if he was a little slower, he would be completely pulped into meat by the pursuing flywheel behind him.

Bang, in a moment, Gu Zhiqing hugged the beam with his arm, and his body broke free from the strong wind pressure, turned over and jumped into the pavilion.

The next moment. The bluestone shattered, a crack from the direction of the pillars of the hall, extending to the top, and then the entire pavilion collapsed with a bang.

Dust filled everything around, making the night even hazy and deadly.

Gu Zhiqing hid behind the wreckage of a stone pillar and didn't dare to breathe, because the flywheel had just passed over his head, constantly stirring everything that stood in his way.

Dozens of hooks were hurled towards the giant wheel, only to be repulsed back by it. Dozens of singers hiding in the shadows are throwing the iron chains in their hands with all their might. After the flywheel was thrown a few more times, it suddenly reversed direction and rushed straight to the hidden singers.

Seeing this scene in Gu Zhiqing's eyes, it instantly made him feel a huge fear. Because he personally experienced the terrifying combat power of the flywheel, those old singers were powerless, and they couldn't resist the flywheel's attack at all.

Gu Zhiqing was in a hurry, jumped from under the stone pillar to the ground, and screamed angrily, "Aren't you trying to kill me?" Come on."

This roar instantly attracted the attention of the flywheel, and before he was about to arrive at the wing, he suddenly turned around and turned towards Gu Zhiqing's hiding place.

At this time, Gu Zhiqing could no longer hide, he hurriedly pulled out his legs and ran towards the side yard, the speed of the flywheel behind him became faster and faster, until the terrifying wind pressure hit him again, and Gu Zhiqing got into a side room window.

Then there was a click behind him, and the entire outer wall of the wing room was severed, and the huge flywheel spun and rushed into the room.

The terrifying spin stirred the whole room, but at this time, Gu Zhiqing stood proudly in a corner of the room.

He still had a bed crossbow in his hand, and the swarthy arrow was aimed at the core of the spinning flywheel that was flying high.

The next moment. He kicked the machine on.

The black-headed spear turned into a black light and rushed straight into the air.

At this time, Gu Zhiqing also held his breath, he didn't know if the spear could break through the flywheel defense, if it failed, then he would also die today.

There was a crunch thud. I saw that the sky was full of sawdust, and the spear was shortened little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only less than a foot and a half remained.

However, in this last half, he still managed to break through to the flywheel blade.

A clear thud sounded into the flesh. The next moment, Gu Zhiqing saw a piece of red dripping from the air.

Then the flywheel seemed to lose its alignment, and staggered around. At this time, several more figures rushed out from outside the chamber, and they quickly threw the chains, and then used the steel crossbow in their hands to shoot at the flywheel in succession, although most of them were shocked back by the flywheel, but some of them still shot into the flywheel.

Finally, the speed of the flywheel decreased, and he blurred his light and shadow in mid-air, and also showed a human face, which was extremely distorted, and his eyes were bulging, as if with a deep reluctance and anger. Gu Zhiqing saw that the time had come, his body was quickly pulled out of the air, and the three-inch finger knife in his hand shot out.

Bang!

The knife completely depowered the flywheel, and he fell to the ground with that pale face. At this time, Gu Zhiqing stepped forward and quickly inserted the other three finger knives into the person's body. It was only at this time that Gu Zhiqing was able to squat down with peace of mind, staring at that face and asking, "Tell me, who are you who sent us to assassinate us?"

That face was extremely painful, but it was still extremely arrogant, and he snorted at Gu Zhiqing, "Lao Tzu has killed countless people in his life, and he has never surrendered to anyone, boy, you don't want to get anything from Lao Tzu's mouth..."

"Really? Then you don't know my methods, I can tell you, even if the most powerful agent falls into my hands, you will regret not speaking earlier" Gu Zhiqing also stared at him with the same crazy eyes.

Then the two were speechless, and Gu Zhiqing directly asked the old singer to separate his body from the huge iron shell. He was then taken into a side room where he was first interrogated by the singers.

Gu Zhiqing stared at the iron shell in a daze: "Gear? The hinge, and the winch, it's not a spring, oh my God", it's like a Swiss watch, it came from an ancient person, or a thousand years ago. Gu Zhiqing was completely shocked by the precision components inside this iron shell.

He roughly estimated that there were at least five or six thousand precision components to make this iron shell, and to integrate so many precision parts in this narrow shell in an extremely aggregated way was already beyond Gu Zhiqing's cognition of the large machinery itself. Even if the future generations use precision lathes, they can't reproduce the iron shell now.

The wisdom of the ancients really stunned Gu Zhiqing, and he carefully observed every rotation, rotation, force arm and other devices, and finally felt like he was reading a book from the ancient wisdom crystallization heaven. He couldn't figure out the principle, but he roughly used a person's strength to the extreme with the help of mechanical arms and gear energy storage...