At the other end of the post road, next to a black car that had been blown into scrap metal.

A large bloody cut was cut in his chest, and Xie Bi'an, who had fallen into a coma, was put to the ground, and his head rested on Chen Qisheng's thigh.

The bloodied painted skin reached into the wound and groped back and forth, the movements were quite strange, I don't know if I was fiddling with it, or what was being planted.

In such a cold weather, there were fine beads of sweat constantly sliding down her sideburns.

"Isn't this peasant girl a little too violent, even if the medical equipment is blown up, she doesn't need to use such a fierce method, right?"

Chen Qisheng, who was acting as a cushion, was numb from the shock of the scene in front of him, so he could only force himself not to look at it, and raised his eyes to look at the back blocking in front of him.

The figure that is not upright, but always stands.

"Whew."

Fan Wuyi, who had been transformed into a mechanical body, didn't have to breathe through his nose anymore.

But at this moment, he was exhausted to the extreme, and his chaotic brain subconsciously gasped with the instinct of the human period, trying his best to relieve his mental fatigue.

He grasped the bladed embroidered spring knife in his right hand, and the trigger of the 'back guard' in his left hand, and his reddened prosthetic eyes stared at the only three enemies left in front of him.

"Painted skin, how is Xiaobai?" Fan Wuyi didn't roar back.

"The five organs are burned, and there is still one breath left."

There was a rare tremor in Painted Skin's voice, and for the first time a panicked look appeared on her face.

"It's okay, I was stuffed in the stomach with a missing weapon and shot at you, but I didn't even kill you. Xiaobai, you have secretly improved a lot. ”

It's a pity that Fan's jokes are destined to go unanswered.

"You can sleep at ease first, take care of your spirits, and when you get to the Thousand Households, you will have to rely on those turtle sons to fight!"

As soon as the words fell, the buzz soared.

Fan Wuyi's body was drowned in the sound of the restless sound of the machine's heart, and his whole body was constantly sonorous, and his body became thick at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mechanical heart that stepped into the overclocking state 'Evil Come' finally had enough power to activate the amplification machinery in the silent state in the limbs, and the superimposed mechanical bones burst the bionic skin, and the milky white bionic blood rained down.

A warning message appeared in the dark red prosthetic eye, and the curly bladed embroidered spring knife immediately slashed out a cold and terrible arc of light, and went straight to kill an enemy in front of him.

Clang!

The moment the embroidered spring knife was smashed open with a punch, the muzzle of the 'back guard' was already in front of the opponent's front door!

Bang!

The bursting shotgun directly broke one of the opponent's sideways, but Fan Wuyi was also stepped on his chest by the opponent's backward kick, and his body kept falling backwards.

Snow was flying, and the ground was shaking.

At the moment when his retreating heel was about to touch Xie Bi'an, Fan Wuyi plunged his backhand into the ground and forcibly stopped his retreat.

"I can't retreat, if I step on Xiaobai, Brother Jun won't pick my skin?" A gloomy sigh came from Fan Wuyi's lowered head.

He slowly raised his head, his bloody eyes looked around at the three martial artists in front of him, who were clearly going to slowly torture him, and his body slammed out again!

Fan Wuyi, who was single-handed, rushed towards the person in the center with a tragic momentum,

Call!

Fan Wuyi leaned over to dodge a long knife that slashed horizontally, the horizontal knife blocked another sharp blade that was slashed from the side and back, and raised his left hand to aim at the front of him, and pressed his index finger on the trigger to pull it!

At this moment, a hand suddenly came horizontally, grabbed the body of the 'back of the gun', and pushed the muzzle of the gun into the sky.

Sting!

The body of the gun undergoes a slight but fatal mechanical deformation under the tremendous grip force.

But the index finger that was buckled on the trigger was still pulled without hesitation!

Rumble!

Blazing metal shards flew in all directions, carrying two severed fingers of flesh.

This Wu Xu, who dared to grab a gun with his bare hands, didn't expect Fan Wuyi to be so fierce, he even pulled the trigger knowing that he would blow up the chamber, and chose to exchange injuries for injuries with him.

With palpitations, he punched Fan Wuyi's heart, and without waiting for the figure to fly upside down, he reached out and grabbed Fan Wuji's left arm, straightened the arm between tugging and pulling, and raised the knife in his right hand and directly removed the arm.

"!"

Fan Wuyi's mouth erupted into an angry roar, and his only remaining right arm waved the already twisted Embroidered Spring Knife indiscriminately.

In the explosion just now, a finger-length fragment was inserted into his right eye, and the damage to the visual equipment made him have to choose to retreat.

In front of the wreckage of the black cart that had been burned to a blackened frame, Fan Wuji bit the knife in his mouth and stretched out his right hand in front of him.

Poof!

The fragments of the extracted barrel brought out a broken prosthetic eye, and the nerves behind it were torn off.

The sharp pain that was enough to make ordinary people faint didn't seem to affect Fan Wujiao in the slightest.

He grabbed the embroidered spring knife again, and the cracked tip of the knife swept across the three cold-looking sect martial artists in front of him. His expression was wide-eyed, and his eyes were not like a sleepy beast, but more like an unruly lone wolf.

"You three waste martial arts, no."

Fan Wuyi's eyes were contemptuous, and he shook the blade of the knife at the three of them, "Come on!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the three Wu Xuan of the Desolate World Group suddenly took a step back, with a shocked look on their faces!

Fan Wuyi was stunned when he saw this, and he subconsciously swept behind him.

At some point, three engraved sigils with a cyan sheen hovered over his shoulders and above his head.

At the same time, a faint, tired voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Fan Wujiao, are you afraid of becoming an ignorant and unaware Yellow Turban Lux?"

Fan Wuyi raised his eyebrows, "Is it life or death?" ”

"It's better to live than to die."

"Can that kill them?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Chen Qisheng's voice carried a faint admiration.

"That's fine!"

Fan Wuyi grinned, "If you kill one, you won't lose money, but you will all die and make a miserable profit." I'm not afraid of death, but I'm not afraid of life as death? ”

"That's it. Come on. ”

The moment the last word fell, three suspended carved talismans suddenly fell, sticking to Fan Wuyi's shoulder and the top of his skull respectively.

These three places are called 'Sanhua' in the Dao order.

The cyan carved rune seal was deeply embedded in the mechanical body, and countless Dao Sect scriptures spread all over Fan Wuyi's mechanical body at an extremely fast speed, and even the right eye where there was only one hole left, there were scriptures entrenched and rooted.

It seems to be mended, and it is like reinforcement.

The only thing that is not covered by scripture on the whole body is the chest cavity.

However, the buzzing sound of the machine heart coming out of it was also as heavy as a drum at this moment!

"I didn't invade your mechanical heart, you must resist it, otherwise you will really be refined into a yellow turban wrestler, how can I explain to Li Jun?"

Chen Qisheng leaned on the ruins of the car body and looked into the distance.

The wind and snow were howling there, and even with the best of my eyesight, I could only see two vague figures.

"This time, I really want to lose my pants, Li Jun, you must be angry, otherwise Dao Ye, I can only cancel this life and go back to Bai Yujing to rebuild!"

Chen Qisheng muttered some inexplicable words in his mouth, only to see him tear open the outer placket on his chest, revealing the cultural shirt of 'Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao Believers Commemoration'.

He put his hand under the cultural shirt and pulled out a special talisman with a golden glow on his face.

"This is the permission of Bai Yujing that I only got after I became Shanshui Lang."

Chen Qichang sighed for a short time, and finally threw the talisman high into the sky.

The talisman hovered out of thin air, swirling on its own, and the golden luster that appeared on the surface was constantly rising and dying like breathing, alternating between light and dark like some kind of signal.

After doing all this, Chen Qisheng's body was crooked, and he also fell into the snow, looking resigned to fate.

"Life and death are destined for wealth and wealth, if this pressure on the bottom of the box can't work, then Dao Ye and I will really have no moves."

Today's state is not too good, and the chapters that were promised to be added can only be placed tomorrow. Forgive me, everyone, when Wenxi sleeps well, he must write the rest of the content.

(End of chapter)