In fact, Fujiwara's half-breed bloodline is not excellent, although it is not the bottom existence, but it is only at the C level, although it is only one level behind Lao Li's B-level half-race bloodline, both in terms of organizational status and ability performance.

Words and ghosts win!

This is Fujiwara's spirit of words, which can theoretically increase the basic ability of his body by eight times and eliminate all pain sensation in his body.

Nerves, muscles, joints, bones. All of the basic abilities have been increased by eight times, and the combat power of the overall combined explosion is not just a simple increase of eight times, but more!

But unfortunately, due to the restriction of bloodline, Fujiwara was not able to exert the full power of Yan Ling at all, and in his past experience, when he was the strongest, he only increased his physical basic ability by more than two times.

The words and spirits of the amplified body combined with years of training were enough to make him stand out among ordinary humans, and he could even penetrate a steel plate a few centimeters thick with his bare hands!

But once he encountered a stronger half-breed, Fujiwara was weak and weak.

When facing Lao Li, it was like that, the murderous name and the unknown spirit of words decades ago made him stumble in front of him, and he didn't dare to squeak.

As for now?

Not to mention the mouse face that seems to have a spirit of words and snakes, the snake face with a purple mask just now has a bloodline far higher than her own, not to mention that she doesn't know what kind of power she has.

And the guy who rescued the hostages without making a sound, and the possibility of the existence of the spirit that makes people fall into a coma.

A simple estimate of the overall strength of the opposite side shows that it is no longer the upper hand of itself.

Slowly got up, took out the test tube in his arms, stared at the flowing deep purple light, Fujiwara's teeth met, and bit the jealousy in his heart.

Although it is not clear why those people have such and such abilities, why they are still fighting and fleeing.

But there are things that adults give,

"I'm not going to lose!"

Da-da-da-da!

Suddenly, gunshots and screams rang out on the floors beneath his feet, and for a moment, Fujiwara's face stiffened.

He was wondering how there could be a gunshot on the fourth floor, but he heard an impatient shout from the walkie-talkie on his waist,

"Old. Big! Fujiwara Boss! Come on! We can't bear these monsters! Ahhh ”

"Who told you to come up?" Fujiwara muttered subconsciously, and then repeated his anger over the walkie-talkie, "Who let you come up?" ”

But there was no echo.

"A bunch of pig teammates! Lack of success, more than failure! Fujiwara, who didn't know why, scolded his mother angrily, the situation was already grim enough, who would have thought that this group of bastards would cause trouble for him?

Fujiwara slammed the spike aside and ran away.

Bite~~! It's a metallic crisp vibrato!

Ding——! It's the crisp sound of metal!

A few Oroque gunners before the snake jumped into the air, avoiding all bullets was trivial, and he also pulled out countless spikes from the inside of his wide open coat, and nailed them into the enemy's wrists one by one, and burst out of his body, screaming miserably.

Ding Ding Ding! The sound of footsteps faded away in the flickering lights!

The sound of footsteps came in the solemn darkness! When the !!

The dragon holds a blade and meets Fujiwara's pitch-black short soldiers. The sparks that flickered in the darkness flickered between the two of them in the brilliant golden pupil lake, and Fujiwara roared with all his might, but saw the person in front of him burst back, and the next moment he stepped on the footsteps of not fighting, and disappeared into a certain room.

Stampede, stomp!

Step ——!

With his feet off the ground, there was nowhere to borrow strength, and in a rain of bullets and pungent gunsmoke, the sound of purple blades shaking water and distorted sword light,

"Water Breath, Type Six, Twisted Vortex!" The dragon who had jumped to the fourth floor again groaned, using this sword move that could move in the air to break the game, and under the flickering light, he slashed out clusters of blood red.

Sweet and greasy!

The blood-stained sword light, the rat met Fujiwara again, replaced with a sharp dagger, and the angle of the stab was extremely tricky.

Rats, snakes, dragons.

Cunning and insidious, flexible and cold, direct and majestic, it alternately walks between the rain of bullets on the fourth floor and the Fujiwara on the fifth floor.

"Three people" stirred up the situation into a muddy water!

However, how Fujiwara mobilized his troops on the walkie-talkie was also to no avail.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! ”

Listening to the words stopped by the walkie-talkie and the screams of the men downstairs, Fujiwara, who was ragged and had a few blood marks on his body, roared and jumped to his feet, "crackling" and smashing the walkie-talkie.

He doesn't understand the situation until now, it's too wasteful!

The group of people on the other side, relying on the large number of people, actually adopted the method of containing him, a half-blood, by one person, and making the rest of them slaughter all his younger brothers!

It's despicable! It's despicable!

Do they want to bully more and less at the end???

Fujiwara gritted his teeth and misinterpreted everything, but the thought of having to face those three people at the same time made his heart even more nervous.

It's a bit of a struggle to deal with one, if you face three at the same time.

After a long silence, Fujiwara stopped rushing downstairs where there was no sound.

He had completely dismissed the idea of gathering all the remaining forces to fight against those three men.

However, Fujiwara had no intention of escaping, but suddenly took out the dark purple potion in his arms and slammed it into his neck.

He chose to use what the adults gave him, a mysterious drug that could uproot the bloodline!

There was a stabbing sound!

The fluid of the living spirit rushed into Fujiwara's body, scorching his heart, his blood, and all the cells in his body.

Thorny! Thorny!

Tiny gray-white scales emerged from the corners of his body, and the blood of the dragon in Fujiwara's body became more and more irritable and rampant!

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"

Rumble!

The arm pierced through the wall, and with a single lift, it shattered into a large hole.

The lightning flickered, illuminating the smoke and dust at the entrance of the cave, revealing the red-black steel bars that had been easily broken.

Words and ghosts win!

Amplify strength, quadruple!

Feeling the vigorous power of his physical strength, Fujiwara, who was constantly churning in his mind, suddenly raised his head and roared angrily,

"How many! They all have to die! ”

The golden pupils exploded little after little scorching lava, and the power of the dragon was awakening!

"How many! They all have to die! ”

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Lu Mingfei, who successfully eliminated all the minions, wore a dragon mask and slowly stepped out of the darkness.

When I looked up, I saw Fujiwara roaring, and Ding Lingdang fell to the ground and rolled over the test tube.

The remaining purple liquid diffused, causing Lu Mingfei to frown.

"What's the situation?"

It's only been a long time since I've seen it, and this guy named Fujiwara in front of me, looking at this, did he use any medicine?

Obviously you haven't even used a few words and spirits?

But Lu Mingfei soon didn't have time to think about what was going on.

There was a roar and explosion, and even the ground was trampled to pieces.

Fujiwara turned into a black shadow and burst out, incredibly fast.

In the darkness, only a pair of reddish gold flashed away, and the short blade had already killed Lu Mingfei's neck.

So fast!

Lu Mingfei's eyes couldn't help but widen, and he keenly noticed that Fujiwara's speed was at least several times faster than before!

There was a sonorous sound, purple flashing, and Lu Mingfei put the blade on the way he came.

Ding——!

With a crisp sound, the fire splashed everywhere.

Unlike the previous evenly matched, Fujiwara's black short blade violently pressed down, and Lu Mingfei was faintly at a disadvantage.

The power is also a lot bigger!

Is it that the man in front of him used the so-called power of words and spirits to increase his body?

Or is it the effect of the purple potion just now?

Lu Mingfei was thinking, but his other hand was not slow, and he sacrificed a light like a red sun, which stabbed into Fujiwara's lower abdomen.

But even Lu Mingfei didn't expect it.

Fujiwara, who always dodged when fighting knives because he wanted to avoid injury, didn't care about the sharp edge that pierced into the lower abdomen.

Poof!

Sweet blood sprayed in the air.

But Fujiwara, who could no longer feel this level of pain, didn't even blink his eyes, tyrannically abandoned the short knife, reached out with both hands, and loosened the blade that held the red blade into his body, and grabbed the purple blade with one hand, letting the palm of his hand splatter blood.

"Got you!"

Fujiwara grinned excitedly at Lu Mingfei, flew up with a kick, and smashed it into Lu Mingfei's chest with a breaking sound.

Rumble!

When the huge force came, Lu Mingfei only felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car, and a sense of sweetness couldn't help but come to his throat.

Sou!

There was a loud bang, and Lu Mingfei was holding the purple knife and was slammed against the wall at the end of the corridor, feeling dizzy and dizzy.

Sting!

Fujiwara licked his lips, directly pulled out the red pink blade inserted in his lower abdomen, looked at it, and smiled disdainfully,

"A man with such a mother's knife?"

Boom!

Hands interlaced,

The reddish-pink knife, in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes, was broken, and it was randomly left on the ground by Fujiwara like a corpse!

"It's disgusting!"

Rumble!

Fujiwara stepped forward again and smashed the stunned Lu Mingfei to the ground, frantically dropping his fist.

Bang bang bang!

The force came out of the body, shattering the concrete floor and blooming cracks.

"It's disgusting! It's disgusting! It's disgusting! ”

Fujiwara kept roaring, and his strength was getting bigger and bigger, and he unceremoniously beckoned Lu Mingfei.

Sixfold amplification!

The roar continued, and the cracking sound continued.

The floor was pierced alive!

The last blow was smashed down, and smoke and dust were everywhere! Shine through!

Fujiwara smashed through the floor alive and rode Lu Mingfei to the next floor.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Fujiwara continued to greet Lu Mingfei, cursing.

But Lu Mingfei didn't let out even a muffled snort of pain.

He felt the pain in his chest, and kept replaying the image in his mind.

Tilting his head slightly, the slightly oblique white light not far away kept flickering in the golden lake and sea, Lu Mingfei unconsciously pinched his left hand that was broken by the violent friction of the leather of the glove, and anger came out of his heart.

Got off?

The knife that spans two worlds! Did you just get rid of it? In his hands? In Lu Mingfei's hands!

The gift of that pair of sisters! It was destroyed? In front of his eyes? In front of Lu Mingfei's eyes!

You're really incompetent!! Road! Bright! Not!!!

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but yell at himself in his heart.

The fist wind was whistling, Fujiwara's heart was happy, and it was another punch, and he went straight to Lu Mingfei's front door!

Click!

Lu Mingfei suddenly grabbed Fujiwara's palm, gently retracted his jaw, and his terrifying eyes fell on Fujiwara's face.

"You?"

"Have you had enough?"

Rumble!!!!

A surging punch smashed into Fujiwara's face like a wave, venting his majestic anger!

Phew——!

The scorching breath escaped from his mouth and nose, and Lu Mingfei got up coldly and shook off the rubble on his body.

Pick up the purple blade on your side and stick it into the ground.

The heart is beating, the blood vessels are beating, and the breath is beating!

The cells all over the body are dancing with strength, and the skin on the surface of the body is reddened!

The amplification of the breathing method on the body is taken to the next level!!

Lu Mingfei was silent and walked towards Fujiwara, who was about to get up.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

He removed the gloves of his hands one after another, and took out the chains in the "silver" space with a flick of his hand.

Kala! Kala! Kala!

Circle after circle, Lu Mingfei wrapped the hard and cold chains around his white fist, allowing it to strangle the red flesh and cut out blood.

The footsteps stopped, and Lu Mingfei pulled Fujiwara's collar and looked at his bloody face.

Without further ado, a punch was thrown out.

Blood and blood splatters, from twisted faces, from trembling fists!

Fujiwara's body flew upside down, smashed an iron door, and crashed into the room.

The dazzling light was cast, Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and roared,

"Everyone else can live, but you must die!"

Complexion, hideous!

"Because of you, broke my knife!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, gunshots rang out one after another, and a crimson star lit up in the dimly lit room.

Fujiwara, who had not yet lost all his senses, felt the pain of being shielded again under the tyrannical power, and also regained some sobriety.

He took out the pistol that was still hanging on his body, and shot it all out!

"Let's die first!"

Fujiwara screamed and cursed, and the only four remaining warheads attacked Lu Mingfei impenetrably.

[Save point -2.4w!] 】

Lu Mingfei lowered his face, wiped his hands, exchanged a silver-gray desert eagle, and shot one after another.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

The smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the firelight overflowed in the sonorous sound.

Shriveled warheads, clanging and clinging to the ground.

Bullet to bullet!

The largest caliber, the strongest recoil, brings the most power.

Lu Mingfei looked at Fujiwara who stood up, his golden eyes slightly crooked.

"Did I get you on your feet?"

Bang! The huge recoil shook Lu Mingfei's shoulders slightly, and Fujiwara's left ankle was torn out of a large hole.

Bang!

The same was true for his right ankle, and Fujiwara fell to his knees with a thud.

Click!

Remove the magazine with only one bullet left.

[Salvation Point -10.] 】

The left hand flashed with a silver light, "pop"!

Lu Mingfei slapped the new magazine with an expressionless face and pulled the gun with a click.

Bang bang! Two streaks of smoke destroyed Fujiwara's knee.

He fell to the ground unexpectedly, trying to stand up.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Lu Mingfei ran out of bullets in another magazine.

The root of the thigh, the hip bone, the chest, and the neck were all sent with a clear yellow bullet, which opened a pool of blood.

"It seems that you don't have the ability not to die."

Walking into Fujiwara, Lu Mingfei coldly looked down at him who was trembling and wanted to raise his head, raised his hand, and the red-pink blade on the church building that had successfully returned to its original state, his heart was inexplicable.

With a sweep of his eyes, Lu Mingfei noticed the bright red that had been ignored by himself at Fujiwara's fingertips, which had been somewhat scabbed, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

It wasn't Lu Mingfei's blood, nor Fujiwara's blood.

Who did Su Xiaochang's injury, it is self-evident!!

"It turns out that you are the culprit!"

Lu Mingfei muttered coldly and raised the red pink.

Poof!

One knife, two holes!

Runs through Fujiwara's skull.

(End of chapter)

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