Wei Gushu's plan didn't take effect, and Qing Jiang didn't know where to pull out the special poncho that made his sulfuric acid useless, and he could only corrode the ground into pitch black.

Without any pause, Wei Jushu knew that this was not an occasion that could be reserved, and this was his last chance to fight back.

Almost at the same time, Wei Gushu grabbed the canvas bag, and the bottle of red liquid in it was also thrown out.

A violent explosion came, and thick gunpowder smoke filled the forest in the early morning, and Wei Jushu actually put nitrate in those two bottles, which was basically the most destructive thing his level could get.

If it weren't impossible, Wei Jushu even considered making some explosives to blow up the mountain, or detonating high-risk items such as TNT, and burying them in the woods in advance to blow up Qingjiang.

There's no way, the oppressive power of the quasi-C class is so exaggerated, you'd better not look at this level of deviant as a human being, treat him as a main battle tank, or some new type of fighter jet.

In the smoke of the explosion, a black-clothed man silently walked out, holding a small explosion-proof ceramic shield in his hand, protecting the most vulnerable face, while the rest of the body was unharmed.

Qingjiang's eyes that had been squinting opened slightly at this moment, and the emotionless verdant vertical pupils made him add a bit of a sense of strangeness out of thin air, and he passed out of the smoke unscathed in such a violent explosion, indeed like a big demon in some myth and legend.

The outermost layer of the ceramic shield in his hand had been completely exploded, and he didn't look at it more, just threw the broken bulletproof shield to the ground.

Wei Gu was already ready to attack, and the first time he appeared, he bullied forward, and the fist in his hand that had been stored for a long time hit Qing Jiang fiercely, trying to take advantage of the opportunity after the explosion just now to cause him a trace of damage.

Qing Jiang flicked his fingers, and a piece of gel that he didn't know what it was flew straight towards Wei Gushu, causing a small but violent explosion on his body.

It was a piece of gel explosive, which had just been prepared, and the amount of explosion was controlled just right, which could blow through the steel plate, but it couldn't kill Wei Guju, it would only make him lose his ability to resist.

"Is this the twenty-ninth?"

Qing Jiang muttered to himself, looking at Wei Gu Shu, who was suddenly blown into the air by the impact of the explosion, and shook his head slightly, the latter could obviously fight again.

"Maybe I have to adjust the soul pressure of the structure to make my method more completely liberated."

He silently stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and it was only at this moment that people could realize that his dagger was not hidden on his body, but constructed with soul pressure in the palm of his hand.

Wei Jushu was blown upside down by an unexpected violent explosion, black smoke all over his body, and he fell heavily to the ground, his exposed skin was scorched black, and he closed his eyes and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But the moment Qing Jiang approached him, Wei Gushu suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and hooked his worn-out canvas second-hand bag, and the bottles and cans inside flew out together. Trying to do a little damage to him, create a little "accident".

Qingjiang's knife is extremely fast, so he is also waiting for this opportunity.

But Wei Gushu's prediction may not have been successful, all of this was obviously expected by Qing Jiang, and this little cleverness may not even be new in his rich assassination experience, let alone an accident.

The trapped beast was still fighting, so Qing Jiang had been on high alert, and the dagger in his hand slashed through an elegant arc, directly cutting off the canvas bag that Wei Gu had been using, so that most of the bottles and cans inside fell to the ground weakly, and it didn't play any role at all.

At the same time as this action was completed, Qingjiang's fingers moved slightly, the dagger was naturally reversed, and the back of the knife struck the Adam's apple of Wei Gu Shu who was lying on the ground, just like Qingjiang's first assassination of him, concise and effective, but the strength was several times that of the beginning.

"Twenty-nine times."

It was only at this moment that he uttered the first words of this round of battle, and he opened his emerald green pupils, like a snake staring at its prey, looking at Wei Gu Shu below him with no emotion.

But it all happened so fast.

Wei Gu did not faint this time, on the contrary, he stubbornly withstood such a severe pain with his will, allowing the blood vessels in his throat to burst forcibly and blood pouring into his respiratory tract.

He didn't pass out!

Bright red blood mixed with the air, and pink and tender blood foam overflowed from the corners of Wei Gushu's mouth, and a wave of soul pressure that he had never felt before suddenly erupted from his body.

Qingjiang instinctively retreated sharply, but it was still too late.

Everything happened so fast.

A pitch-black short knife appeared out of thin air in Wei Gushu's hand!

It was a pitch-black, tiny short knife, only a few centimeters long, extremely thin blade, and extremely unstable fluctuations and collapses at the edges.

But it's not some kind of weapon, it's "constructed out of thin air"!

Wei Gu used the soul pressure that he didn't know where it appeared, and he actually forcibly constructed such a small knife, although it was extremely small, extremely thin, and extremely unstable, as if it would collapse by itself in the next second.

This is his real breakthrough, and it is also the [accident] he used to break the game and seize a trace of [opportunity].

Yes, it's a knife constructed with soul pressure.

But, is that enough?

It was indeed enough to surprise Qing Jiang, and the Wei Gu technique, which had no soul pressure in his body, could construct a weapon, but was this enough?

As early as the moment when Wei Gu didn't faint, Qingjiang had already retreated rapidly, and at this moment, he had retreated more than ten meters.

The distance between the two is ten meters, and how long is this blade? Five centimeters? Besides, in the face of a strong body strengthened by quasi-C-level soul pressure, what can an extremely thin and unstable knife do?

Wei Jushu didn't say anything, just held the black knife that was on the verge of collapse, and slashed it vertically towards Qingjiang, who was retreating in a hurry, with all his might.

This black knife, which was already unstable, turned into black dust in an instant with such a slashing action, swaying up with the wind, and drifting into the air from the weak fingers of Wei Gushu.

An extremely thin, extremely fast, extremely sharp, and extremely pure soul pressure swept across Qing Jiang's cheeks at an unimaginable speed.

Behind him, a big tree ten meters away was quietly cut, and the huge trunk fell like a dead giant, and the dust floated up with an earth-shattering sound.

A drop of blood, from Qingjiang's cheek, from his fair skin, slowly seeped out, condensed into a round bead of blood, dripping to the ground.