Chapter 102 Drawing the sword
"No! I'm not Chen Yindeng!" A strange false voice came from Chen Yindeng's mouth, and the dark red horniness gradually covered his entire face. He turned his head and stared at Yang Bo viciously, and said with a grin: "I am the Chisan of the Han clan, I like to prey on humans the most, if you don't want to die, just get lost~!"
"You are Ah Yin!" Yang Bo looked a little stupid, but he was stubborn by nature. He shook his head vigorously and stammered: "You are Ah Yin, even if your appearance and voice have changed, but you are my Ah Yin." Silver." As he spoke, he took out a silver lock that was very similar to the one hanging on Shen Yindeng's neck, "If you weren't for Ah Yin, why would you carry our concentric lock with you?"
Zhou Ji felt a little helpless watching the Qiong Yao play that suddenly took place.
Not threatening Shen Yindeng with Yang Bo's life is already the bottom line of his personality, but it doesn't mean that he will be moved by Yu Yang Bo's infatuation.
Clicked on Yang Bo who wanted to get closer to the blue-red light and shadow, Zhou Ji raised Barrett to aim at Chen Yindeng's body, and fired again.
The deafening sound penetrated Yang Bo's eardrums, and he finally understood what the loud noise he heard at the entrance of the cave just now was. After recovering, he subconsciously wanted to take away Zhou Ji's weapon, but found that he seemed to be bound by something. It's the same as being stuck, I can only stand where I am, unable to move.
If Sito in his heyday faced Chisan three hundred years ago, the outcome might be really unknown.
It's a pity that the current Si Teng relies on a nine-eyed dzi bead that has exhausted his spiritual power to maintain his life, and there is not one mana in his body.
Chisan was severely injured by Xuanmen and hid in Miaojiang for three hundred years. Although he has not recovered his strength, the strength he has accumulated for so many years can already stabilize Si Teng.
A red light shot out from the palm of his hand, and the surge of mana forced Si Teng back three steps, Chen Yindeng raised his hand to grab the bullet that Zhou Ji had shot.
Two fingers of depleted uranium bombs that are as thick as half a palm and as long as half a palm rubbed against the red mist to create a crimson spark.
This bullet, which could leave a scar on the Amanita muscaria body, shattered Chen Yindeng's palm, and fell to the ground with a bang as if it was counteracted by some strange force.
But the shattered arm of Chen Yindeng quickly recovered in the squirming flesh and blood in the dress, and he was fine in a blink of an eye.
Zhou Ji was not discouraged either. This situation has happened dozens of times just now. Whether it is Barrett or fragmentation grenades, white phosphorus bombs, and plasma bombs, these science-side weapons seem to be powerful, but they can only consume The blood energy gathered on the bacteria coat couldn't really damage her body at all.
Fortunately, Zhou Ji replenished a large amount of ammunition when he was in the temple. After a long period of consumption, Chen Yindeng's bacteria coat was also riddled with holes.
He and Si Teng cooperated tacitly. Every time Chen Yindeng gained the upper hand, Zhou Ji would harass her with ammunition, and every time she wanted to solve Zhou Ji first, she would be entangled by Si Teng.
Just when Zhou Ji thought he could grind the opponent to death like this, another black light suddenly shot out from the stone wall next to the stalagmite.
This time, Si Teng himself noticed the sharp arrows filled with Xuanmen's mana, and he flew to dodge, but Chen Yindeng grabbed the vines, and used the rattan ropes that originally controlled him as a tool to counter Si Teng, and suddenly tried to dodge. To drag Si Teng back.
Zhou Ji was also shocked, and hurriedly shot at Chen Yindeng.
He knew that his marksmanship was not good enough to hit the rattan rope, so while the depleted uranium bullet pierced the red mist of the heavy silver lamp, he pushed forward, directly hit the back of the heavy silver lamp, and pushed out with a palm, knocking the heavy silver lamp staggering.
Si Teng looked at the long arrow pierced halfway into the stone wall with lingering fear.
In terms of power, it may be far inferior to the Barrett in Zhou Ji's hands, but its lethality to the Yi tribe is not comparable to individual weapons such as rifles and grenades.
The second arrow still hadn't accomplished anything, and Chen Yindeng also felt it was a pity, but it was lost in the east and harvested in Sangyu. Although this arrow missed Si Teng, it sent Zhou Ji, a slippery bug, into her hands.
The hole made by Barrett recovered quickly when Zhou Ji hit her back. The viscous air contained some kind of unknown toxin. Kung fu retreats with the help of light work.
But he didn't want that when he pushed it out with his palm, the blood mist around him gathered towards him like a living thing, his skin dried up rapidly visible to the naked eye, and a kind of toxin that confuses people's mind also gradually seeped in. At this time, he could only do his best. Running his true energy with all his strength to resist the invasion of the blood mist, he obviously felt that he had withdrawn tens of meters, but when he looked up, he found that he was still in place.
"Little mouse, let's see where you are going!"
Chen Yindeng looked at Zhou Ji who was struggling in front of him with cold blood on his face, raised his hand to block Si Teng's blow, and grabbed Zhou Ji's throat with the other hand.
All five senses were blocked, Zhou Ji had no idea of the imminent danger, but he knew that if he continued to be trapped in the blood mist, he would only become more passive.
Zhou Ji thought to this point, turned his hand and pulled the sword case in front of him, poked his palm into it, touched a round handle with a metallic texture but was unusually moist, immediately drew the sword out of its sheath, and swept forward.
Neither Si Teng nor Chen Yindeng expected that Zhou Ji still had a second hand. When a light blue thunder light lit up from the blood mist, Si Teng's face changed drastically.
After eighty years, even after another eighty years, eight hundred years, she would still recognize this thunder and this sword.
"Yu Lei Sword! Why do you have Yu Lei Sword!" Chen Yindeng turned pale with shock, even though the arc was a little too weak, but he did completely restrain the blood mist condensed by the evil spirit.
After one blow, the surrounding blood mist dissipated like foam, and Zhou Ji also stood pale with his sword, adjusting his breath as much as possible to recover.
Zhou Ji never told anyone about stealing the Yulei Sword from Shan Zhigang, and even Si Teng didn't know that he had such a powerful weapon in his possession.
Sword art plus radiant true energy plus nine-nine-nine-nine-nine Yang-returning skills, Zhou Ji needs to practice three mental methods every day. Even though he has recently devoted most of his energy to researching this Yulei sword, after all, he lacks foundation and refining His mana is also pitifully weak.
This sword seems to have only a slender and weak arc, but it has exhausted all the mana he has accumulated these days.
Seeing Si Teng's extremely complicated eyes, although Zhou Ji was puzzled, he also knew that now was not the time to be distracted.
"It turns out that you are just a young Master Xuan who has not yet entered the mainstream, and you were almost bluffed." Chen Yindeng sneered, she could feel that Zhou Ji was almost exhausted in the blood mist of her body, but there was a magic weapon handed down from the Xuanmen by her side , even if she was a little apprehensive.
"Si Teng, I heard that you died under this Yulei Sword back then. Now that your little concubine has obtained a treasure, why do you look completely ignorant? Why, he still has something to hide from you?"
Thanks to "Tide X" for the reward of 100 coins.
Thanks to "Brother 3" for the reward of 100 coins.
(end of this chapter)