Astral Apostle Chapter 44: The crotch killer
In the lord's longhouse, the battle has broken out.
Zhou Jing dashed forward, protecting his body with a knife, stabbing with a knife, and heading straight for the inch-headed man.
Brush!
The wind screeched.
At this time, his speed, strength, and explosiveness were all stronger than before.
Because of its own foundation, the power generated by the secondary enhancement is obviously stronger than the normal secondary enhancement hunter.
However, the inch-headed man didn't change his face, he didn't advance, he retreated, and he met him with bare hands without using weapons.
The blade stabs, as fast as lightning, straight to the heart.
The inch-headed man slammed his hand out, and the speed was equally astonishing. His five fingers formed claws, and he accurately clasped the blade.
呲呲呲——
The blade slid across the fingers, but instead of cutting off the palm, it made a sound of gold and iron rubbing.
"Grab the knife with your hand?!"
Zhou Jing frowned and pulled hard. Although the force overwhelmed the opponent and pulled the long knife back a certain distance, the blade was still tightly grasped by the inch-headed man.
Another knife slashed out, but was also precisely blocked by the inch-headed man, holding the blade halfway in his palm.
The knives and hands froze in midair.
"Ha!"
The inch-headed man suddenly exhaled and twitched his hands.
Pop! Snapped!
Worn double knives that snap in the middle at the same time!
Zhou Jing raised his leg and kicked without saying a word.
The inch-headed man does the same thing.
The two simultaneously kicked each other.
Boom! Bang!
Zhou Jing only felt a strong force attack, and he retreated uncontrollably, crashing into the wall.
With a bang, cracks spread in the wall, and the wall rustled.
There was a colicky pain in the abdomen. It didn't look like he was just kicked. It seemed that a strange force had penetrated into the abdomen and was running around in the internal organs.
He looked up at the one-inch man who was also kicked by him.
Seeing that the other party took six or seven steps back, he took a lunge to stabilize his body, his hands formed palms, and they were drawn forward and backward, as if holding a bow and arrow, with the palms of the front palms facing up and the palms of the back palms facing down. Put on a wide open fist.
The inch-headed man was shaking all over his clothes, but he calmed down immediately, as if there was a turbulent air on his body.
And just broke the palm of Zhou Jing's double knives, only a little white mark, not injured at all.
Zhou Jing couldn't help but glance at the panel again, and re-read the attribute detection results of the one-inch man.
[Attributes: Physical 34, Resistance 36, Perception 24, Spirit 12, Energy 40 (first-order max)]
At first glance, it looks relatively average, and even the physical fitness is not as good as the second-strengthened self.
But Zhou Jing has never seen the "energy" attribute in any hunter. This is the first person who has found this attribute and has reached the first-order limit!
Because there is no reference, Zhou Jing has always been unclear about the actual performance of the "energy" attribute.
But he can be sure that his resistance has reached 31 points, but he is far from being able to grasp the blade unscathed... There is only a difference of 5 points of resistance, the change will not be so big, right?
It is basically certain that this performance is related to the "energy" attribute.
Although you can see the attributes, you can only know the specific abilities of the opponent by fighting.
The attributes of a person's true combat power are only the foundation, and various skills and techniques are the biggest difference.
In addition, such an attribute distribution...not like a blood warrior!
Zhou Jing's eyes narrowed.
At this time, the inch-headed man said lightly:
"Good body, rough skills... Lie down by yourself and save me some trouble."
Hearing this, Zhou Jing threw away the broken knife, took out two spare long knives, suppressed the pain in his abdomen, and rushed forward again.
He didn't ask any questions, knowing that he couldn't get an answer, so he stopped wasting his time.
Using the hunter to breathe fast, Zhou Jing's speed increased sharply, his two knives slammed into each other, and then the knives danced.
Brush brush brush --
A series of quick knives, the light of the knives attacked the inch-headed man from all angles again and again.
Zhou Jing's swordsmanship went straight and straight, attacking the enemy's key points again and again, but he also took care not to be caught by the inch-headed man again.
Once the inch-toed man shows signs of such a move, he will immediately switch the path of the knife, become a feint, or simply withdraw the knife.
The inch-headed man fights fast, with a pair of fleshy palms flying up and down, slapping, wiping, knocking, stroking, shaking, grabbing, pushing, taking... The tricks change dazzlingly, and they are quite organized.
Klang Keng Keng-
A pair of palms are extremely tough, like the texture of gold and iron, and I do not know how many times they have clashed with swords in fierce battles.
The two moved while fighting in the castle hall, like a destructive hurricane. All kinds of furniture were involved in the battle circle and were all smashed into pieces.
Bang Bang Bang - The walls and the ground also became potholes in the collision between the two.
The more than 30 guards in the castle quickly retreated, not daring to continue to surround them, for fear of being involved in the battle between these two humanoid beasts.
After fighting for a while, the inch-toed man flashed a vertical slash sideways. Seizing the opportunity, he smashed out an iron fist, and the fist slammed into the side of the blade.
Clang!
Half of the blade fell apart!
The inch-headed man took a short breath and quickly returned his strength. While swinging the other knife with both hands, his palms were imprinted on Zhou Jing's chest, and his movements were smooth and smooth.
Boom!
Zhou Jing's throat was sweet, and he staggered back.
The inch-headed man quickly followed, and a pair of iron palms were shot in series, and the changing palms hit Zhou Jing's chest one after another, making a muffled sound.
However, his combo did not last, and Ross, who was standing there without any sense of existence, suddenly pounced from behind, and the dagger stabbed the inch-headed man in the back.
"Humph."
The inch-headed man sensed the strong wind behind him, snorted coldly, kicked Zhou Jing, and used his strength to do a backflip, causing Ross to fly into the air all of a sudden.
As he rolled over Ross's head, he threw a punch.
Boom!
Ross's head exploded like a watermelon, opening his brain.
The headless corpse flopped to the ground and slid forward for some distance.
The inch-headed man flipped to the ground, glanced at Ross, who was killed by his own punch, but snorted:
"Oh, the little trick of the eagle, I really want to die."
He didn't even need to feel the breath, he could be sure that Ross was dead at a glance... After all, people die without a head.
A first-time enhanced alien blood warrior is as vulnerable as an ordinary person in his hands.
On the other side, Zhou Jing slammed into the wall, and finally stopped the retreat, a mouthful of sweetness surged up, unable to hold back at all.
"Pfft!"
Zhou Jing spat out a mouthful of black blood, feeling as if his chest was sinking.
The sense of weakness erupted from the wound, swept through the limbs, and the breathing became disordered.
And the genetic breakdown of the body also intensified as the injury worsened. Zhou Jing was able to maintain his standing almost next to the wall, and even his [Toughness] talent couldn't suppress the pain at this time.
"Hey, that's amazing..."
Zhou Jing was panting heavily, feeling the pain all over his body, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he showed a strange smile.
After this fight, he was basically sure that he was not his opponent.
The sheer difference in combat power can't beat others head-on.
My own mad attack can't break through other people's steady and steady defense, and the opponent's melee attack doesn't know what kind of energy it has blessed. .
He looked down at Rose's body, stared silently for a few seconds, then tried to straighten himself up, and raised his knife tremblingly at the one-inch man.
Although he didn't speak, the inch-toed man still understood what he meant.
The inch-headed man saw that Zhou Jing could not stand still, observed his injury, and shook his head.
He didn't hold back just now, and it is estimated that the heart and lungs of this hunter have been shattered, and it is basically hopeless.
But seeing that Zhou Jing was so wary, the inch-headed man nodded and said casually:
"Well, I'll give you a ride."
Having said that, the inch-headed man took a step and slowly walked towards Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing took a deep breath and held his breath despite the severe pain all over his body.
Lightning strikes!
He took off the heavy knife on his back and threw it hard, then holding the last long knife, he strode forward,
The heavy sword whirled and spun, with the sound of the wind, but it seemed to be smashed.
The inch-headed man didn't change his face, he simply took a step to the side, and let him pass the heavy knife sideways, allowing him to smash a big hole in the wall and make a loud bang.
Looking at Zhou Jing, who was charging fearlessly closer and closer, the inch-headed man didn't look sideways, secretly pumped up his energy and accumulated it in his arms.
He was going to use the stormy offensive to directly take Zhou Jing's set away to solve the troubles tonight, so he could go to bed early.
But at this moment...
Pfft!
The inch-headed man suffered a sudden pain in his crotch, and a sense of loss of strength instantly swept through his body.
He looked down in confusion, his pupils shaking violently.
Just as he was dodging the heavy sword, the inch-headed man took a step and stepped right next to Ross's headless body.
Corpses certainly don't cause much trouble.
But at this moment, the inch-headed man could hardly believe his eyes.
What's going on? This person's head has grown back? !
This supposedly headless corpse is alive and kicking again!
I saw Ross's expressionless face, holding the dagger directly and stabbing it between his legs!
"Ah-"
The accident happened suddenly, and the inch-headed man was completely unprepared.
He didn't even have time to think about what was going on. The pain beyond the limit instantly took over his mind, and he screamed miserably.
The man's vitals were severely damaged, and his strength instantly disappeared.
At this moment, Zhou Jing had already rushed in front of him, and slammed into him with a long knife.
Pfft!
The blade pierced through the back.
Just right to pierce my heart!
The inch-headed man widened his eyes, staring at Zhou Jing, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The next moment, he let out a roar mixed with fury and resentment.
"Ah! Ah!"
Centered on the inch-headed man, a burst of energy burst out!
In extreme anger, he shot with hatred, and with the power of thunder between his palms, he slammed heavily on Zhou Jing's chest and abdomen.
Boom!
Zhou Jing flew out like a cannonball, spraying black blood, leaving a blood line along the way.
He smashed a wall and was buried in the rubble.
The inch-headed man looked at Ross with bloodshot eyes.
Ross was expressionless, still holding the dagger stuck in his crotch and stirring it vigorously.
Bang!
A furious palm shatters Ross's head.
Immediately afterwards, a violent palm strike fell, smashing Rose's body into debris.
The inch-headed man's face was contorted in pain, and he couldn't even breathe.
He held the long knife stuck in his heart tightly, dragged his **** crotch, and moved step by step to the pile of gravel that buried Zhou Jing.
With a sudden bang, the gravel pile burst!
As the stones scattered, Zhou Jing suddenly jumped out and punched the man with an inch head in the throat.
Click!
The sag of the throat is broken~IndoMTL.com~ The inch head man is unable to dodge - or has no intention of dodging.
He ignored the fist that hit his throat and slapped Zhou Jing on the head.
Zhou Jing only had time to turn his head slightly, when a sharp tearing pain came from his chin.
Pop!
The **** half of the mandible flew out.
Zhou Jing's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care about the severe pain that was affecting his nerves. He held the long knife stuck in the heart of the inch-headed man with both hands and stirred it hard.
The inch-headed man opened his eyes angrily, looked directly at Zhou Jing, raised his hand hard, and wanted to kill the enemy in front of him.
However, the heavy blow to his heart made his only remaining strength drain with the blood.
With a thud, the inch-headed man finally couldn't support his body and fell softly to the ground.
Zhou Jing pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, supporting his standing position.
Vertical and horizontal.
"You...uh..."
The inch-headed man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But the blood gushing out of his mouth made him unable to utter a complete sentence.
The inch-headed man stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, his eyes gradually faded, and he couldn't rest his eyes.
He never thought that he would die here, at the hands of a native.
At the same time, Zhou Jing's panel flashed:
[Alien lifeform killed]
[It is absorbing the natural accumulation of astral energy from the other party...]
[You get 3630 astral points, 28 information particles]
Zhou Jing had no time to pay attention to the panel. He pulled out a long knife from the corpse of the one-inch-headed man, and looked up at Root, whose face changed drastically on the second floor.
Tada Tap——
At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps came from far to near.
A group of hunters rushed over, just seeing this scene, they were all stunned on the spot.