Chapter 9 Between Life and Death

After the flame appeared, the spreading frost was suddenly stopped and turned into boundless water vapor permeating the whole space. The originally clear square was suddenly foggy, and the view was shortened to less than ten meters.

Such a result is beyond everyone's expectation.

Hong Mo left Mu Siyu's side as early as when Mu Siyu started. This is not an online game, and there is no team that can't hurt teammates. Even the red ink, within the coldness of Mu Siyu, can't turn a blind eye to the coldness of Mu Siyu.

Look at the appearance over there, will there be any results for a while? So, are these three enemies?

Hong Mo touched his nose and felt depressed. He should have come to help. Why did he become the main force instead? Fortunately, the fat man is not a real enemy. When there is a fight, he should release water.

At the moment when the red ink was distracted, the gentle-looking Lori violently stepped on the ground with her right foot in cute big-headed boots. The original solid cement floor, as if she had come back to life, cracked a huge crack from her feet and spread towards the red ink. At the same time, on both sides of the crack, the solid cement floor suddenly rises, and the red ink is squeezed into the middle.

The corners of Hongmo's eyes jumped, and Lori, who looked so cute, turned out to be so ferocious.

Since the awakening of superpowers, Hongmo has made up for countless novels and animations, and countless times in the bottom of his heart how he will cope with his ability to meet all kinds of animations.

This is not an unprovoked worry or paranoia. Who knows whether the ability in animation or similar ability will really appear after the emergence of superpowers.

Although she is distracted, it's just letting the little girl take the lead.

It's a pity that it's similar to a superpower to control the earth. The offensive is very fierce, but it's a pity that the speed is not enough. Hong Mo thought to himself that the electric current in his body swam away, stimulating the muscle activity of the whole body, and quickly rushed to the little girl.

However, the fat man quickly rushed to the little girl, with his right hand drooping. On his arm, there was a slight click from a silver-white wrist wheel, and a row of blades appeared in the inner ring of the wrist wheel.

Yanhong's blood shot from Fu Xunhong's right arm, winding and twisting, appearing on Fu Xunhong's right hand. It forms a beautiful Japanese knife, which is similar to a soul-killing knife in Death.

The fat man is indeed an otaku. He is so familiar with Japanese knives. However, it's not the fat man's fault. The Culture Bureau of the Celestial Empire is a tragedy. This is also a river crab. Don't even think about finding a handsome cold weapon as a reference.

Fat man, Fu Xunhong's ability to control blood. It can not only make the blood form all kinds of desired weapons outside the body, but also drive the blood to flow at a high speed in the body, bringing great power to the body.

Hongmo praised in his heart. A year ago, when the superpower just woke up, the fat man could only simply control the blood and form a rough shape. Now, the bloody soul-killing knife is extremely exquisite, just like a work of art. However, how can a big fat man feel so inconsistent with such a soul-killing knife?

It happened in an instant. Although Fu Xunhong stood in front of him, Hongmo did not retreat, but laughed. Well, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't know how strong Fu Xunhong is.

With a grasp of the void in the right hand, countless black iron sand is formed in the hand, forming a Tang knife of about one meter. On the surface of Tang Dao, the black iron sand trembled rapidly, and there was a buzzing sound.

Sand iron sword!

In the scientific ultra-electromagnetic cannon, Misaka Mikoto's move was COPY by red ink. What can I do? His superpower is also to control the electromagnetic. It's simply a replica of Sister Pao. Such a ready-made move, you don't learn for nothing.

"Don't die!" Fu Xunhong suddenly said something to Hongmo, and at the same time, he waved his right hand violently. A blood-red crescent-shaped knife gas cut towards the red ink.

Knife gas, crescent sky rush? Damn it, a year ago, Fu Xunhong was just a fat otaku of more than 300 catties. But I haven't seen it in a year. How much has it changed?

Although I don't know how powerful the fat man's move is, Hong Mo doesn't intend to directly hard top it.

Open in an instant!

Between the intervals, the red ink shoulder blade electric current sprayed, quickly dodged the slash.

Animation has made up a lot of tricks. Hongmo doesn't agree with one of the fighting methods, that is, some powerful moves to reflect its strength.

In Hongmo's cognition, this is undoubtedly a very brain-damaged practice. For him, the attack that can be dodged will never be shaken. Who knows that he will not overturn the boat in the ditch and be directly KO.

And the next movement fully proved this. The seemingly inconspicuous 'pseudo crescent sky' slanted across the sky and bombarded the two-story small building opposite, and a violent explosion occurred.

Really!?

Without waiting for Hong Mo to sigh, Mao Shaohui, who had never taken action, was found at the corner of his eyes and took out a pistol.

Pistol? Hongmo laughed in surprise. Is this thing still useful to him? Although it looks really exquisite.

It seemed that he felt the contempt of Hong Mo. Mao Shaohui smiled silently at Hong Mo and pulled the trigger. At this moment, Hongmo suddenly felt fury, and Fuzhi blocked the sand and iron sword in front of him.

"Touch!"

It was not a very heavy gunshot, and a golden bullet flew almost in front of the red ink in an instant. Between them, the red ink's eyes widened and moved the sand and iron sword up, just in the front.

At the moment when the bullet collided with the sand iron sword, the originally strong and sharp sand iron sword began to disperse from the place of contact and turned into fine iron sand again. After penetrating the sand and iron sword, the golden bullet still shot at the eyebrows of the red ink.

I'm going to die!

Hongmo didn't know how fast he was thinking now, and countless fragments flashed through his mind. At this moment, the world seemed to stop, and the red ink could clearly see the golden bullets rotating at high speed.

Dodge, dodge!

The red ink roared at the bottom of his heart, but his body was like a puppet pulling a string, slow and dull.

Get out of the way!

The fear of death occupied Hong Mo's heart, and he didn't believe that he would die on an ordinary bullet like this. Between life and death, there is a great horror!

Between the red ink eyes, blood soaked out, and a trace of electric light appeared in the middle of the red ink eyebrows and the golden bullets.

The electric light moves forward like a snail, wrapping and pulling the bullet around. And the red ink raised his head back with difficulty. However, the golden bullet still shot at the red ink eyebrows unrelentlessly.

In the eyes of outsiders, at the moment Mao Shaohui hooked the trigger, Hong Mo put the sand and iron sword in his hand in front of him, and then the whole person was taken by the bullet and flew across the air and violently hit a wall in the distance.

On the top of the head of the red ink, there was a violent explosion on the solid wall. It looked like a bullet pierced the head of the red ink and hit the wall.

The red ink fell from the wall without any movement.

Dead?

The fat man's heart thumped.

The boundless severe pain came from the forehead, and Hong Mo's thinking is still a little chaotic. Just now, he used an electric current to drive the bullet to slow down and tilt it up, while he raised his head with difficulty.

In the end, he only felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows. He didn't understand whether he had avoided it or not.

It should have been avoided. Otherwise, I would have died.

Blood slowly flowed down from the red ink's forehead and eyes, covering the whole face. Slowly, Hongmo stretched out his right hand and touched his forehead, and a sunken mark appeared in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Ha, ha, ha!" Word by word, Hongmo laughed, and tears filled his eyes with blood.