Section 52, here! Old! Son! Open it!

The cessation of the fire tongue was as sudden as at the beginning. The sound of gunfire dissipated the wolf smoke, and the huge arms of the iron corpse in the smoke overlapped on the head. She looks like a shy little girl holding her cheek.

There are wisps of cyan smoke floating all over the body, which invisibly gives people a great pressure.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath and staring at the place where the smoke fell.

"Roar!!!" A roar, I don't know whether it was pain or anger, only knew that it spewed out of the mouth of the iron corpse, rolled up the air in mid-air, and blew away the smoke.

In the face of modern weapons, the reinforced iron bone is indeed not an advantage. The bullet with thick fingers and thousands of injections of injections were completed in just over a minute, and the waist bone, chest, half of the head and half of the arm of the iron corpse disappeared. What surprised me was that under such a dense and terrible fire suppression, the mahogany sword was well-destructed.

We all saw the iron corpse open its arms, and only one of the remaining eyes emitted red light. Strong black smoke rolled out of its body, making a chirping sound. The corpses, roads and blood smashed by streamers on the ground formed an inexplicable killing field. The iron corpse stood there, tall, strange and ferocious.

"Bullet, load it!" He shouted loudly, but no one moved around.

"No, no, no. There is only one box of regular reserve. A little soldier said beside the company commander.

And then...

I, Zhang Lu, and everyone saw that the iron corpse wound that had been knocked off so much 'meat' was healing in the sound of that was sizzling.

Can't let it heal! My heart roared.

"Zhang Lu, ask them not to shoot! Run as fast as you can!" I roared and jumped out of this side and rushed to the iron corpse. This is an opportunity to heal, but the evil spirit stored in the body is not enough. I know that I found it when it heals the wound on the forehead.

Bing? Or die? I'm hesitating what kind of spell to use while running.

The death curse of the living is to deprive people of the right to live, and the death curse of the dead is to kill the soul of the other party. But does the iron corpse have a soul? Does the physical activity deprive me of my death spell?

Like crazy, I rushed up.

Relying on his full mana, he was almost a wasteful rush to the half-damaged big iron corpse. I can't even take a half-damaged product, can I?

The blood-red one-eyed eye of the iron corpse also looked at me, emitting red light. His fierce eyes wanted to cut everything in front of him like a knife.

"Roar!!"

It finally confirmed me, my appearance, my breath, and the fluctuation of mana on my body, making it feel that I was the culprit who hurt it.

The black smoke all over the iron corpse began to shrink, and it actually knew how to save energy.

The broken body did not affect its movement at all, and it rushed over like me.

With the mana infusion all over my body, my physical strength has exceeded the limit that people can reach. In a sense, the strength of me and Superman with a hundred years of mana is almost the same. Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor, but it can't be said that the power from my body is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. Of.

Step down, I feel that the solid asphalt road under my feet is soft, and I step on it with all my strength. The oncoming wind makes me feel like walking in the sticky slurry.

But all this is different in the seriousness of outsiders.

Every step of my step shattered the frozen roadway blown by the north wind, splashed pieces of oval gravel, and my body separated several shadows. It was still ten meters away, but the next moment, another me appeared fifteen meters away.

The shadow!

The most profound category of martial arts in martial arts novels is real, and now it appears in front of everyone.

But what's more terrible is that the big man rushed to face me, and its feet also crushed the ground and collapsed into terrible pits.

"Is this...is this still a human?" The company commander grabbed the hat above his head and clenched it in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Lu also looked at all this in horror, but he didn't know why he didn't show such a terrible side when he was underground in the criminal police.

If I had known, I would have said that I thought about it, but at that time, I almost ran out of mana all over my body. Why did I show off my fear?

Touch!!!

The two powerful forces are like Superman bursting out when the strong meet in a science fiction movie. At the moment before the overlap, the air pressure formed at high speed first touches each other, and the air particles after running at high speed and friction collide together, stirring up huge waves and making an explosion sound. Immediately following the collision of two groups of air pressure, a weak but absolutely dazzling lightning appeared.

Then, my whole body hit the big man's chest.

Bum! Another sound, although the voice is small, the destructive power is extremely amazing.

The big guy was hit by me and flew out and directly knocked over a van not far away.

According to some boring theorems in physics, speed × weight = impact force. My weight of more than 100 pounds, coupled with a speed of nearly 200 meters per second, the impact force generated is enough to knock down a truck. Of course, if you really load the truck, I guess it will become minced meat.

But this time, I don't feel well either. Although I had mana protection, the huge reaction force also made me fly backwards, but fortunately, I grabbed the mahogany sword inserted in the chest of the big man at the moment of flying out. With the help of the power when I drew my sword, I flew back more than three meters and removed the power.

Pooh, purling~~ I got out of seven or eight meters away, and then my throat was sweet and spit out a mouthful of blood. The huge force caused me an internal injury.

But now is not the time to heal. I propped up my body with a mahogany sword, wiped the corners of my bloody mouth with my sleeves, and spit out the fishy blood in my mouth. I also opened my eyes angrily, and my blood-red eyes rushed over again.

"The iron corpse of bullshit!! Didn't I knock it over!!" I held the mahogany sword and howled crazily. After the mana was infused, my body seemed to have a strong force. At this time, I firmly believed that I could pinch the steel and break the iron, and I could even feel the sound of friction between the bones when running.

"Roar!!!"

The iron corpse also howled crazily, and the feeling of death came to it again.

Until now, the extreme danger of wandering on the edge of life and death actually made me smile. What a damn thrill!! So when I first followed Ye Yi, was it because of such excitement? In the face of life and death, you can see through it, fear it, and finally despise it! No matter who the opponent is, no matter what the consequences are, is it my nature?

I have such a perception for the first time, just as I released all my strength for the first time.

In recent months, I have been intentionally or unintentionally suppressing the madness in my mind and suppressing the changes brought about by the absorption of a hundred years of power.

I must admit that I am not a qualified leader, let alone a qualified warrior.

When I found out before the Spring Festival that there would be strange changes when my mana was poured into my body, I tried my best to hide them. I'm afraid that such changes will change my life! However, until now, in the face of a strong enemy and an iron corpse, I really know that my life has changed.

The arm strength after being injected by mana is so horrible that I once accidentally bent the dumbbell at home into an S shape. But now...

I'm finally no longer afraid of the horror brought to me by this force. It has a place to use it! Iron corpse! Let you be the first to try how horrible I am after this change!

spitting out a trace of blood stuck in my throat, I stopped and stabbed the mahogany sword into the hard stone-like asphalt road. Tearing his clothes, he felt his heart beating, and a steady stream of mana was coming from there.

A barbaric feeling permeates my heart, and I'm going to have a hand-to-hand fight! Go and fight! I don't want to use any spells! They bring me too much dependence.

No, I don't understand what's wrong with me who has used a hundred years of magic power now. I want to fight, want blood, and the pleasure of breaking my opponent's bones. Subconsciously, I feel that I am not good like this, but now I can't control such a desire at all! Yes, it's desire!

"Kill!!!" I roared and rushed up.

My eyes are already red. I don't know why I really want to drink blood and bite with my teeth!

At the same time, the big iron corpse also rushed over again, and the two huge forces hit each other fiercely again, and I didn't fly backwards with it again, but overlapped together.

The action of fighting (fighting) constantly flashes in my mind, as if every essential point and every angle of attack has been repeated countless times.

Wreat!

I grabbed the intact wrist of the iron corpse with one hand, while the other hand was against his chest. The height difference makes me and it form an asymmetrical triangle.

"Go to hell." I suddenly grabbed the wrist of the iron corpse, twisted and pulled it back. At the same time, I held my hand against its chest, as if grabbing a sandbag. After the mana was poured into my body, my muscles soared and supported my clothes tightly. When I was using great power, I heard the unbearable 'c click' sound of the clothes on my arms and back at the same time, and the clothes were actually swollen and cracked.

And at this time, I kicked under my feet and directly twisted the strength of my waist and back.

"Get up to me!!" I shouted, and the big man was caught in mid-air by me.

Then, I used the most standard fall! Fiercely, heavily, with a science fiction tone, he smashed his head down on the oil road like a god of destruction.

Touch!

The gravel is everywhere, and the place where the iron corpse junctions and the road surface stirs up dust. The hard road makes a click sound, followed by dense cracks with a diameter of more than two meters.

Then, I loosened the hand that grabbed the chest and arm of the iron corpse, raised one foot and stepped on one of the thighs of the iron corpse, and hugged the other leg with both hands.

Hands, feet, waist, I used all my strength and shouted loudly: "Give it! Old! Son! Open it!"