After Hansen's palms ignited a faint blue flame, a little green juice slowly oozes out from those wounds and evaporates quickly. It seems that Hansen has found a way to deal with the holy thorn.
"Flame?" Qin Lun narrowed his eyes slightly. Any plant is afraid of fire, and the Holy Thorn is no exception.
However, he looked up at Hansen, and found that the disciple's face was still heavy, and after a little thought, he understood. This faint blue flame is probably not Fanhuo, but another kind of blood ability in Hansen's body - the soul fire that belongs to the blood of the undead.
"Hehe, the soul fire of the undead?" Qin Lun said with a light smile, "Isn't it too wasteful for such a high-level ability to be used only to get rid of moss? How many more times can I use it?"
Soul Fire is a bloodline ability, but it is different from ordinary bloodline abilities.
Taking Qin Lun's apostle bloodline as an example, passive bloodline abilities like Elven Story and Demon Will generally do not consume energy points. But the corresponding active abilities, such as transforming into a demon, consume a lot of energy, and can only be maintained for a short period of time, and all the energy of the body will be emptied.
The fire of the soul is an active ability, but the difference is that the fire of the soul consumes not only energy, but also Hansen's soul energy. If this thing is used too much, it will definitely affect Hansen's soul origin.
Sure enough, after hearing Qin Lun's words, Hansen's face turned ugly again.
The disciple's combat experience is the richest among the five murderers. Although his combat talent is not as good as Grant's, he reacts very quickly in battle. After falling behind in the first round, he instinctively began to scan the surrounding environment, looking for a way out for himself.
The place where Qin Lun met him happened to be an independent empty room, except for a single window and three people, there was no furniture around. Behind him was a corridor that was exactly the same as when Qin Lun came in, but he didn't know where it connected to.
With a smile, Qin Lun moved a few steps to the left, blocking the only window behind him. It was rare for his disciples to be forced into such a closed environment. Of course, he had to have fun.
As for the corridor behind the disciples, he wasn't worried at all. The environment there is even narrower. If Hansen dares to turn his head back, it would be tantamount to asking for his own death. It would be better to fight him to the death here.
However, seeing Qin Lun blocking the window, Hansen's eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes fell on Susan who was originally hiding behind Qin Lun.
He stretched out his right hand and pulled it on the palm of his left hand, and actually pulled out a group of strange-shaped metal from his body.
Qin Lun took a look, and suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. The item that Hansen fused into his body was exactly another piece of artifact that Qin Lun had bought at the Three-Tailed Kite Apostle Club—the Adolid Spear.
This thing was originally the butt of a sharp spear, which belonged to Battle God of War in the world of Nacinia. The collar of the spear is the connecting part of the spear head and the long handle. This treasure itself has no offensive and defensive capabilities, and its only function is "fit fusion".
It can connect no more than four pieces of apostle equipment together, and roughly retain the inherent skills of these equipment. The storage capacity of this thing is not as good as many weapon cases, but it is worse than that it can be combined and exchanged for various equipment, and it is an artifact of weapon masters.
Seeing Hansen taking out such equipment, Qin Lun felt a little funny in his heart, and said with a strange expression: "You actually want to use the equipment he bought for you to deal with me as a deity? But don't forget, I also have this thing memory, it doesn't help you in your current situation."
"That can't be seen!" Hansen lowered his eyelids expressionlessly, and suddenly exerted force on his feet, and the toe of the leather shoe was inserted into the stone slab on the ground like an awl. With just a strong pick, a stone slab the size of a chessboard flew in front of him.
"Heh!" Hansen clenched his fist with his left hand and hammered the slate like lightning.
The moment Qin Lun made his move, he had already dodged an angle. He has experienced the power of disciples. Under the explosive force of breaking a hundred points, even stone chips will become indestructible bullets.
However, to Qin Lun's surprise, the stone slab only made a light "click". Although there were countless spider web-like patterns on it, they did not explode as he imagined, and even stood still for a certain moment. In the air, there seemed to be a huge force imprisoning it, preventing it from bursting.
However, Qin Lun immediately knew why Hansen did this. This is not because the disciple's power is underused, but it is the subtle control of the power of the weapon warrior.
Seeing that the stone slab was cracked but not broken, Hansen showed a trace of satisfaction on his face. His empty left hand flicked five fingers on the slate, and his fingers almost turned into afterimages.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." The sharp piercing sound brought out a stream of white air, and in an instant, it seemed like a heavy machine gun was firing in front of Hansen. The gravel bullets roared towards Qin Lun like an angry dragon.
"Hahaha!" Countless emerald green thorns gushed out of Qin Lun's cuffs amid wild laughter, forming an impenetrable barrier in front of him.
Although the barrier was almost a foot thick, Qin Lun behind the thorn barrier could still see numerous bumps protruding from the surface of the vine wall. Hansen's move is very powerful. If the slate is not too bad, if it is replaced by metal bullets, the holy thorns alone may not be able to stop it. After all, the texture of the holy thorns is too soft.
After Hansen's attack paused for a while, Qin Lun removed the thorn barrier. From his perception, the opponent seemed to be no longer in the same place. And the fact was the same, as soon as the barrier was removed, he saw the disciple standing silently in front of Susan, pinching the girl's neck.
Qin Lun tilted his head, feeling a little puzzled.
Hansen should know that this plot girl is insignificant, life and death are not enough for Qin Lun to let him go.
However, he immediately thought of something, his brows tightened, and the holy thorn in front of him shot at Hansen like a javelin, looking at the posture and even taking Susan's life to snatch her body back from the hands of the disciples.
"It's late!" Hansen ignored the sound of breaking through the air behind him, and replied lightly with his body behind his back.
He didn't expect to injure Qin Lun with the move just now, but he calculated Qin Lun's reaction, knowing that the young man would use holy thorns to form a vine wall to block his sight and allow him to catch Susan smoothly.
In the next moment, he turned around like a whirlwind, and an iron spear swept a black light from his body, and all the holy thorns that attacked were lifted away.
Qin Lun worked in vain, and glanced helplessly at Susan who had been pushed away by Hansen again. The girl's face was full of disbelief, she raised her hand and touched her neck, then looked down at her ankle.
The two thick iron chains that locked the neck and ankles were gone. After they touched the Adolid gun collar, they were melted by Hansen's control, and then combined into the big iron gun in his hand.
Of course the disciples knew that Qin Lun didn't care about Susan's life or death at all. He kidnapped the plot girl just for these two iron chains on her body.
Qin Lun looked at the iron gun in Hansen's hand, not knowing what words to use to express his depression. But he was soon relieved, as long as Susan was still here, it would be a matter of time before the disciples got the two chains.
His strength is too strong, if he wants to break through forcefully, Qin Lun can't stop him. The difference lies in how much he paid. In other words, he won this round, and at almost no cost, he got the big iron gun formed by dissolving the iron chain.
Hansen shook his spear, and immediately frowned.
These two iron chains were iron products hundreds of years ago. Although they have not completely decayed, their strength is still unsatisfactory. Not to mention compared with apostle equipment, even ordinary modern alloys are incomparable.
"It can only withstand 70% of the force, otherwise the iron gun will be deformed or even broken." As a second-level weapon master, Hansen just played with a few guns before he became familiar with the weapon in his hand.
"Are you ready? Let's start!" Qin Lun looked at the disciples and said coldly, his patience was reaching its limit again.
"Bang bang bang!" Soon there was a crashing sound in the empty room. After getting the spear, Hansen no longer had to be full of scruples about the holy thorns as before, but began to attack Qin Lun's defense, trying to get close to the melee distance.
"This won't work, it's too slow!" Qin Lun became more irritable during the stalemate between the two, with a violent gleam in his eyes.
He is similar to the previous Qin Lun, both of them have no interest in evenly matched dog fights.
The former Qin Lun hated this kind of battle, he would choose to use his brain and set some traps for the enemy. Whether successful or not, once this is done, it means that the battle will be over soon.
The current one prefers to use a more direct and violent method because of personality defects.
He began to purposefully reduce the density of the holy thorns, revealing some flaws to Hansen, trying to lure him into more adventurous moves. And Hansen seemed to be willing to bring an end to this war of attrition, but it was too small to lure him.
The apostle has no equipment items available in this world, but the body of the law is still there. It wasn't a particularly serious injury, and both of them could ignore it, so Qin Lun had to risk his life if he wanted Hansen to step into the trap.
Regarding this point, both of them knew very well that this was a gamble, and the initiative was temporarily in Qin Lun's hands.
"Since you want it, I'll give it to you first!" After fighting for a few more rounds, Qin Lun finally showed a hint of madness in his eyes.
In one attack, he completely let go of the frontal defense. Like a thunder from the sky stirring the ground, just when Qin Lun let go of his frontal defense, Hansen's eyes burst into light, and a ball of rubble exploded under his feet, and the iron gun flew out with the whole person, like a wandering Like a dragon, a black light burst out from the thorns all over the sky.
"噗..." Qin Lun soared into the sky in the flash of blood, and was pierced by an iron gun like a grasshopper, with a stream of blood flying out of his back. His right chest was completely pierced by an iron gun.