The tomb-suppressor was frightened, grabbed Cen Jin's wrist and removed it, pulled out the western kitchen knife and thrust it into Cen Jin's arm with his backhand.
Cen Jin snapped his fingers with the other hand, and the knife moved with a sound.
The bone-chopping knife embedded in the rock flew into Cen Jin's palm with a clanging sound, blocking the attacking western kitchen knife. With a clanging sound, the two knives hit each other and wiped out a string of violent sparks, visible to the naked eye because the speed and strength reached the limit. It swayed a layer of gray-white air, and even the air seemed to be slashed by brute force.
Cen Jin raised his leg and kicked the tomb-suppressor, jumped up, and kicked down with both feet, like a diamond hitting the tomb-suppressor's abdomen, kicking him into the ground three inches, with the tomb-suppressor as the center of the square inch. The cracks are cobweb-shaped.
The tomb-suppressor was kicked in a series of tragic acts like a rag doll. At this time, his mind was full of question marks, why is a human being so cruel
You must know that its newborn appearance is like that of a three or four-year-old human child. Isn't this yellow-haired pervert not guilty of beating and abusing a child? Does he still have a conscience
The yellow-haired pervert proved with actions that he didn't.
Cen Jin raised his western kitchen knife and slashed at the shameless part of the tomb-suppressor.
The tomb-suppressor couldn't bear it any longer: "Is it enough? I'm just a high-risk foreign object, can you respect me?"
After he finished speaking, he manipulated the corpse to trap Cen Jin, then turned his five fingers into claws, inserted it into his heart, tore off the human skin like a zipper, and drilled out a dark red monster from it.
The monster is one meter long, and its whole body is covered with dark red muscles. It has long limbs and sharp nails like a large beast. Its head is flat and roughly divided into two parts. The mouth was not covered with skin, and the ugly sharp teeth and blood-colored gums were exposed.
It raised its head and screamed, and the corpse rushed towards Cen Jin one after another, then backed away and disappeared from Cen Jin's field of vision.
I don’t know when the top of the mountain is filled with white fog. Cen Jin is trapped in the white fog area, and the field of vision is limited to four meters. The tomb slayer is small and flexible, and it is difficult to deal with it. hunt and kill.
The Baiwu area was filled with noisy voices, gradually converging into mournful wailing, as if arrows full of hatred were shot at Cen Jin in the center of the white fog. Six corpses, front, back, left, and right, locked the positions where Cen Jin escaped and slaughtered them. Cen Jin bent his knees and kicked his toes up. Han Guang's kitchen knife cut off his head.
Cen Jin stepped on the corpse's shoulders to the ground, his right hand cleaver chopped off half of the corpse's head, and his left western kitchen knife mercilessly cut off the head of the corpse that attacked from the back side, two kitchen knives that were definitely not called hands in his hand were like A divine weapon, like a natural slaying sword in his hand.
At this time, the white fog filled the air, and the field of vision was reduced to two meters. There were dead corpses on the front, back, left and right. Out of the corner of Cen Jin's eyes, he saw a pale hand stretched out from the left back, and the western kitchen knife slammed into it. Back pain hits.
Cen Jin gritted his teeth, swallowed his screams, and burst into anger. After clearing an open space, he checked the back injury. The bloody scratches showed deep bones. It was obvious that the tomb slayer was hiding among the corpses and attacked.
Run after the fight, slip into the white mist, cunning to the point of a headache.
The tomb-suppressor didn't give Cen Jin much time to rest and think. The group of corpses quickly overwhelmed him, and the tomb-suppressor repeated his old tricks and succeeded in several sneak attacks. Cen Jin soon became a bloody man with scars.
"Gan!"
With a ruthless knife, the corpse was cut in half. Cen Jin's eyes were fierce and crazy, and he suddenly rushed into the group of dead corpses to vent his anger.
The tomb hunter who was hidden in the group of corpses watched calmly, and was not fooled, and directed the group of corpses to attack Cen Jin's back.
Cen Jin was hit and turned back in anger to fight back, exposing the empty door on his back.
After several trials, the tomb-suppressor finally determined that Cen Jin was provoked and was completely dominated by his emotions. As he expected, this human made a deal in the underground reservoir, but he could not bear it because of the weakness of the human body. The powerful mental pollution impact, even if it doesn't take the initiative, let Cen Jin continue to be eroded by the mental pollution, it will not take long for him to go crazy and have a mutation.
Most human beings cannot bear the pain of the mutation process and basically choose to commit suicide.
But the tomb-suppressor chose to take off Cen Jin's head with his own hands to repay the other party's offense just now.
The tomb-suppressor hid and quietly approached Cen Jin. The latter concentrated on dealing with the corpse, and slashed horizontally with the bone cutter with his right hand. It was now!
The arms made up of two dark red muscles spread their fingers and slammed into Cen Jin's neck. The tomb-suppressor imagined that the blood vessels burst and spurted delicious blood. The sweet taste made him gasp for breath, and even his mouth opened slightly. But in the next second, severe pain came from the arm, and the whole body was notified, submerged in thinking, and the stench of blood sprayed out, not from Cen Jin's neck but from its severed arm.
The tomb-suppressor stared at the broken arm and Cen Jin's hideous smile, and the anger of the beast's injury suddenly erupted: "I'm going to kill you!"
Cen Jin sneered, quickly grabbed the tomb-suppressor's calf, pulled it out from the belly of a dead body and shoved it to the ground, stepped on its chest with his right foot, squatted down on one knee, a Western kitchen The knife pierced the gravekeeper's shoulder blade and pinned it firmly to the ground.
"Finally led out."
"You deliberately pretended to be crazy... You lied to me!" The tomb slayer kept struggling, but the western kitchen knife from the hut in the woods was an excellent weapon to choke it.
It can only give up struggling and choose to communicate: "Let's talk."
"How to talk?"
"I'll let you go. You can't kill me, but I can hide in the white fog and let the corpse sea tactics drag you to death. Even if you can escape the siege of a group of corpses, you can't escape the mental pollution mutation. You will become like me. Such a foreign object!"
While speaking, the tomb-suppressor quietly manipulated the corpse to cooperate with each other, attacking Cen Jin back and forth at a speed as fast as lightning, but Cen Jin was stunned to resolve it easily, which made him stunned.
"How could you—"
"How is it possible to easily defuse the attack on the premise that the speed is not as fast as you and the corpse? Because the supernatural I got was not a physical technique but an improvement in extrasensory perception. I predicted the actions of you and the corpse, and found that your trajectories never overlap. Even if the difference between your movement trajectories is only milliseconds before and after, it is difficult to find the problem at all.
But after I experimented a few times, I determined that your trajectory with the corpse is staggered.
Why stagger? I remembered that there is a foreign body in the underground river that also controls the floating corpse, through the blood vessels attached to the back of the floating corpse's neck... Huh? What's your expression like? Are you the corpse
We are so lucky. "
The tomb-suppressor was so angry that he vomited blood. It turned out that the hut in the forest swallowed nearly two layers of floating corpses and caused it to be malnourished when it was born. This yellow-haired pervert did it!
"So, you have a limited condition for controlling corpses. If the corpse moves, you cannot move. If you move, you cannot control the corpse. I guess it should be that your ability is not enough to control this huge group of foreign objects. Your high-risk level is a bit watery. deep."
The tomb-suppressor roared inwardly, who is to blame for its incompetence! No self-awareness? !
"Besides, who said I couldn't kill you? You are a monster that has been mutated by the pollution of the underground reservoir. The root cause is the son of the underground reservoir. And Dad's knife was originally prepared for the unfilial son."
The eyeballs on the upper half of the tomb-suppressor's face turned frantically, struggling desperately, "No, no, no—you let me go, I will take you to the goddess of longevity and auspiciousness, so that you can have longevity and extraordinary skills, and make you a god— "
Cen Jin raised the bone cutter high, the blade glowing with cold light, like a ruthless swordsman, falling heavily.
"Roar!"
The terrified roar stopped abruptly.
Click!
The technique was precise, and the head of the tomb-suppressor was cut off, and no blood was even splattered.
Cen Jin made a gesture of shooting at the tomb-suppressor's eyebrows: "Checkmate."
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At this time, the three ground-to-ground missiles started the launch procedure at the same time and entered the countdown stage.