South Gate.

The ascetic holds a Zen stick and binds it with his right hand on his back, which is quite like a master.

The baby's arm-thickness of the baby in his left hand was dragged on the ground at this time, bathing in the sunshine.[]

However, the blood stains on his right hand, which was bound by his back, proved his fatigue.

Looking at the demon corpse that fell in front of him and was smashed by his head with a Zen stick, the ascetic sighed, folded his hands together, bowed deeply, and gave a big gift to the two soldiers next to him.

"This battle is thanks to the help of the two, otherwise the little monk will be afraid of the danger."

The two soldiers looked ordinary, with a sharp military aura on them, but they were not evolvers. Although their strength reached the peak of mortals, they were just as consistent with the mutant creatures who had just entered the first-level low stage.

Facing the combination of demon corpses at the first level and the iron tower in the first level, even the best-selling masters among humans like the Ascetic will be in danger. But from his tone, it seems that two soldiers who are less than the first level and less than the first level will solve the unparalleled iron tower.

Why is this?

Looking at the broken corpses all over the ground with iron towers on the ground, the ascetic looked at the super bomb-firing instruments in the hands of the two soldiers beside them with fear.

Everything is understood.

Although the two soldiers were happy, how could they dare to be a tribute to the suffering practitioner?

One of them turned his body, and the other clasped his hands together, and replied as a tribute to the ascetic, "The master is serious. High-end combat power such as you and Master Shen Gun is the hope of our gathering place No. 35. We are just using the power of weapons, so we cannot bow to the master."

Shaking his head, the ascetic smiled bitterly and was about to say something, but the sound from the communicator changed their faces.

"Ximen called for help! An unbeatable opponent appeared, and it was suspected that it was a second-level mutant creature!"

The three of them looked at each other, and they all showed horror and joy.

I was shocked that a second-level mutant creature actually appeared at this stage. I was glad that if I could kill it, the chance of withstanding this ferocious beast tide would be much higher.

So, the ascetic dragged the Zen stick, and the two soldiers carried super explosive bomb launch instruments and rushed towards Ximen together.

...

No. 35 gathering place, North Gate.

"You shouldn't have given me a chance to shoot." The ghost said coldly.

If it is not considered imminent, three first-level evolutionists, including the Blood Knife, Ascetic, and Sharp Gun, were only released from the gathering ground of 100,000 people.

As three out of 100,000 pride, the magic gun said this sentence, and it was not a good thing to pretend to be x. It showed that he was a real bull x.

Feeling the confidence of the magic gun, the Shura seemed to be waiting for his moves with interest.

He pointed the funny trumpet pistol at Shura and solemnly pressed his index finger down.

A dark red light shot out from the pistol, but this was just the beginning!

The moment the sharp gun fired, a gorgeous red light burst out from the skin of the arm. With the help of this explosive force, he pushed his arm forward and pressed the trigger hard again.

Bang!

"Symphony of Death!"

The sound of the two bullets whistling out seemed to merge together, and rushed towards the Shura without distinction.

The moment before the bullet was about to be shot into the Asuras, the bullet behind hit the one in front.

The second bullet achieved its mission and transmitted all the energy on the first bullet. The power after the two were fused was not as simple as 1+1=2.

The demonic Shura, who was emitting a decay all over his body, was like a demon returning from hell, immediately put away his contempt and crossed his two sickles in front and blocked them.

boom!

The power of the two energy bullets fused, a pink mushroom cloud exploded on the northern city gate, destroying all the mutant creatures who surrounded the city gate and wanted to find a bargain.

Whether they have not entered the level or have reached the first level, the mutant creatures turned into powder and scattered out under that terrifying energy.

Squinted his eyes, and used the fire-type superpower to slightly deal with the fault on his left shoulder. The magic spear closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

The attack just now consumed almost 60% of his energy. If it was not replenished in time, it would be likely to be dragged to death by the next low-level mutant creature.

The magic gun was very confident in the power of his unique move. When he was practicing this move, he turned a courtyard house into ashes.

Although this move requires extremely high requirements, not only must the distance and wind direction be calculated, but the frequency of the two energy bullets must be reached, and the arm will be seriously strained after each use. However, the result of so many harsh conditions combined is naturally extraordinary.

But……

All the hair on his body exploded, his scalp became numb, and a cold air rose from his tail vertebrae. The feeling of the magic gun at this moment was just like the feeling of an ordinary person meeting a first-level mutant creature back then.

Opening his eyes, the magic gun showed a look of despair.

I saw that the Shura man's hands, where the sickle was supposed to be a sickle, turned into a "卍" shape, a huge black shield covering it behind.

Because it is in the shape of a "卍" character, the shield looks like there are gaps everywhere, and it seems that it cannot fully accept the impact of energy. But in fact, it does resist the "Death Symphony" attacking the Shura.

Looking at this shield, you will feel like your eyes are about to be sucked in.

The Shura was completely unscathed!

It smiled fiercely, and the shield formed by its hands gradually divided into two huge sickles, which were held on the ground and rushed towards the magic gun.

"Are you going to be buried here today?" The magic gun closed his eyes, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Before I could think of more, a huge sickle slashed at his body in the waist!

With a swish, the magic gun felt his body lightening and flew backwards.

"Has it been cut in half? It turns out that the pain of cutting in half is not as serious as the broken arm..." Before the sharp gun lost consciousness, this idea actually came to his mind.

...

"Discovered? It's so happy..." An old monk wearing a monk's robe climbed up from him.

This is the ascetic who came to support.

It turned out that the old monk actually blocked the fatal blow for the magic gun.

The ascetic was very depressed. As soon as he received the news of rescue, he rushed from the south gate to the west gate.

However, when he was about to arrive at the West Gate, he received the news that the Shura had gone to the North Gate, and then came to the North Gate in a breeze.

There are only two roads connecting each city gate between the four gates east, west, south, north and north. He rushed around and did not encounter Shura. It is impossible to say that this is the way of God's will.

After looking at the traces of one centimeter deep on the Zen Staff, the ascetic showed a look of horror. He had already reached the peak level of the first-level high, and thought that even if there was a difference in combat power with the second-level mutant creatures, it would not be too far away. But just now, the Shura's casual blow made him understand the difference between the two.

Nothing!

Facing the magic gun that closed his eyes and waited for death, the Shura waving his sickle "lightly". Although the ascetic came to help quickly and did not raise the energy in his whole body to the peak, how rich is his combat experience? Seeing the trace of one centimeter deep on the Zen Staff, he realized that he was definitely not a match for the Shura .

As if he had lost his patience to play with his prey, the Shura pointed his feet and disappeared from his original place in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the front of the old monk.

Without any complicated movements, the Shura slashed down with a fierce knife.

But the ascetic is not a soft-legged shrimp. This powerful practitioner who was vaguely at the strongest place of gathering No. 35 before Ma Xingkong emerged, reacted very quickly. He shouted angrily, and golden light began to emerge from his skin on his body, waving the baby's arm-thick Zen stick at the Shura.

clang!

The Zen stick broke instantly, and the old monk took advantage of the opportunity to float backwards.

This shows that the ascetic has rich combat experience! If he had just used a Zen stick to block it, he would have become two ends with the Zen stick at this moment, but he had made the most correct choice at the moment of life and death.

So he was not dead, so... the Shura should be in trouble.

The old monk who flew backwards showed a smile in the air with a wise bead holding.

The moment the sickle was swung, the Shura felt a fatal threat and grabbed him hard.

I saw it leaping in the air in almost impossible situations, pulling two sickles on its chest.

The two sickles quickly deformed and merged into a swastika-shaped giant shield.

boom……

A mushroom cloud that was even larger than the "Symphony of Death" just now appeared where the Shuras stood.

"Success!"

Even with the old monk's scheming, he could not curb his excitement.

But... have they really succeeded?


Chapter completed!