Steel Steam and Flame

As the body leaned forward, Prisla released the blade, and then stepped a few steps away again, pulling a short distance. He vomited blood and turned to look towards the face. The remaining captain had been grabbed by the neck of the man with blood on his face, and his head fell on his shoulder without strength.

The captain's body was thrown over. When it was in midair, a bullet hole appeared in the body, and the hot bullet came to Presula in an instant. The muzzle was invisible, and there was not enough time to evade based on the trajectory. Prisla dodged it urgently, but most of the bullets still hit the hand-woven clothes.

His chest sank in an instant, and Prisla slipped one or two meters away under the power of a dozen bullets to stabilize his body. The bullets with a little smoke fell on the ice, but they did not break through the defense of that layer of clothing. At this moment, the clothes on Pulisla's chest seemed to have become denser in an instant, and had been strengthened by some delicate substance.

Blood was coming out of his mouth and nose, Pulis stretched his muscles to stop the blood from the sword pierced through the wound in his chest, and fled away from the team. Within one or two breaths, fewer than twenty people are left around. On the other side, there is a deadly sniper named Novia. Almost every shot of ordinary sniper bullets that don't need to be saved can take a person's life. No one has the energy to come and help themselves, Pulisla knows this.

Zero is dead? Prisla saw clearly that the person who stabbed himself was not Yi. Even if he could change his appearance and change his breath, he felt that the gap between Yi and the man was not based on disguise. Can make up for it. Yi is definitely dead, and Pulisla exhaled heat, and the tightly-fitting clothes became dense at this moment, revealing a sense of compactness like a leather battle suit.

The leather-like skin is gradually deepening the color, and Prisla has been letting his hands hang naturally without any thought of drawing a gun. The power of tunnel-fired pistols is all on those special bullets. Their rate of fire is not comparable to that of ordinary bullets. If you want to hit the enemy in this environment, Prisla has never had this idea.

"Maybe we can make a deal." Pulisla held the pneumatic sword in one hand and said, keeping an impossible distance between the two. "I can give you the signal transmitter and two solid red mercury. "Speaking without a little nostalgia, Prisla directly left them all in the middle of the two. "You should not be an ally of Ernes. If you are connected by profit, I am willing to give you four times. Bargaining chips come in exchange.

"These things originally belonged to me." Cassia replied, "It's just temporarily placed with you." In the same action, Cassia threw away the firecrackers, took out the two signal transmitters in the pants pockets, and shook them. , "I don't lack these things."

"So, there is no room for discussion between us?" Pulisla stared at the two signal generators, opened his mouth and laughed, his teeth covered his face with blood and heat rising." I was born as a three-phase network company. Compared with Ounes and the others, the benefits I can give are definitely more generous than those of him."

"Let you off this time, if you have a chance in the future, you will definitely seize it. And I admit that the benefits they give now may not be as good as you, but they are not sure in the future. Dead people are worthless, this should be an empire Something that will never change inside." Cassia flicked the pneumatic sword and opened it, Prisla still smiled, "Are you ready, your potential value may be the highest."

Cassia came to Prisla in the next moment, stabbed in the past with a sword, but retained a small half of his strength, and his speed also slowed down according to his injury. He could feel that besides Ernes and the others, there were other people around observing this place from a long distance.

Probably Andrew, Cassia pulled back the pneumatic sword blocked by Pulisla and attacked again. According to the anti-shock force from the blade, Cassia has been fine-tuning his attack so that Prisla has no room for counterattack. If he had the idea of ​​killing Prisla directly, Cassia didn't think he would have a chance to escape when observing the distance of the red mercury just now. And in terms of strength, it was impossible for Prisla to grab the blade and prevent it from moving. But Yi is dead, and the remaining Prisla must help himself with the last bit of work.

All things used outside the plan have been completed. According to the current speed of the examiner hunting down ferocious creatures, the examination may be completely over in a month. In terms of time, it happened to be able to properly connect with the time agreed upon by Cassiehei. While thinking, Prisla continuously swung his pneumatic sword to attack, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, as if he had fallen into the final crazy stage.

Sparks of the canopy bloomed between the two, and the temperature of the red hot sword could be felt with his face. It's just that Cassia didn't feel the pressure from these attacks. Compared with the training of a 孛锒 instructor at the military school, the difference between the two is not just based on time, whether it is swordsmanship, strength or speed. Gradually catching up.

A sword forced Prisira, Cassia moved to the side of Prisira, and while pulling out with a sword diagonally, he swept Prisira's body with his feet. As expected, he jumped up to avoid it, and Cassia saw the trajectory of his pneumatic sword's next attack and slammed it away.

Efforts to adjust the angle and posture in the air, but the injuries accumulated just now seemed to have been triggered again, Pulisla spouted several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, and the sword wound on his chest was torn again, dyeing red clothes.

After rolling several laps to stabilize her body, Prisla dropped her pneumatic sword while half kneeling in the snow with her back to Cassia. At this moment, while he took a sharp breath, his arms suddenly spread out, and then at an extremely fast speed, he closed his chest like a bear. Plural trembling sounds like strings erupted at the same time, all approaching him.

Cassia's body tightened instantly, and the sudden sound made him catch the faint danger around him. At this time, the sound ripples appear to be out of thin air. Even though the auditory sense has captured it, nothing is revealed on the picture that has been able to reproduce the surrounding terrain and objects in another way.

The source avatars that can only see the sound ripples are countless moving thread-like objects. If they are not moving so fast that they can’t be captured, then they are too slender, which exceeds that Cassia can draw them in his head at this stage. "Out of the range of perception.

In an instant, her body rushed towards Prisla, and Cassia held the pneumatic sword back and blocked it behind her back. When the pneumatic sword came up with the sensation of being pressed by something, the sound of "chichi" ~www.ltnovel.com~ the clothes on the arm were cut open instantly, and dozens of wounds of flesh and blood appeared directly on the skin. Light green blood oozes from the wound, and under the white smoke, the sound of broken strings rang from Cassia's arm.

The smile on his face disappeared, and Prisla turned to look at Cassia who was standing behind him, glanced at the wound on his arm cut by the thin object and the pale green blood beads, and snorted coldly.

"It seems that luck has never been standing..." Pulisla's words seemed weak. While speaking, he dropped one hand at a very fast speed to take the special ammunition around his waist, and at the same time, he squeezed the other arm. It can be seen from the skin that is stretched to a tight state that these tough, thin lines that can hardly be caught by the line of sight are emitted from the leather-like skin. But the movements were all caught by Cassia, and Cassia's hand was clamped in the middle, there was no possibility of taking out special ammunition.

Before the words fell, several sniper bullets were almost connected in a straight line, appearing out of thin air from directly in front of them. When the ballistic line formed by the bullet shuttle was found, the first bullet had hit the heart of Prisla, tearing the dense layer of clothing into a small gap. The second bullet came next, expanding the gap, and the third bullet came, piercing through the clothes, exploding a piece of flesh and blood on his left chest into pieces, and leaving a gap in the back layer of clothing. The fourth and fifth bullets penetrated the dense clothing smoothly, and with a whirlwind, they hit the left shoulder of Cassia who had a little reaction time to avoid.

The snow at a distance of five to six hundred meters in front of "Boom" suddenly exploded, and a snow line suddenly appeared, quickly connecting the two.

"Zero!" Prisla looked at the huge cavity in her left chest, gritted her teeth and whispered.

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