Samsara Paradise: Shadow King

Chapter 42 Old Wusheng

The water that fell on Tone probably weighed "tons". Even with his strength, it would be very difficult to move freely under such heavy pressure.

"Saint George! Black Rope! Go to Tone's aid!"

"Think we are dead! Stay here!"

The middle-aged man shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed out with sharp edges, turning into a swarm of swarms that enveloped St. George and Black Rope.

The spear is like a dragon, the energy is like a rainbow, the steps are flying like wings, and the speed is as fast as the dust! Men move with the gun, and the gun moves with the heart, exerting force on the waist. The waist is like a bowstring. Every tightening indicates the strength of the next blow. It is also like a thin willow, weak and swaying in the wind, and the attack cannot reach the body. , so he avoided it nimbly, with indescribable "softness" and "skill".

As a gun wielder, Black Rope was much inferior to this guy. The crossword gun in his hand and the flower-pole spear collided fiercely in the air. It was obvious that he had put all his concentration into taking the opponent's moves, but But the other party is able to handle one-on-two with ease.

"Well done, old martial artist!"

Seeing the majesty of their companions, the contractor perked up and cheered, and even suppressed several shadow soldiers.

"Don't hold back! Full firepower!"

[Salt Style], [Illusion Killing Formation], [Sound of Sleep], [Dazzling Deafness], [Humph General's Spirit Appearance], [Burning Blade], [Swallowing Fire and Breathing Smoke].

The shadow soldiers under Zhao Zijin showed how terrifying they are in team battles. The various negative states alone are enough for this group of contractors to drink a pot. Even if they can survive, there will be a few percent loss. How about the remaining combat power to fight against them who are like wolves and tigers?

The old martial artist used his flower pole spear to clear away the smoke, and three or four phantoms surrounded him. He frowned, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Bah!"

The phantoms disappeared in the sound of drinking, and the [Illusion Killing Array] was actually broken!

No, not only the [Illusion Killing Array], but also Sai Yao's [Sound of Sleep] has lost its effect!

"What's the origin of this guy?"

The old martial artist threw out a small red flag from his cuff. After carrying it behind his back, the tip of the spear in his hand also lit up with red light, and his attack power increased significantly.

The kunai fluttered, and the butterfly attacked the old martial artist's spear point. After all, it was one of the combat powers that Zhao Zijin relied on most. The old martial artist was one inch longer and one inch stronger, but she was one inch short and one inch weak. She often missed the gun. The kunai was drawn out in danger of dissipating her shadow body.

The newly promoted knight-level shadow soldiers Siwa and Die completed the encirclement. Although his fists and feet were somewhat disadvantaged when dealing with weapons, the top martial artist in the DC world seemed to have recovered some of his skills during the promotion, forcibly leveling the balance between the two sides due to the weapons. come the gap.

The old martial artist felt the pressure, and he carried the second flag. It was a blue flag, which increased the defense power.

"Old Wusheng, hold on, we have asked for reinforcements! Reinforcements will arrive within 20 minutes!"

The contractors also had bonuses that fell on Lao Wusheng, which made him even more difficult to deal with. The number of shadow soldiers encircling him increased again. Black Rope joined the siege with four shadow monk soldiers and four shadow warriors.

Suddenly, Zhao Zijin's body rioted, and his target was an archer among the contractors. The other party naively thought that he would just sit back and watch, and relaxed his vigilance against him. He would pay the price for his naivety!

It's now!

Under the restraints of [Salt Style], Zhao Zijin easily strangled the opponent's neck with his own bow and arrow string, then pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his waist and pierced his chest.

Raising his hand to throw the body towards another contractor, Zhao Zijin did not immediately launch his second attack. Instead, he cautiously withdrew, like a cold poisonous snake, peeping at the enemy's next fatal mistake.

Without making him wait too much, Zhao Zijin quickly seized the second opportunity.

[Shadow Extraction] caused the archer's corpse to burst into flames, and stabbed a wet nurse into the abdomen with a short knife. Before being killed again, it successfully created enough commotion to help Zhao Zijin complete the killing of the wet nurse. .

St. Paul also used precise timing to tear open the back muscles of a contractor. When they lost treatment, it didn't take long for the poor guy to stop screaming and die.

The third and fourth flags were carried by the old martial artist one after another. The yellow flag increased his speed, and the green flag increased his recovery ability. The combination of the four flags seemed to give him other abilities and bonuses, which further improved. While it improved his strength, it also put a load on his body. He was not completely on the defensive and gave up the attack. Four shadow warriors and three shadow monk soldiers died at the tip of his spear. Even the black rope was seriously injured by him.

"Although Big Daddy is the one who knows the technique system, such combat power is too outrageous! It seems that he thinks he can destroy them directly and can't do it!"

Zhao Zijin sighed in his heart and devoted most of his energy to the siege of Lao Wusheng.

Siwa's [See Through·Tiger Bite] was activated and removed the joint of the old martial artist's left hand. Zhao Zijin had a master-level attainment in "taking advantage of his illness to kill him", and the largest [Salt Flow] climbed up, I hope to directly destroy one of the opponent's hands.

Tuonei's roar came from the hole leading to the underground drainage system. This was telling Zhao Zijin that the time he could hold on was running out. The Minotaur used the high-pressure jet of water in the pipe to form a barrier that restricted his ability to move. The cage and the ax blade had already caused a lot of wounds on his body.

Zhao Zijin pretended to attack a contractor, then changed his moves and launched a sneak attack on the old martial artist. Several fast and consecutive punches made the old martial artist vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Unfortunately, if your teammates were stronger and didn't hold you back like this, I might not be your opponent!"

Zhao Zijin said.

Panting, the Minotaur kicked Toni down onto the pipe, slashed out with the battle ax in his hand, and cut off his head. Even though he used a strategy to create a favorable situation for himself, he wanted to kill him. He also spent a lot of effort on Tone, who has high attack and defense.

There was no time to rest, he still needed to do more!

Because his sensory abilities do not receive direct feedback from the battle situation, such as directly observing the enemy's position with his two eyes, he can only analyze the movement he senses and cut off the channels through which he can determine the location of the enemy.

The water jets from the ground knocked away several shadow soldiers. The old martial artist seized the opportunity to fight out of the siege. Seeing that he was about to experience another defeat in the battle, Zhao Zijin decided to fight one last time!

He gathered the closest two people, St. Paul and St. George. Among them, St. George stopped in front of the old martial artist, and the flaming sword blade in his hand penetrated into the water that had formed a fountain.

[Faith is like a torch]!

The water flow quickly turned into water vapor that obscured his vision after encountering the flames ejected from the sword blade. The old martial artist quickened his pace and planned to rush out, but Crow Feather was forced back by the dense knife network drawn by the shadows. he.

Rumbling footsteps came from the ground. The Minotaur is about to join their battle again. There is not much time left for Zhao Zijin!

Zhao Zijin, under the cover of Siwa, struck another heavy blow to the old Wu Sheng's abdomen, and the big gun with a black rope hit his shoulder at the same moment.

The old martial artist was in pain, and with red eyes, he pierced the heart of Black Rope with the spear in his hand, and then used three powerful elbow blows after discarding the spear to kill two shadows.

The old martial artist is at the end of his strength!

Butterfly's two kunai pierced his collarbone, and with the force of her wrists, she directly pressed the guy down to his knees, while Crow Feather jumped up high and cut off his head in an almost execution-like manner.

Zhao Zijin stood in front of the corpse and activated his skills on him:

"Submit to me! Stand up!"

Black smoke tried to gather around the body, but failed.

"Become my shadow soldier! Witness more wars with me and conquer those powerful enemies for me! I command you, stand up!"

There was a sound of breaking wind behind him. It was the Minotaur's battle ax that struck down. Zhao Zijin used his feet to push himself out. His eyes noticed that the old martial artist stood up again from his original kneeling position, and he felt happy in his heart.

"Retreat! Let's go!"

　I wish you all success and success in the new year!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)