Astral Apostle

  Chapter 44 The Crotch Killer

  In the lord's longhouse, the battle has broken out.

   Zhou Jing dashed forward, protecting his body with a knife, stabbing with a knife, and heading straight for the inch-headed man.

brush!

   The wind screeched.

   At this time, his speed, strength, and explosiveness were all stronger than before.

  Because of his own foundation, the power generated by the secondary enhancement is obviously stronger than the normal secondary enhancement hunter.

   However, the inch-headed man didn't change his face, he didn't retreat but advanced, and he met him with bare hands without using weapons.

  The blade stabs, as fast as lightning, straight to the heart.

The    inch-headed man slammed out his hand, and the speed was equally astonishing. His five fingers formed claws, and he held the blade with precision.

  呲呲呲——

   The blade slid across the fingers, but instead of cutting off the palm, it made a sound of gold and iron rubbing.

   "Grab the knife with your hand?!"

   Zhou Jing frowned and pulled hard. Although the force overwhelmed the opponent and pulled the long knife back a distance, the blade was still tightly grasped by the short-headed man.

  The other knife slashed out of the way, but was also precisely blocked by the inch-headed man, and the palm of his hand grabbed the blade halfway.

  Double knives and hands froze in the air.

"what!"

  The inch-headed man suddenly exhaled, his hands twisted suddenly.

Snapped! Snapped!

   A heavily worn double knife that breaks in the middle at the same time!

   Zhou Jing raised his leg and kicked straight without saying a word.

   The inch-headed man did the same thing.

   The two kicked each other synchronously.

  ! Bang!

   Zhou Jing only felt a strong force coming, his whole body retreated uncontrollably and crashed into the wall.

With a    bang, cracks spread in the wall, and the wall rustled.

   There was a colicky pain in the abdomen. It didn't look like he was just kicked by someone. It seemed that a strange force had penetrated into the abdomen and was running around in the internal organs.

   He looked up at the one-inch-headed man who was also kicked by him.

I saw the other party take six or seven steps back, and then took a bow to stabilize his body, his hands formed palms, and pulled forward and backward, as if holding a bow and arrow, with the palms of the front palms facing up and the palms of the back palms facing down. Wide open fist fight.

  The inch-headed man was shaking all over his clothes, but he calmed down immediately, as if there was a turbulent air on his body.

   And just broke the palm of Zhou Jing's double knives, only a little white mark, and was completely uninjured.

   Zhou Jing couldn't help but glance at the panel again, and re-read the attribute detection results of the inch head man.

  [Attributes: Physical 34, Resistance 36, Perception 24, Spirit 12, Energy 40 (first-order max)]

   At first glance, it looks relatively average, and even the physical fitness is not as good as the second-strengthened self.

  But Zhou Jing has never seen the "energy" attribute on any hunter. This is the first person who has found this attribute and has reached the first-order limit!

  Because there is no reference, Zhou Jing has always been unclear about the actual performance of the "energy" attribute.

   But he can be sure that his resistance has reached 31 points, but it is far from being able to grasp the blade unscathed... There is only a difference of 5 points of resistance, the change will not be so big, right?

  It can be basically determined that such performance is related to the "energy" attribute.

   Although you can see the attributes, you can only know the specific abilities of the opponent by fighting.

  A person's real combat power, attributes are only the foundation, and various skills and techniques are the biggest difference.

   In addition, such an attribute distribution...not like a blood warrior!

   Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes.

   At this time, the inch-headed man said lightly:

   "Good body, rough skills... Lie down by yourself and save me some trouble."

   Hearing this, Zhou Jing threw away the broken knife, took out two spare long knives, suppressed the pain in his abdomen, and rushed forward again.

   He didn't ask any questions, and he didn't waste his words knowing that he couldn't get an answer.

  Fortune made the hunter breathe fast, Zhou Jing's speed increased sharply, the two knives collided with each other, and then the knives danced.

   Brush brush brush——

   The series of quick knives, the knife light attacked the short-headed man from all angles again and again.

   Zhou Jing's swordsmanship went straight and straight, attacking the enemy's key points again and again, but he also took care not to be caught by the inch-headed man again.

  Once the short-headed man has such signs of action, he will immediately change the path of the knife, become a feint, or directly close the knife.

  The inch-headed man is fast and fast, and a pair of fleshy palms fly up and down, slapping, wiping, knocking, stroking, shaking, grabbing, pushing, taking... The tricks change dazzlingly, and they are quite organized.

  KangKangKangKang-

   A pair of palms are extremely tough, like the texture of gold and iron, and I do not know how many times they have clashed with double knives in fierce battles.

   The two moved while fighting in the castle hall, like a destructive hurricane, all kinds of furniture were involved in the battle circle, and all were smashed into pieces.

   bang bang bang - the walls and the ground also became potholes when the two collided.

  The more than 30 guards in the castle quickly retreated, not daring to continue to surround them, for fear that they would be involved in the battle between these two humanoid beasts.

   After fighting for a while, the inch-toed man flashed a vertical slash sideways. Seizing the opportunity, he smashed his iron fist out brazenly, and the fist slammed on the side of the blade.

  Clang!

   Half of the blade collapsed!

  The inch-headed man took a short breath and quickly pulled back his strength. While swinging the other knife with both hands, his palms were imprinted on Zhou Jing's chest, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

  !

   Zhou Jing's throat was sweet and he staggered back.

The    inch-headed man quickly followed, and a pair of iron palms were shot in series, and the changing palms hit Zhou Jing's chest one after another, making a muffled sound.

   However, his combo didn't last, and Ross, who was standing there without any sense of existence, suddenly pounced on him from behind, and the dagger stabbed the inch-headed man in the back.

"Humph."

   The inch-headed man noticed the strong wind behind him, snorted coldly, kicked Zhou Jing, and used his strength to do a backflip, which made Ross jump in the air.

   When he turned over the top of Ross's head, he took advantage of the opportunity to punch down.

  !

  Ross's head exploded like a watermelon, and his brain hole opened wide.

   The headless corpse fell to the ground and slid forward for some distance.

  The inch-headed man flipped to the ground, glanced at Ross, who was killed by his own punch, but snorted:

   "Oh, eagle-eyed trick, really courting death."

   He doesn't even need to feel the breath, he can be sure that Ross is dead at a glance... After all, people die without a head.

   A newly strengthened alien warrior, in his hands is as fragile as an ordinary person.

   On the other side, Zhou Jing slammed into the wall, and finally stopped his retreat, and a mouthful of sweetness surged up, unable to hold back at all.

   "Pfft!"

   Zhou Jing spat out a mouthful of black blood, feeling as if his chest was sinking.

   The sense of weakness erupted from the wound, swept through the limbs, and the breathing became disordered.

   And the situation of the body's genetic collapse also intensified as the injury worsened, Zhou Jing could barely stand by the wall, and even the [Toughness] talent couldn't suppress the pain at this time.

   "Hey, that's amazing..."

   Zhou Jing was panting heavily, feeling the pain all over his body, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he showed a strange smile.

   After this fight, he was basically sure that he was not his opponent.

   The sheer difference in combat power can't beat others head-on.

   Your own mad attack can't break the steady and steady defense of others, and the opponent's melee attack that doesn't know what kind of energy has been blessed is much more destructive than yourself, a person who simply uses strength, and his skills are far superior to yourself.

  He looked down at Rose's body, watched silently for a few seconds, then tried to straighten up, and raised his knife tremblingly at the one-inch man.

   Although he didn't speak, the inch-toed man still understood what he meant.

   The inch-headed man saw that Zhou Jing could not stand still, observed his injury, and shook his head.

   didn't hold back just now, it is estimated that the heart and lungs of this hunter have been shattered, and it is basically hopeless.

   But seeing that Zhou Jing was so wary, the inch-headed man nodded and said casually:

   "Well, I'll give you a ride."

   said, the inch-toed man took a step and slowly walked towards Zhou Jing.

   Zhou Jing took a deep breath and held his breath despite the severe pain all over his body.

   Lightning strike!

   He took off the heavy sword on his back and threw it with force, then holding the last long sword, he strode forward,

The    heavy sword whirled and swirled, with the sound of the wind, but it seemed to be smashed.

The    inch-headed man didn't change his face, he simply took a step to the side, and let him pass the heavy knife sideways, letting him punch a big hole in the wall and make a loud bang.

   Watching Zhou Jing, who was daring to charge closer and closer, the inch-headed man didn't look sideways, secretly pumped up his energy and accumulated it in his arms.

   He was going to use the stormy offensive to directly take Zhou Jing's set away to solve the trouble tonight, so he could go to bed earlier.

   But at this moment...

  Puff!

  The inch-headed man felt a sudden pain in his crotch, and a sense of relief instantly swept through his body.

  He looked down in confusion, his pupils shaking violently.

   Just as he was dodging the heavy sword, the inch-headed man took a step and stepped right next to Ross's headless corpse.

   Corpses certainly don't cause much trouble.

   But at this moment, the inch-headed man could hardly believe his eyes.

what's the situation? This person's head has grown back? !

   This supposedly headless corpse is alive and kicking again!

  I saw Ross's expressionless face, holding the dagger directly and stabbing it between his legs!

"what--"

   The accident happened suddenly, and the inch head man was completely unprepared.

   He didn't even have time to think about what was going on, the pain beyond the limit instantly took over his mind, and he screamed miserably.

  The vital part of the man was severely damaged, and his strength instantly disappeared.

   At this moment, Zhou Jing had already pounced in front of him, and slammed into him with a long knife.

  Poof!

  The blade came out through the back.

   Just pierced through my heart!

   The inch-headed man widened his eyes and stared at Zhou Jing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

   The next moment, he let out a roar mixed with fury and anger.

   "Ah! Ah!"

   Centered on the inch-headed man, a burst of energy burst out!

  In extreme anger, he shot with hatred, with the power of thunder between his palms, slamming heavily on Zhou Jing's chest and abdomen.

  !

   Zhou Jing flew out like a cannonball, spraying black blood, leaving a blood line along the way.

   He smashed a wall and was buried in the rubble.

   The inch-headed man looked at Ross with his bloodshot eyes.

  Ross was expressionless, still holding the dagger stuck in his crotch and stirring it vigorously.

boom!

   smashed Ross's head with a furious palm.

   Immediately after that, a violent palm strike fell, smashing Rose's body into scum all over the floor.

   The inch-headed man's face was contorted in pain, and he couldn't even breathe.

   He held the long knife stuck in his heart tightly, dragged his **** crotch, and moved step by step to the pile of rubble that buried Zhou Jing.

   There was a sudden bang, and the pile of gravel exploded!

  The stones scattered, Zhou Jing suddenly jumped out, punched with a surprise punch, and hit the man with the inch head in the throat.

  Crack!

   Throat sag is broken.

   The inch-headed man was powerless to dodge—or in other words, he had no intention of dodging.

   He ignored the fist that hit his throat and slapped Zhou Jing on the head.

   Zhou Jing only had time to turn his head slightly, and a sharp tearing pain came from his chin.

Snapped!

   The **** half of the mandible flew out.

   Zhou Jing's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care about the severe pain involved in the nerves. He held the long knife stuck in the heart of the inch-headed man with both hands and stirred it hard.

   The inch-headed man opened his eyes angrily, looked directly at Zhou Jing, raised his hand hard, and wanted to kill the enemy in front of him.

   However, the heavy blow to his heart caused his remaining strength to flow away with the blood.

With a    plop, the inch-tou man finally couldn't support his body and fell softly to the ground.

   Zhou Jing pressed the handle of the knife with both hands and supported his standing position.

   One horizontal and one vertical.

   "You... uh..."

   The inch-headed man opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

   But the blood gushing out of his mouth made him unable to utter a complete sentence.

   The inch-headed man stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, his eyes gradually faded, and he couldn't rest his eyes.

   He never thought that he would die here, at the hands of a native.

   At the same time, Zhou Jing's panel flashed:

  [Killed alien lifeform]

  [It is absorbing the astral energy naturally accumulated by the opponent...]

  [You get 3630 Astral Points, 28 Information State Particles]

   Zhou Jing didn't have time to pay attention to the panel, he pulled out the long knife from the body of the inch-headed man, and looked up at Root, whose face changed drastically on the second floor.

  Ta Tata——

   At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps came from far to near.

   A group of hunters rushed over, just seeing this scene, they were all stunned on the spot.

   (end of this chapter)