Overturned Tower

The gray projectile penetrated three walls, doubling its speed for each wall it penetrated.

However-

Ding!

Russell just flicked a sword flower casually, and easily intercepted the bullet.

The gray flame burst out the moment the bullet was cut, but was cut off by the crimson blade.

It even squeaked like a hacked mouse.

The cat-eared boy looked at the mouse hiding behind the wall with a sneer, and raised the light blade in his hand high.

The crimson flame ignited from the light blade again.

"The pain of the inferior... I can feel it a little bit."

He frowned and murmured softly.

That expression was almost the same as that of the murderer.

Quanshu unbelievably fired a second projectile again.

Russell cut it down again.

It's different from last time.

The sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed straight ahead.

Borrowed from the chip of the inferior, the spiritual power with six levels of strength shattered the three gray walls of unknown meaning and turned them into nothingness.

With Russell not holding back his hand, blood burst out from the full-fledged seven orifices, and the gray sunglasses suddenly shattered, stabbing his face and scratching mottled injuries. His whole body shook suddenly, but he didn't fall down yet.

He just knelt down on the ground and watched Russell bitterly, not begging for mercy but not admitting defeat.

And Russell didn't want to hold back at all.

It doesn't matter even if he can't be captured alive—he was fighting, and his anger was already welling up.

Borrowing strength from the path of anger is like starting a fire with yourself as fuel. The anger that Russell is holding at this moment has already exceeded the initial level... The more manic anger engulfed his will.

Luo Su swung his sword and wanted to behead Quanshu.

But in that split second...

Through the shattered sunglasses, Russell saw the eyes of Quanshu's scheme.

... fraudulent?

He was startled suddenly in his heart, and suddenly became a little sober, relying on his powerful body control ability to stop the blade.

However, it was too late.

As the blade gradually approached the fully cooked neck, Russell felt that the time around him seemed to gradually slow down and fade away.

Finally, at the moment when Russell's extremely slow blade touched the stagnant gray space, on the neck of Quanshu.

Quanshu's whole body turned into a gray flame, shattering like an illusion.

Time suddenly returned to its original speed, but Russell was no longer where he was before.

He falls into a world of translucent grays.

…that was an ancient complex of buildings that Russell had never seen.

Of course, it is ancient... probably around the style of the Victorian era.

All the pedestrians on the street turned into transparent gray crystals and froze in place. There are also newsboys riding bicycles, women traveling together in ladylike dresses, gentlemen wearing top hats and holding civilized sticks, classic cars with open tops, and fat businessmen sitting in the driver's seat.

There is no sound and no light in this world. All have no shadow.

At this moment, a hoarse and old voice full of resentment sounded:

"It's you... Do you want to hurt my beloved apprentice..."

Russell suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he jumped out vertically—the place where he was originally was hammered into pieces.

The gray translucent ground was cracked like a spider web, and those pedestrians were hammered into pieces.

It was just a fist.

A huge fist that was clenched weakly with only the bones of the hand left... a huge fist that was two circles bigger than that classic car!

Russell looked up with almost horrified eyes.

It was a huge skeleton wearing a corrupt purple-gray robe and its whole body turned into gray crystal. Gray flames burned in its hollow pupils.

Only its upper body is above the horizon...Russell is like a **** on a board game board, while he sits outside the board. With just one punch to vent his anger, many chess pieces were smashed into pieces.

The hoarse old voice was full of malice: "Alright.

"A better body...more tender flesh...a cat is at least more pleasing to the eye than an ugly mouse...

"Then you will replace him..."

Saying so, the Skeleton Demon God stretched out his hand and grabbed Russell Xuxu.

Russell retreated without hesitation, raised his hand and smashed a passerby crystal statue.

The voice was amplified countless times by the inferior man's spiritual energy, turning into sound waves visible to the naked eye, and flying towards the fist.

After all, he is not the inferior himself, and he cannot manipulate the sound waves to form a shield as skillfully as the inferior. But at least it is possible to constrain the sound waves into beams.

— Contrary to Russell's expectations, his attack actually took effect.

The sound waves easily shattered the left hand that the Skeleton Demon God extended to Russell, piercing from the palm to the elbow, and the entire forearm was shattered into pieces. The wreckage fell on the "chessboard", smashing all the cars and people on the buildings and streets.

Russell quickly realized that this attack was meaningless... because there was not even a growth process, and the forearm crushed by Russell resurfaced.

If it wasn't for the previous arm still falling on the chessboard, he might have thought it was an illusion.

…and many more.

Hallucination?

The next moment, Russell suddenly felt that he was hit hard suddenly.

He was shot in the back, and fell forward weakly, with gray flames burning on him.

The severe pain shattered the world around him suddenly.

In a vague way, Russell saw the intact and well-done, and approached himself with a sneer.

...the previous ones were hallucinations?

When did it start?

The pain of being burned made Russell want to just pass out... So he forced himself to think and stay awake.

Russell's teeth were already bleeding—not from biting his tongue or lips, but from squeezing his gums and bleeding from the excruciating pain. He tried his best to keep his voice down, but he couldn't help but let out a deep wail.

Quanshu didn't dare to approach, but first shot the saint to a further distance, and then aimed the gun at Russell's head from a distance.

Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

— but the buzzing drowned out his shots.

A drone flew over from the side and intercepted the fully cooked bullet.

It exploded suddenly, knocking everything back.

Then five or six drones landed.

One after another, Quan Shu was blown off the edge of the second floor.

But a dark gray spider web emerged from under him~www.wuxiahere.com~ showing a strange elasticity—they were pulled downwards the tightest, and then ejected him upwards!

While in the air, Quan Shu turned the pistol in his hand into a sharp and heavy spear.

That is an attack that can easily penetrate the drone and cannot be intercepted.

However, just before Quanshu threw it towards Russell.

A heavy mechanical punch sent from the side, but it bounced to the highest point, almost stagnant in the air, suddenly knocked out to the side!

That was the delphinium that sensed Russell's position and flew over from the sky to save the scene!

Although the moonstone does not have enough firepower, its quality alone is the greatest power!

This time it should be the main body who was hit... because the moment before Quanshu was hit, the gray crystal wrapped him up.

Even though it was smashed by the Moonstone, it was already completely shattered. Even the whole person flew towards the building next door—and made a loud noise, exploding dust and smashing directly into the building.

But the delphinium didn't say a word, and chased after driving the moonstone.

"-hold onto!"

At this moment, the Paradise Bird, which slowly crawled over from the side, reached out and aimed at Russell.

Although the gray fire on Russell's body was still not extinguished, after Russell's body was shrouded in warm light, he clearly felt that his pain had been weakened a lot.

And at this moment, he saw...the ears of Paradise Bird were slowly bleeding out.

It was an injury affected by the psychic energy of the inferior.

It is impossible for the attack of the inferior to touch this kind of place without hurting me, so... is it me? Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!