"Brush--"
A powerful and gorgeous knife light in front of Wu Dahai's eyes, three "flesh and blood vines" shot at him broke, blood spray wildly, spread out, under the street lamp a bizarre golden red. The tall girl in high school uniform, holding a knife in her backhand, her long hair flying, her legs long, as if the heavenly warrior, blocking between Wu Dahai and "Master Zhang".
Wu Dahai looked dumbfounded, for a moment actually forgot to be afraid, in this life, for the first time in his life, he had a feeling of heartbeat.
"Go."
Qing Ling did not look back, fully focused on the enemy.
"Oh ... oh," Wu Dahai came back to his senses, he stumbled and climbed up to run, still not forgetting to urge, "Beauty ... be careful! ..."
Master Zhang has now become a beast between plants and animals, "bud" on the five senses gurgling pus and blood bubbles, constantly emitting both hunger and thirst and angry voice: "Humans! Humans! Humans ..."
The vines under its feet were no longer in a hurry to attack, but wrapped around its body and then tightened inch by inch, as if it was a meat grinder.
Gao Yang couldn't describe the disgusting image, and in less than ten seconds, the air was filled with a pungent, fishy odor. He resisted the urge to vomit and went forward to help Wu Dahai who ran back, "Why didn't you fight just now?"
"I have a shitload of fight!" Wu Dahai justified.
"Wasn't that move you just did very powerful?" Gao Yang was puzzled, "One ring of the finger and the game console all shut down."
"That's a special voice-activated master gate, you snap your fingers, you can turn it off too." Wu Dahai said.
Gao Yang was completely speechless: brother, in the middle of the day you are even more useless than me? How did you get into the organization? Did you go through the back door? Or did you open the back door yourself? Is this organization really worth joining?
Forget it, it's better to ask for help than to ask for help.
"Any more weapons?" Gao Yang shouted towards Officer Huang.
"I have a golf club in the trunk of my car." Officer Huang held the gun in one hand and pulled out the car key from his pants pocket and threw it to Gao Yang.
Gao Yang caught the keys and quickly opened the trunk, taking out a silver-white golf club.
Not far away, Master Zhang's body was all shredded, except for the meatball full of features, which could still be called its "brain", the other parts were all turned into "canes" - to be precise, they were tentacles. The other parts are all turned into "canes" - to be precise.
These tentacles are made from the intestines, internal organs, muscle tissue, cartilage, a rough count of as many as twenty.
The current Grand Master Zhang was like a mutated octopus buckled upside down on the ground.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh ..." Three tentacles rushed towards Qing Ling.
Qing Ling's hand rose up and chopped them off quickly.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo--" four more tentacles descended from the sky and chopped down towards Qing Ling.
Qing Ling dodged and rolled to the side, dodging the lashes of the tentacles. At this time, several tentacles crawling along the ground in the darkness had already silently touched Qing Ling's feet.
Qing Ling was startled and quickly jumped back.
The tentacles were like cobras, leaping up in the air with a "bared" sound, and one of them ruthlessly strangled Qing Ling's white ankle, quickly pulling Qing Ling back to the ground.
"Bang!" A bullet broke the tentacle.
Not caring about the pain, Qing Ling rolled up on her side and with a backhanded slash, chopped off the other three tentacles that were close to her in one go.
She didn't dare to stop and ran horizontally with her long knife, and in the limited number of dodges she made, she keenly noticed that the tentacles were the fastest to eject in a straight line with moncler jackets for sale Zhang as the center, and when the tentacles popped out, they were much more sluggish when they wanted to move horizontally again to catch someone.
Qing Ling decided to circle around Grand Master Zhang so that she could reduce the chances of being caught by the tentacles.
"Bang--" Officer Huang saw the right moment, and within a second, fired three consecutive shots towards the target's 'brain'.
"Ahhhhh ... humans! Human! Humans humans humans humans ..."
Zhang shuddered in agony, letting out a violent scream, and several tentacles retracted to protect his brain.
"The weak point is the head!" Officer Huang shouted towards Qing Ling, while pulling out a new magazine and quickly replacing it.
Qing Ling could also see this, but she didn't dare to venture closer.
There were as many as two dozen or so tentacles of Master Zhang, each of them was flexible and powerful, and it was impossible to cut them with any other weapon other than the Tang Knife in her own hand, besides, even if she cut them off, the other party would be able to quickly repair them and grow them back again.
On the contrary, once Qing Ling missed herself, she would be strangled by uncountable tentacles, and then dragged towards Grand Master Zhang. Then, those tentacles should gather around the main body, once again transformed into a "meat grinder", he will be twisted into mincemeat in extreme pain, turning into a part of Master Zhang, and I'm afraid that my own eyes, mouth, nose and ears will also be integrated into that disgusting mass of sarcoma, along with the Master Zhang, chanting continuously! "Human beings human beings human beings human beings ...", as for the other parts of his body, they will also become new tentacles to capture more human beings ...
At the thought that it would be this kind of death, even if it was as cold as Qing Ling, his scalp could not help but tingle.
There was only one chance.
Failure was hell.
Qing Ling took a deep breath and suddenly took out the speed of a 100 meter sprint and ran wildly, circling around the target continuously, and naturally, Zhang Daimao's tentacles were attracted to spin around, looking like a small rotating swing.
After two minutes of high speed circling, Qing Ling's speed slowed down, whether it was the sprints she trained for on weekdays, or the natural talent Blade God, both belonged to a short period of time with high explosive power, which inevitably couldn't last for too long, and strived for a quick battle.
Right now, she still hadn't found the perfect cutting opportunity, but before her stamina dropped significantly, she had to strike.
"Cover me!" Qing Ling saw the right moment, circled around to one of the sides with the least number of tentacles of Zhang Dajie, and rushed over with her sword. The opponent's seven or eight tentacles immediately retracted, while the other dozen of tentacles closed in on Qing Ling from all sides.
Qing Ling approached at high speed, while constantly adjusting his position to avoid the attacks and cut off the tentacles.
The empty space was filled with dense blood mist, and in the shadow of swords, Qing Ling was like a blood-stained white butterfly, dancing among the countless tentacles.
Officer Huang wasn't idle either.
He unleashed his Gun God talent, covering Qing Ling with a frequency of one bullet per second, and those tentacles that escaped from Qing Ling's blade were all interrupted by the bullets that followed closely behind.
Everything happened in just a few seconds.
Officer Huang quickly shot out all his bullets, and Qing Ling was close enough to close in on Grand Master Zhang. With a deft sideways dodge, she dodged the last two tentacles, and with both hands, she raised her sword high in the air and slashed at Master Zhang's "brain" from above.
At that moment, everyone was convinced that Mr. Zhang's brain would be cut in half like a fragile watermelon. However, everyone ignored the tentacles that were cut off on the ground.
They stuck to the ground the moment they hit the ground and swam back towards the main body at an extremely fast speed.
Qing Ling was just about to launch herself when she only felt a pain in her back heel, it was the countless broken tentacles that were traveling backward continuously striking her back heel. Qing Ling slipped on the soles of her feet, and although she quickly adjusted her standing position, the strength in her waist didn't explode effectively, which led to the loss of most of the strength in her arms.
A second later, she swung a greatly reduced blade.
The strength of the knife was still strong, the blade was still sharp, but it only cleaved through less than a third of the target's depth, and instead of killing Zhang, it wailed in agony, and the few tentacles that had regrown threw themselves out with force, fiercely lashing out at Qing Ling's waist.
"Uh ..." Qing Ling's weapon dislodged and flew a few meters away, rolling on the ground twice in a row. She didn't give up yet, and reached out her right hand towards Master Zhang, who was a few meters away, and opened her five fingers violently, "Metal!"