Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

On the other side of the cave that runs through the tall building, a Taoist soldier was holding a thin tube as long as his arm. The tube was full of lightning and fire, and the gods of thunder lamented for the missed "shot" just now.

"'Dian Mu Flute', unmodified. The full magazine has thirty-seven rounds of 'Defending Needles'... It would take a long time to consume the ammunition with it."

The Taoist soldiers wore horn helmets with red tassels, which were the marks of the team leader. The horizontal stripes on the display screen flashed in black and white.

Zhen means thunder.

The pattern is a "Zhen" hexagram, one of the sixty-four hexagrams.

Before landing, Fang Bailu put his hands behind his neck and jumped up again.

"Well... the 'Zhen' team is on duty on this floor, and I'm on the eighth floor. The full team consists of five people, and now there are three alive - the weapon configuration and the joint attack formation should be..."

The outer consciousness is letting the information, data and intelligence that has been plundered, purchased, coerced and induced echo in its heart - not reading it out like speaking, but reading from the most efficient visual memory; and digesting, analyzing and exporting it through the full-power upper dantian.

In this towering tower and amidst the mighty wind and rain, he knew everything.

He who knows himself and his enemy——

Fang Bailu arched his back, pushed off the ground with one foot, and rushed forward: the extremely congested calf muscles filled up the trouser legs, and even clear muscle contours could be seen.

The rainwater clinging to his trouser legs exploded outwards with his movements, and water curtains formed perfect circles that appeared and disappeared behind him.

He ran along the edge of the intact floor, circling in a semicircle to approach the Taoist soldier holding the copper pipe: his upper body rose and fell from time to time, trying to delay the intelligent locking of the "Dian Mu Flute".

"The preset aiming program will be towards the throat, xiphoid process of the sternum and lower abdomen..."

Snapped!

Fang Bailu waved his sleeves, and in his hands appeared a short dagger like a bayonet and a pistol with a short barrel.

This dagger is the "Fish Intestine" that Pan Asia Military Industry sent to the store for trial sale.

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Chapter 171: Killing (Part )

The "Dian Mu Flute" in the Taoist soldier's hand no longer rotates with his body, and his thumb is placed on the firing screen at the top.

"Aiming—"

Puff! Puff!

Fang Bailu supported himself on the ground with his wrists and rolled forward: three long needles engraved with ritual scriptures were nailed to the wall behind him.

He knew the types of neurotoxins and Trojan models contained in each Weidao needle, which were enough to annihilate enemies below the level of Qigong cultivators and those who had practiced alchemy to various levels.

As he rolled, the world in his sight was turned upside down - Fang Bailu's right hand holding the gun suddenly stretched out from under his armpit and pulled the trigger.

boom!

He fired five shots in a row, but the dense gunshots merged into a long explosion; the smell of burning and the smoke were pushed away by him.

The Taoist soldier wearing a red tasseled horned helmet staggered a few times and almost fell backwards - but immediately returned to a half-squatting position with machine-like precision.

Fang Bailu continued to run, without any intention of covering his vital parts. Even if the long needle only scratched his skin, it would be a dead end.

This small-caliber homemade pistol has no advantages other than not being equipped with an intelligent module and having a large ammunition capacity. It is simply unable to penetrate the bulletproof layer of the Taoist soldier's robes and armor.

But it doesn't matter, the kinetic energy and impact force of the bullet are enough.

As long as I can delay the opponent's shooting and allow myself to get closer -

He was still rushing forward, but his body was quietly tense.

"Hey."

Fang Bailu grinned and let out a silent chuckle.

He stood on tiptoe and jumped up:

This was a dangerous move. In mid-air, he couldn't move a second time or dodge the shooting. This was also the reason why he didn't just jump over the pit.

But under Fang Bailu, a dark blue axe blade silently pierced through the wall of the building. Following closely behind was another strong body that crashed through the cement; four multi-jointed slender arms covered with charcoal gray modified skin seemed to want to grab the uninvited guest.

If Fang Bailu had not changed his position, his limbs would have been grabbed first and then his head would have been chopped off.

These are the second and third Taoist soldiers left in the Zhen group.

"It's finally out."

Fang Bailu was waiting for the two Taoist soldiers to show up: the walls could not block the real-time location transmitted by the security array map.

The team leader attracted attention and lured the enemy - the Taoist soldiers who were better at close combat set traps on the necessary routes, hoping to achieve success in one fell swoop.

"Old-fashioned tactics."

He held the fish intestines in his mouth, grasped the axe handle below with his free left hand, and moved his curled body in a semicircle like playing on the horizontal bar. The Wei Dao needle just missed the back of his head.

Then, he pushed his upside-down feet hard towards the ceiling.

Stab it!

The front of the trouser leg could no longer support itself and was torn apart by the bulging muscles. Fang Bailu pushed the axe and chopped the four-armed Taoist soldier's neck.

The head shot up into the sky, and the flashing hexagrams drew distorted bright lines. It rolled twice on the ground and slid into the abyss.

Nourishes—

Smoke and a barbecue-like smell rose from the severed end of the headless body: the axe blade must have been carrying a high voltage current.

As soon as Fang Bailu landed on the ground, he stood up with a bang and crossed his arms towards the joints of the surviving Taoist soldiers: one hand raised upwards and the other hand slapped downwards.

click!

The elbow of the Taoist soldier holding the axe bent 90 degrees with a crisp sound, and the pale bone stump pierced through the flesh.

The replaced bones were stained with a faint rust and had almost invisible barcodes - signs of neglected maintenance.

Even if artificial meridians are implanted, there will be intervals between exertion: as the saying goes, the old force has been exhausted and the new force has not yet been generated, and the muscles in a relaxed state will not have time to protect the joints.

Ironically, recipients of the hand three yang meridian implant prefer to completely relax their muscles to provide greater force for the next tightening.

"The research institute provides free maintenance for the modified parts to the Dao soldiers every 128 days... What a coincidence, tomorrow is the warranty day."

This is naturally one of the reasons why Fang Bailu chose to attack tonight.

There was no screaming, not even a subconscious pause due to pain - the axe-wielding Taoist soldier twisted his waist and hips, swung his arms sideways, and slashed Fang Bailu's throat with the sharp broken bones.

Weapons used to kill one's own kind require no sense of pain, and no warnings about one's own safety.

The strong wind blew in my face, and even the tips of my bones left afterimages: a normal human being would not be so fierce and evil.

But Fang Bailu at this moment was the same, a weapon made of blood and flesh:

Less power, less speed perhaps, but more precision and efficiency.

"Heh, the karate boxing technique that the Zhen team uniformly introduced is the Meridian Boxing Style. If the actual combat patch is kept up to date, then the version is 3.71."

Thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning - or even faster.

Ziwu Fist is a martial art developed by a subsidiary of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Institute. It is good at small-scale combat and maneuvering. However, it is restrained by another martial art product line of the same company.

"Invoke 'Lian Zhen Five Closed Hands': the latest iteration, every move can break the move."

Fang Bailu took a step forward and bent his knees slightly; then he straightened his legs suddenly and lowered his shoulders to push up.

The middle bundle of the deltoid muscle hits the xiphoid process of the Taoist soldier's sternum: this can directly stimulate the central nervous system above the stomach. Even if the pain is turned off, it is inevitable to be stiff for a moment.

Fang Bailu spit out the fish intestine in his mouth, letting it spin in the air - then, he slapped the bottom of the knife handle with his palm.

The short dagger like a bayonet pierced through the mask and penetrated into the Taoist soldier's jaw.

Warm, sticky blood flowed outward along the grooves, soaking Fang Bailu's palms.

"Violence... works well."

In the gap between steel and blood, inexplicable thoughts came into my mind.

It turns out that he has always held the real key to solving the problem in his hands.

“But what are the components of violence?”

Fang Bailu didn't want to comment on the past course of action. He could only say:

If you treat monsters as opponents, you can of course choose who to eat.

"Strength? Speed? Sharpness?"

Fang Bailu grasped the handle of Yuchang again, and walked forward, carrying the twitching and dying Taoist soldier like a craftsman controlling a shadow play.

"For me, it's information and intelligence..."

Puff! Puff!

There were waves of vibrations from the elbows and wrists - the Red Tassel Taoist soldier's Dianmu Flute was trying to find a gap in the human shield, but it just penetrated into the back of his companion.

He and the "Zhen" hexagram were face to face, he put the muzzle of the gun out of the dying man's armpit and continued to pull the trigger.

There is no need for precise aiming, just maintain a steady suppressive fire in the general area to disrupt the enemy's shooting movements.

A few more steps and the game will be over -

boom!

A blazing white lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating Fang Bailu as he shook off the corpse and pounced forward.

And groups of Taoist soldiers jumping and climbing in the deep cave, climbing up from the bottom.

Thunder followed, covering up the dull sound of steel tearing through flesh.

The rumbling sound echoed several times before the thunder died away unwillingly.

Fang Bailu shook his wrist and stirred it left and right. Then he pulled out the fish intestines from the red tasseled Taoist soldier's trembling, dimming, and finally extinguished hexagram, and moved away from the limp corpse.

"Tsk...it's really a trial product. Is the quality control so poor?"

The dagger had been broken in the middle, with the eyeball and the optic nerve at the tail end skewered on it like a piece of roasted meat.

After all, this dagger provided for trial by "Pan Asia Military Industry" has a hollow structure designed for injection and cannot withstand frequent and intense use.

He bent down and groped among the corpses, replenishing his arsenal.

The Taoist soldiers of the "Zhen" group have been slaughtered; how many are left alive?

"It makes no difference. Those who are destined to die will die."

The torrential rain blew in through the broken window panes, as if trying to wash away the bloodstains on Fang Bailu's face.

But he stepped back: he wanted to keep the rusty-smelling liquid.

"It's still a long night."

He thought so as he scratched the blood beads sliding down his face.

Chapter 172 Rain

First there was a muffled and distant rumble of thunder from above—

One sound after another.

A messenger looked up, and was blinded by the dust falling from the ceiling of the storage and access hall. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and saw that the holographic butterfly was still fluttering its wings - so he turned his head back.

The rain outside the Xianying Palace seemed to be heavier: it was not the usual "drip-tick", but the "ping-ping" sound of sharp objects hitting each other.

"Hail? Bad luck."

Someone muttered something in the long queue in front of the statue of "God of Wealth Zhao Gongming".

boom……

The noise grew louder and the storage room began to shake.

It was not the staggering that occurred during an earthquake: the person was still standing steadily, but the surroundings were swaying slightly.

A floor-to-ceiling glass window in the lobby was covered with cracks, as if it was covered with translucent moss.

The accompanying female crowns made of holographic light and color suddenly stopped, got stuck, and some even exploded in the air.