Chapter 932.
Devil, originating from outside the sky, only possessed by people, in order not to be rejected by this side of the world.
The devil is cunning and ferocious, like to suck blood, flesh-eating, devouring souls, with the human race as food, can not be extinct and difficult to eradicate!
The above is the basic definition of the human race on the “devil”, the world is afraid of the devil fear of the devil, but really seen the devil is very few people.
But very few people have actually seen a devil, because most of those who have seen one are dead!
Wang Duan’s time in the Cangqing Realm was not very short, but today was undoubtedly the first time he had encountered a great enemy of the human race.
Facing the ferocious attack from Zhang shi head, Wang Dust stood still and suddenly swung his Goose Plume Blade to slash at the opponent’s head.
This knife was simple and direct, without any fancy tricks, but the speed of the knife was as fast as lightning, suddenly bursting into a dazzling cold aura, enveloping the already half-demonized Zhang Shi!
Poof!
In the next moment, Wang Chen and Zhang Shi flew back at the same time.
Both sides were separated in a single touch.
Wang Dust stabilized his stance and looked down at his chest.
The Flying Fish Suit he wore had been slashed open with three long cuts, extending from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen, revealing the inner armor inside.
It was a bit impressive!
An inch long and an inch strong, although it was his opponent who had struck first, Wang Chuan had timed his counterattack just right and had repelled Zhang Shitou by relying on the advantage of his blades.
However, he was still torn by the other party’s sharp claws and ripped his clothes.
Wang Chuan suspected that the demon that possessed Zhang Shi was not a low-level blood-sucking fang, but an existence of a higher order!
Of course, even without the protection of the inner armor, Zhang shi’s hooked claws could not injure Wang Dust because his body surface was covered by a layer of invisible fury, and his defense was far stronger than this thin set of soft armor.
The reason why a fifth-ranked Martial Sect possessed the qualification to start a sect was precisely because he was able to achieve the ability to release his internal qi outwardly, and regardless of whether he was defending or striking the enemy, his combat power far exceeded that of a fourth-ranked Martial General.
On the contrary, Zhang Shitou was quite horribly injured!
Half of Zhang Shitou’s face had been chopped open hard, the wound extending from his chin to his chest and abdomen, the skin and flesh flipping from side to side, exposing the grimy white bones and writhing internal organs.
The strange thing was that he was so badly injured that he didn’t shed half a drop of blood.
Not only that, Zhang shi Tou’s wounds were also healing and recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strength of his self-healing power was jaw-droppingly unbelievable!
“You, are very strong.”
Zhang shi stretched out his tongue and licked his grinning lips, a hoarse voice coming out of his throat, “I believe that your flesh and blood is delicious, I will slowly savor it, at least for three days!”
This demon possessing a human laughed harshly, staring at Wang Dust with a demonic red light flashing in his eyes, his words seemed to come from an abyssal region with an indescribably sinister aura.
Wang Dust laughed.
He suddenly withdrew his sword and turned around, his right hand instantly gripped a flint hand cannon and violently pulled the trigger.
The hammer was driven by the machine sphincter, and the flint inlaid on it struck the fire door, the resulting sparks suddenly ignited the gunpowder loaded inside, and the rapidly expanding gas fired the projectile stuffed in the cannon chamber.
Just five paces ahead, a ghostly figure had just swept in.
It was clearly an assassin from the Subterranean Dragon Society!
Without waiting for the masked black-clothed man to stab the dagger he held in his hand, a thumb-sized projectile instantly struck his forehead.
Pfft!
A cloud of blood blossomed steeply from this powerful assassin’s brain, the back of his head followed by a large amount of contents spraying out.
His body shook, and a look of unwilling disbelief flowed from his eyes.
Immediately, he fell backwards!
Whew!
Wang Dust blew away the smoke coming out of the cannon’s mouth and calmly turned back to face Zhang shi again.
From the time he turned and fired to the time he finished off his opponent, it was only a matter of the blink of an eye.
This was not the first time Wang Chen had used his homemade flint hand cannon, but the first time he had used it in a real battle, the result was that a single cannon had killed an assassin of the Subterranean Dragon Society with the strength of a fourth-ranked military general.
Wang Dust knew very well that such a result was actually due to a large amount of luck.
Firstly, apart from him, no one in the world had ever seen a flint cannon, so naturally, there was no way to prevent such a weapon from attacking.
Secondly, the assassin thought that he was unaware of what he was doing, and sneaked behind him in an attempt to sneak attack, and at close range, he ate a reinforced version of the cannon, so he deserved to be the first one to be killed by the cannon!
However, the fact proved that the cannons created by Wang Chen were lethal to all martial artists below the fifth rank!
That Zhang Shi’s reaction was strange, he didn’t take the opportunity to attack Wang Chuan, but instead took two steps back, raised his arms in front of his body, and hissed, “What kind of hidden weapon are you using?”
“It’s called a fire cannon.”
Wang Chuan smiled slightly, the flint hand cannon in his hand suddenly “switched” into a flint long cannon, and suddenly aimed at the right side.
Bang!
He pulled the trigger again.
As the same homemade cannon, the range and lethality of the long cannon greatly exceeded that of the hand cannon, and almost at the same time as the gunshot sounded, a silhouette flashed by in the forest not far away.
Wang Dust’s hands trembled and switched out the second flint long cannon.
Again, it was loaded with ammunition.
Although the killing power of the flint cannon was very strong, the disadvantage was also extremely obvious, which was the slow speed of reloading ammunition.
In order to ensure continuous firepower strikes, Wang Chen preloaded all five flint cannons and hand cannons and stored them in the storage space to be used during the battle.
This was his unique combat skill!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive cannons rang out, and another Subterranean Dragon Society assassin revealed himself in the mountains and forests.
He was only seen stumbling for a few steps before falling headfirst to the ground.
This assassin’s right chest, lower abdomen and left thigh, all had a bowl-sized bloody hole, even if the gods came, they couldn’t save him, and it was already considered strong to be able to last until now.
Wang Dust put away the long cannon in his hand without switching out the last one.
Strangely enough, during his continuous firing, that stone had been watching without launching an attack.
It wasn’t until the assassin was killed that the evil demon spoke, “I kind of remember, I’ve seen a similar weapon, but not in this world, which world is it?”
He muttered, and a thoughtful and confused look actually appeared in his eyes.
But in the next moment, “Zhang shiou’s” expression became hideous and he roared, “Die!”
He opened his arms, and his body shape abruptly expanded, and the clothes he wore, including his skin, were actually hardened and burst.
A dark red ugly monster instantly broke out of his body, the long thorns attached to his back stood up, and opened his mouth towards Wang Dust and sprayed out a fishy and vicious blood mist.
At the same time, it violently closed its arms and bent forward, the long black thorns on its back pointing towards Wang Dust.
Instantaneous launch!
Swoosh!
These ejected long thorns were comparable to a sharp arrow, densely covering a large area of space, and in the blink of an eye, they were shot in front of Wang Chuan’s body.
However, right at this moment, dots of silver light exploded steeply in front of Wang Chen.
The sound of clanking and clanging continued unceasingly, and the incoming long thorns were all shaken away and shattered!
In Wang Chen’s hand, he was holding a long spear.
The Seven Plume Gun!