Chapter 668 Thousand Knives

  On the thin and withered arm, the muscles are tense, and the blue blood vessels are clearly raised, entrenched like vines on the old tree trunk.

  Zuo Zhen held a folding knife, which was stained with forbidden blood. Even if it was separated from the body, they still had a strong activity, just like a strong acid, corroding the substance in contact with the knife, shaking the blood stains away.

   "What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz"

   Zuozhen whispered, Roger's weirdness is far beyond their imagination, but also, during this long time, the blood has been refined in his body, continuously purified, until it reaches the end of sublimation.

  Nine summers often have such stories, some guys live too long, they will become monsters.

  After all, people can die, only monsters are not.

   drew back abruptly, and some blood-corroded holes appeared in the clothes on his body. He raised the gun, and after Zuo Zhen pulled out of the range, he pulled the trigger.

The angry bullet was excited, and the distance was very short. As expected, it hit Roger's body, but failed to penetrate. The cold iron stayed in his body, as if being caught by flesh and blood, but the next moment was counted. Ten kilograms of ammunition poured into it.

  Like a blooming flower, deep in this dim underground, it blooms with brilliant colors.

As Zuozhen withdrew from the attack range, the hidden Cai Gongs appeared from the shadows and fired at Roger. Countless fires shone and burst, and heavy projectiles repeatedly hit them in this confined space. Reverberate.

  Zuo Zhen stared at the front with cold eyes. The dense gunshots made his eardrum a bit tingling, and the continuous splash of fire light reflected his pupils.

  He did not move, nor did he look away, just staring at Roger, who was shrouded in fire.

  The splashing smoke and firelight made it difficult for Zuo Zhen to observe Roger clearly, but he could still see Roger's twisted posture from the shining silhouette.

Zuo Zhen did it. Under the influence of [Wang Chuan], he shattered Roger's heart with one blow and cut off his head with a single blow. It stands to reason that this was enough to kill him, no matter whether he was a demon or Demon hunter.

  Unless...unless before that, he used [Gap] to invade and escape.

  But that’s okay, at least Zuo Zhen can kill Roger's body here.

   Inhale hard, take the turbid air into the mouth, prop up his heart and lungs, Zuo Zhen drank heavily.

   "Don't run away! Roger Cruz."

  Zuozhen’s expression was furious, the iconic smile disappeared, the old skin was piled up, and under the angry eyes, it seemed that at a certain moment, he also became a monster similar to Roger.

   "I came so far, don't let me down!"

  Zuo Zhen injected a large amount of Frodren's medicine into his body, and then dropped the empty injection.

  A piece of scarlet on the neck, and under this blood, the excessive amount of medicine rushed in the blood vessels, and his consciousness began to be strengthened and sober.

  Zuo Zhen hasn’t seen the world in front of him so clearly for a long time, everything has become extremely real, and the interference of erosion is also weakening, combined with the protection of antimemetic, he even feels that he will not be affected by erosion.

  The scarlet blood overflowed from the edge of the eye pupils, and the blood from the tip of the nose fell down with the dropped injection, and it shattered into powder on the ground.

  It feels great, great.

  Under the bone-chilling chill, life becomes so alive, like the contrast of light and shadow.

  Holding double knives in hand, cold metal, with death.

Zuozhen strode forward. It was also at this time that the sound of gunfire came to an end, and then the terrifying erosion was released in front of him, like a dam-burst torrent, they rammed in the narrow space, and the metal cracked sound. Constantly, the crowns of holy silver shattered one after another.

  Silver fragments fell from above, like snow dust, stained with blood.

This did not affect Zuo Zhen. With the support of many forces, he is now far stronger than expected, and his heart has already stepped into this place... No, as early as the moment he left Jiu Xia, It is ready.

  The smoke and dust in front of her slowly dissipated, and the hideous scarlet shadow was revealed.

   "It's so ugly."

  Zuozhen laughed.

It's not so much a human being, it's a monster that mimics a human being. The scarlet flesh and blood is entwined with the pale bones. There are still ragged clothes hanging between the flesh and blood. The blood vessels hang in it like cables and the internal organs. Also exposed, with the force of peristalsis, the blood hole pierced by the bullet is constantly overflowing with blood.

  Zuo Zhen can see the knife wound he left. On the bone section, countless tiny limbs are extending in the bone marrow, and the bone is proliferating at the speed of the naked eye, healing the wound, and reconnecting the section.

   "I said this can't kill you."

  Faced with such a weird and powerful enemy, Zuo Zhen's expression remained unchanged, and the hand holding the knife was extremely stable, like iron.

"Who are you?"

   His voice was hoarse, with a wintery chill.

The monster is holding his broken head, one after another red thread connects the head to the section, and lifts it up, just like installing a machine. Pressing the head back, the scars of the wound are healing quickly, and only the overflow is left. Blood.

  Roger has a disheveled head and his face is hidden by shadows, but he can still see those crazy eye pupils faintly.

  No, they are not eye pupils. Compared with eye pupils, Zuo Zhen feels that it is more like a...door.

  A door to the unknown, the door to the bottom of the abyss.

  Roger is just a medium. Something is hiding in the deep darkness, peering into himself through Roger's eyes.

  Zuo Zhen smiled, looked directly into his deep eyes, and then replied.

"Nobody."

  Stepping forward, crossing a long distance in an instant, the old body seems to be young again, and the double knives are rapidly turning into deceitful lights.

  In an instant, the two swords reached each other.

  Chopped the flesh and blood, split the collarbone, fell into the flesh, and then the two knives slammed open, and Roger's arms were torn off roughly.

  Blood overflowed, it burned holes one after another when it fell on the clothes, and when it fell on the skin, there was a burning pain.

  The blood flowing like Roger's is a liquid flame.

  Zuozhen cut through the flames.

  The knife is fast.

  Zuo Zhen felt the same way. This was probably the fastest knife he had ever swung in his life, as fast as thunder, as fast as a gust of wind.

  If he is fighting against people and monsters, this kind of knife can easily slash the enemy, even the witcher can slash it.

   But unfortunately Zuozhen faces Roger, one of the most hated monsters in the world.

  He can kill lives, but he cannot kill monsters.

  Roger’s counterattack was also suddenly launched at this moment. This monster named Roger Cruz finally gave up the disguise of human beings and began to advance towards even more crazy distortions.

  Bone proliferates rapidly, entangled with flesh and blood.

  The sharp bone spear expanded from his torso and stab Zuozhen fiercely, but Zuozhen was faster than him, and the veins on his arm burst out, as if it would burst into the skin in the next second.

  Zuozhen can see, everything is very clear. Under the overdose of Florund's medicine, he can even observe the dust spilling in the air.

He saw the bone spears that struck, he didn't need to think too much, he just gave everything to the instinct to fight, so the sharp sound of metal cutting air rang in the air, and the bone spears that struck broke one by one. .

"drink!"

  Zuo Zhen spit out Na Zhen Dao, he was like a master of swordsmanship, he approached Roger's torso in the splash of bone fragmentation.

  Gathering a blow, the jackknife was thrown out, hitting Roger's face with precision, piercing through the chin, and piercing through the back of the head.

   Raising his hand, Zuo Zhen tore off his clothes and armor, naked to the front, and slammed the clothes forward, covering the spray of blood and also blinding Roger's vision.

  Bone spear shattered the fallen clothing, and thought it could penetrate Zuozhen, but they only pierced into a piece of air, and looked around, Zuozhen seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

  The sharp pocket knife pierced Roger's back and penetrated his heart again.

  Roger turned his head slightly and saw the madness that made him happy.

   "Antimemetics?"

  Roger’s voice was hoarse and sharp, and the blood-stained jackknife was still stuck in his head. The scene at the moment looked strange.

   "Is it so easy to be seen through?" Zuo Zhen wryly smiled with a pocket knife, "This is a stunt I'm proud of."

"not bad."

  Roger admired, what else he wanted to say, and another pocket knife pierced his throat, sealing his words.

  The friction of "click" sounded, and two deadly folding knives were unfolded. It was also at this time that Roger could see the current Zuozhen clearly.

  His upper body and waist were tied with cloth belts, and folded pocket knives were hung on them. His flesh and blood were worn-out, covered with scars from his youth, densely intertwined.

  Zuozhen is like a mottled sword. On the thin body, the ribs are clearly visible, and there are a lot of brown spots on the skin, like a layer of yellow cloth covering the bones.

  The chest was undulating violently, and the heart made a bang, bang, bang, and every rise and fall was a test of this aging body.

  He has a thin sense of existence. If Roger does not deliberately pay attention to Zuozhen, it seems that Zuozhen will disappear from his cognition in the next second, just like just now.

   suddenly disappeared.

  This is Zuozhen’s stunt, and it is also the news of his dying.

Few anonyms can survive soberly to an age like Zuozhen. Antimeme constantly eats at him and weakens his existence. This is a dangerous signal, which means that anonymity may be completely wiped out in the near future. , But Zuo Zhen is not afraid of this, and sometimes uses such power instead.

  Weaken one's own existence, disappear in front of the enemy's eyes, and then launch an attack.

   "The first knife!"

  The folding knife penetrates the chest, along with the sternum and thoracic spine.

  Let go, pull out the second pocket knife, and at the same time, the pocket knife in the other hand also stabbed again.

   "The second one!"

  Zuo Zhen hissed, split his chest and smashed the rib cage. The bones were like blades broken in the body, further strangling flesh and blood.

   Then it repeats more monotonously, drawing the knife, swinging it down, and drawing the knife again.

   "The third one!"

   "The fourth one!"

  "……"

  The folding knife cuts open the spine, exposing the internal organs and blood, and then pierces the pelvis again, jamming into the bones.

In the tearing wind, the double knives pierced the patella and pierced Roger’s legs. Roger tried to move. The folding knives were plated with holy silver and were protected by antimemetics. They were like spikes. Embedded in Roger's body, unable to kill him, but able to restrict his movement a little.

  It doesn’t take too long. Zuozhen’s sword is very fast. Even if it takes a few seconds, it is enough for Zuozhen to swing more swords.

  Along the structure of bones, the direction of blood vessels, and the location of meridians.

  Zuozhen set off a red hurricane. Like a skilled butcher, he calmly slaughtered the prey in front of him, slashing Roger's body to pieces.

  Folding knives one after another pierced through Roger's body, like an iron forest, towering densely on his body, blood flowing unstoppable, dripping along the handle of the knife.

  Roger tried to move, but these pocket knives accurately restricted his bones. He was like a statue and could only stand in place.

  This was a brutal massacre, but Roger didn’t feel pain. He just kept laughing, making a hoarse laugh like a crow wailing.

Roger smiled like a ghost, and immediately after his severed body continued to collapse, thousands of sharp and pale bone knives and spears overflowed from under the flesh and blood, propping up and bursting his skin. .

  Bone is wrapped with metal-like hardness, silver swords and halberds pierced into the ground, waved into the air, and vented the killing in all directions.

The metal surface was easily drawn into deep depressions, and fierce sparks splashed in all directions. They were like pillars, propping up Roger's broken skin. He was high on the top, his broken face watching the fleeing Zuozhen, continuing his laugh at.

  "Futility, stranger, your anger, your swordsmanship... everything about you is meaningless."

  Roger laughed, and the folding knife deeply embedded in his body was also broken one by one as he stretched. Amidst the sound of breaking, metal fragments fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

  Zuo Zhen panted, he was covered in blood, Roger's and his own.

  He is like coal being put in the snow, burning with mist over his body, and then there is pain, which almost takes away the pain of reason.

  Roger’s blood corroded his body, and the skin that was infested by it was like being scalded by a fire. The pain came from every exposed skin, and then there was the pain that overlapped and went deep into the bone marrow.

  Zuo Zhen drew out the last two pocket knives and squeezed them laboriously. A large amount of blood poured out from his right leg. A large piece of flesh was cut off, and there were more scratches of various depths all over the body.

  Zuo Zhen felt that even if he was ten years younger, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now, and even such an attack would be difficult to avoid perfectly.

"Different."

  Zuo Zhen said, and reluctantly stood up, his vision on the left plunged into dimness.

He guessed that Roger’s blood had leaked in, and it probably burned his eyes. He was aware of it at the beginning, but unfortunately, in such a fight, Zuo Zhen didn’t have time to stop slashing and rubbing his eyes. .

"Different."

  In an instant, Zuo Zhen seemed to be a lot older again, his eyes sunken deeply, and some were just a cloud of unpredictable darkness.

  He kept repeating.

   "It's different, Roger Cruz."

   With arms sturdy like iron, he raised his double knives again.

Compared with the tyrannical monster, this kind of steel is still too thin, but Zuo Zhen doesn't care about it at all. There is a little light in the darkness of his eyes. It seems that he is holding more than two knives, but a thousand buzzing. The rattling blade.

  These knives are enough, there is nothing to be afraid of. Thinking of this, Zuo Zhen even showed that iconic smirk.

  (End of this chapter)