The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

The tomb guard was frightened and furious. He grabbed Cen Jin's wrist and removed it. He pulled out a Western kitchen knife and was about to stab Cen Jin's arm with his backhand.

Cen Jin snapped his fingers with the other hand, and the knife moved with a sound.

The bone-chopping knife embedded in the rock clangs and flies into Cen Jin's palm, blocking the oncoming Western kitchen knife. With a clang, two knives strike each other and pass a series of violent sparks, which are visible to the naked eye because the speed and strength have reached the limit. A layer of gray-white air was released, and even the air seemed to be cut open by brute force.

Cen Jin raised his legs and kicked the tomb bearer flying away, leaped forward, and kicked down violently with his feet side by side, hitting the tomb bearer's abdomen like a thousand gold stones, kicking him three inches into the ground, within a square inch of the tomb bearer as the center of the circle. The ground is cracked like a spider web.

The tomb guard was kicked in a row and looked like a rag doll. At this moment, his mind was full of question marks, why can a human being be so cruel?

You must know that its newborn appearance is that of a human three or four-year-old child. Isn't this yellow-haired pervert beating and mistreating a child with a guilty conscience?Does he still have a conscience?

The yellow-haired pervert proved with his actions that he didn't.

Cen Jin raised his western kitchen knife and slashed at the shameless part of the tomb hunter, asking frantically as he chopped, "Do you respect the order of the examination room? Do you respect me?"

The tomb hunter couldn't bear it anymore: "Is that enough? I'm a high-risk foreign object, can you respect me?"

After speaking, he manipulated the dead body to trap Cen Jin, and then inserted his five fingers into claws into his heart. He tore off the human skin like a zipper, and a crimson monster emerged from it.

The monster is one meter long, its whole body is covered with crimson muscles, its limbs are slender, it has sharp nails like a large beast, its head is flat, roughly divided into two parts, the upper part is full of eyeballs, and the lower part is split to the back of the head The mouth was not covered by skin, and the ugly sharp teeth and blood-colored gums were exposed.

It raised its head and screamed, and the dead bodies rushed towards Cen Jin one after another, then retreated and disappeared from Cen Jin's sight.

The top of the mountain was filled with white mist at some point, and Cen Jin was trapped in the white mist area, and his field of vision was limited to four meters. The tomb guards were small and nimble, so they were already difficult to deal with, but with the white mist covering them and the group of corpses assisting them, it was even more difficult kill.

The white mist area was filled with noisy voices, which gradually converged into mournful wailing, as if sharp arrows full of hatred were shot at Cen Jin in the center of the white mist.The six dead bodies on the front, back, left, and right locked onto Cen Jin's escape direction and culled them. Cen Jin bent his knees and kicked his toes up. He had excellent jumping ability. They were three meters high. The six dead bodies below were thrown into the air. The cold light cut off the head with a kitchen knife.

Cen Jin landed on the dead body's shoulders, chopped off half of the dead body's head with the bone chopping knife in his right hand, and ruthlessly cut off the head of the dead body that was sneaking up behind him with the western kitchen knife in his left hand. The sharp weapon of the magic weapon is like a natural demon-killing knife that grows in his hand.

At this time, the white mist filled the air, and the range of vision was reduced to two meters. There were dead bodies in front, back, left, and right. Out of the corner of Cen Jin's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pale hand stretched out from the left back, and a Western kitchen knife pierced it with a "pop" sound. Back pain hit.

Cen Jin gritted his teeth, swallowed back his screams, and burst into anger. After clearing an open space, he checked the injury on his back. There were bloody scratches, and the bones could be seen deep. It was obvious that the tomb hunters were hiding in the group of corpses to sneak attack.

Hit and run, slipping into the white mist, cunning enough to be a pain in the ass.

The tomb guards didn't give Cen Jin much time to rest and think, and he was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd of corpses. However, the grave guards repeated their tricks and succeeded in several sneak attacks, and Cen Jin soon became a scarred blood man.

"Gan!"

Cutting the dead body in half with a sharp knife, Cen Jin's eyes were fierce and crazy, and he suddenly rushed into the group of dead bodies to vent his anger, his back was wide open, as if he had lost his mind.

The tomb guards hidden in the group of corpses watched calmly, not being fooled, and ordered the group of corpses to attack Cen Jin's back.

Cen Jin was hit once, turned around in anger and counterattacked, again exposing his empty back.

The tomb hunter tried a few times, and finally confirmed that Cen Jin was irritated and was completely dominated by emotions. As he expected, this human made a deal in the underground reservoir, but with a weak human body, he couldn't bear it at all. Powerful spiritual pollution impact, even if it does not take the initiative to attack, let Cen Jin continue to be eroded by spiritual pollution, it will not take long for him to go crazy and produce abnormal changes.

Most human beings couldn't bear the pain of the mutation process, and basically chose to commit suicide.

But the tomb guard chose to take off Cen Jin's head with his own hands to repay the other party's offense just now.

The tomb guard hid and approached Cen Jin quietly. The latter concentrated on dealing with the dead body, and the bone chopping knife in his right hand slashed across, that's now!

Two arms made of crimson muscles opened their fingers and stabbed fiercely at Cen Jin's neck. The tomb hunter imagined that a blood vessel ruptured and delicious blood gushed out. The sweet taste made it gasp with excitement, and even opened its mouth slightly. But in the next second, severe pain came from the arm, spreading throughout the body, submerging the mind, and the smelly blood sprayed out, not from Cen Jin's neck but from its severed arm.

The tomb guard stared at Broken Arm and Cen Jin with a ferocious smile, and suddenly burst into the anger of a beast injured: "I will kill you!"

Cen Jin sneered, quickly grabbed the tomb-slayer's calf, pulled it out from the belly of a dead body and slammed it to the ground, stepped on its chest with his right foot, squatted down on one knee, held a Western kitchen knife Pass through the shoulder blades of the Gravekeeper to pin it firmly to the ground.

"It's finally drawn out."

"You deliberately pretended to be crazy...you lied to me!" The tomb hunter kept struggling, but the Western kitchen knife from the cabin in the forest was an excellent weapon to strangle him.

It can only give up struggling and choose to communicate: "Let's talk."

"How to talk?"

"I'll let you go. You can't kill me, but I can hide in the white mist and let the sea of ​​corpses tactic drag you to death. Even if you escape the siege of corpses, you can't escape the spiritual pollution mutation. You will become like me. Such a foreign object!"

While talking, the tomb guard secretly manipulated the dead bodies to cooperate with each other, flanking Cen Jin back and forth, with a speed as fast as lightning, but Cen Jin was able to defuse it easily, which made it startled.

"How could you—"

"How can it be possible to easily defuse the attack on the premise that the speed is not as fast as you and the dead body? Because the transcendence I got is not a physical skill but an improvement in extrasensory perception. I predicted the actions of you and the dead body, and found that your trajectories never overlap. Even if the difference between your trajectories is less than milliseconds, it is difficult to find the problem.

But after several experiments, I determined that your trajectory and that of the dead body are staggered.

Why stagger?I remembered that there was a foreign object in the underground river that also manipulated the floating corpse, through the blood vessels attached to the neck of the floating corpse... huh?What's your expression?Are you that corpse?

We are so destined. "

The tomb hunter was so angry that he vomited blood. It turned out that the hut in the forest swallowed nearly two layers of floating corpses and caused it to be born malnourished because of this perverted yellow hair!

"So, there is a limit for you to control the dead body. If the dead body moves, you can't move it. If you move, you can't control the dead body. I guess it's because your ability is not enough to control this huge group of foreign objects. Your high-risk level is a little watery deep."

The tomb slayer growled inwardly, who is to blame for its lack of ability!Not a little self-aware? !

"Furthermore, who said I couldn't kill you? You are a monster mutated by the pollution of the underground reservoir, and you are the son of the underground reservoir. Dad's knife was originally prepared for the unfilial son."

The eyeballs on the upper half of the tomb hunter's face rolled wildly, struggling desperately, "No, no no—you let me go, I will take you to find the auspicious mother goddess of longevity, so that you can have longevity and supernatural powers, and make you a god!" -"

Cen Jin raised the bone-chopping knife high, the blade was glowing with cold light, and fell heavily like a ruthless swordsman.

"Roar--!"

The terrified roar stopped abruptly.

Click!

The technique was precise, and the head of the tomb towner was chopped off without even spattering of blood.

Cen Jin made a gesture of shooting between the eyebrows of the grave guard: "Checkmate."

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At this time, the three surface-to-surface missiles started the launch procedure at the same time, entering the countdown stage.

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The author has something to say:

checkmate: checkmate.