Chapter 350

Looking at QIANZI in front of him, soshyang felt more the emotions emanating from them than their appearance.

The figures and symbols painted on their gorgeous armor decorated with gold and gemstones can evoke the memory of the oldest gods of mankind - the image of demons twisted and undulating on the surface of polished metal armor.

They fired at soshyan indifferently, and he could even see the hatred burning inside them.

Salpurdon learned to be smart. He knew that the angry warrior in front of him was a little heavy and had the power to restrain his psionics, so he attacked under the cover of the scarlet letter as much as possible.

He waved his soul spear at his opponent. Then soshyang felt a flash of gold, and then a light arrow filled with dark energy hit him, flying him into the air like a child's toy and falling back.

Soshyan turned over instinctively in the air and fell to the ground in a crouching position the next second.

The attack didn't do him any damage, but he was also surprised at the power of the other party's psionics - even under the restriction of the gray pulp, he could still hit him.

By this time, sol had broken through the obstacles of the soul drinker and rushed to the scarlet letter soldier.

"Cut off the enemy of the father!"

He waved the sword in his hand and stabbed a thousand son helmet.

The roar of the metal collision echoed, and the scarlet letter soldier fell back like a broken kite, and the fire light loomed in the big hole pierced out of his helmet.

There was no flesh or sound, because they were already a group of dead spirits lingering in the body of ancient armor.

Soshyan, who stood still, roared at the director of the think tank again, and the remaining scarlet letters immediately opened fire.

Their shooting had fatal accuracy. After being shot in the shoulder, soshyan fell to the ground and rolled. Then he ran to the nearest enemy at the moment when his footsteps hit the ground.

Gray pulp is not only anti psionic, but also an advantage in increasing his body's reaction speed.

Sol, who got rid of a scarlet letter, began to spit out anger with his bomb gun to attract the enemy's attention.

Bullets were fired at the enemy one after another, but unfortunately, the mysterious armor of the scarlet letter withstood the impact of explosives.

But soshyan knew sol had won him enough time.

He can rush into the enemy's line in the next second.

Salpurdon recited a mantra in a strange tone, and immediately another dark energy arrow shot out of his hand.

Soshyan quickly dodged to the left, but the light arrow immediately turned a corner and still flew towards him.

"Damn it!"

The arcane energy hit him. Although it didn't do him any harm, it made him lose his balance and roar and fall into a pile of crates.

Angry soshyan grabbed the oil pipeline beside him and struggled to get up.

Sol dodged among the bullets fired back by QIANZI. Under the control of a certain force, the scarlet letters avoided melee as much as possible and kept shooting and suppressing him all the time.

His anger flared up in soshyan's heart. He slammed into the nearest QIANZI and the warlock, and stabbed the QIANZI's helmet with his sword.

The next second, the sword body pierced the ancient ceramic steel armor protected by the blessing of mysterious forces, and the sword tip poked out from the back of QIANZI helmet.

"Come on! Dirty thing!"

He roared and waved his sword at the next scarlet letter soldier, while the old soldier silently raised his gun in an attempt to ward off the fatal blow.

But soshyan cut the gun in half with a direct sword.

Ghostly smoke floated out of the destroyed bomb gun. Soshyang took advantage of the situation to lift the bomb pistol in his other hand and shot his opponent's head off with two shots.

At this time, he was hit hard at the back of his head and knocked him to the ground.

Salpurdon cunningly hit the back of his head with an energy arrow. Although it was blocked by a helmet, it still hit his head buzzing.

But soshyan didn't get up immediately, but subconsciously rolled forward.

As soon as he left his original position, a string of bullets hit the ground violently.

A thousand children came and shot at him.

Soshyang rolled over, charged the enemy in front and kicked up.

Being kicked to the chest, the scarlet letter soldier stumbled back.

Soshyan then rose vigorously and thrust his sword into the enemy's abdomen.

The scarlet letter's armor immediately ignited a flame, and the soul black hole brought by the gray pulp tore its essence to pieces.

Although countless fine sands were flying out of the armor, the scarlet letter still struggled to rush at soshyang's throat, but Shengyan sword stopped his final counterattack.

"Go to hell!"

Soshyan said, put the muzzle of the explosive pistol on his opponent's forehead and pulled the trigger, and then the scarlet letter armor slipped weakly down soshyan's power sword.

After solving the enemy, it took him three seconds to quickly judge the current situation.

Sol was right next to him and had just killed another enemy on the basis of his first kill.

Other soul drinkers are still fighting hard, but they may not last long. There are far more enemies than them.

Sevita was gone.

At this time, the scarlet letter armor that he had previously killed suddenly floated from the floor, as if pulled by an invisible line - a blue flame wrapped around the armor's wrist.

Seeing that the lifeless puppet raised his hands, soshyang widened his eyes, and the cold hair behind his neck suddenly started.

The real world began to tremble.

In the blink of an eye, a fireball came straight from the empty armor. Soshyan quickly raised his arm to protect his face.

The fireball immediately dissipated in front of him.

Then he heard crazy laughter echoing in the west, and a morbid sweet smell filled his nose.

Something began to materialize, and a monster floated in the air supported by non-existent airflow appeared.

Its flesh and blood showed blue for a while, and then turned pink. Its tentacles stretched out from the twisting meat and pulled it towards soshyan like flail.

A sense of horror and disgust spread all over soshyan's body. He stubbornly raised his power sword, raised his head, roared loudly, and drowned the devil's laughter with his roar.

"Come on --!"

When he lowered his head, he suddenly heard a war roar like a response. It was a familiar voice.

With a loud crash, the air burst and a huge crack appeared.

Soon, there was another loud noise. A body stained with viscous purple liquid, like a huge nocturnal predator, swept out of the crack. At the same time, a halberd fell one meter in front of salpurdon.

"What!"

The degenerate think tank curator was scared to death. He clearly remembered this halberd.

When he tried to retreat in a panic, a sharp pain came.

Slowly, salpurdon looked down at the sharp object protruding from his body, which was the tip of three metal claws.

A large armored hand then grabbed his shoulder and pulled out the steel cursed by subspace.

Salpurdon turned his head and faced a face with a mocking smile. The soul spear was still in his hand.

Then, with a collision of pottery and steel, his hand could no longer work hard, and the soul spear rolled to the ground.