Shua a broken magic gun, Zhang Lan’s half shield was cut neatly, and a house next to him was thrown around like a hot steak knife cutting butter.
That can resist the frontal bombardment of the Yugoslav capital artillery shield, but it can not stop the scorching sun from hitting it with one shot.
Zhang Lan’s judgment is correct. In the face of the scorching sun, he can’t pause or try to resist, which will make every second come to death.
So he got up and rushed along the street towards the wall. He had made himself as fast as a mutant cheetah.
But this time, the different scorching sun didn’t chase Zhang Lan again. After 1 meter, it was forced to stop by itself. After pulling out the waist, the long blood knife was inserted into the bluestone pavement and slid for half a meter, turning over for 1 degree and stopping.
It’s not that Zhang Lan is crazy, it’s not that the scorching sun is tired, just because a mother and daughter are hiding from the table of the beheaded house. Obviously, they didn’t come to escape with the Yugoslav capital army and they can hug each other tightly and tremble.
"Don’t let her live, please." The mother covered her child’s eyes and dared not let her see the hot sun in front of the table and the glowing pike in front of her eyes
"Don’t worry that breaking the magic gun will end your life before you feel pain. The process is much easier than imagined." The hot sun is like comforting a child who can’t sleep
"The scorching sun is not interesting at all. It’s too old-fashioned. Your opponent is me. You shouldn’t hurt people’s lives before killing me," Zhang Lan stressed.
"Why not?" The hot sun smiles to say
"It’s not in line with your temperament at all. You can kill semi-protoss fighters without being defeated, instead of killing women, children and scum." Zhang Lan woke up seriously
"Words cause deviation to my way of doing things, and my way of fighting follows the track of the greatest chance of winning." The magic gun in my hand at the hot sun stands behind me, and the sharp spear head hangs like a clock pointer. Just one board on the desktop is two people’s lives. "Zhang Lan has exposed your weakness when you disobey the king’s orders. You have the perspective of God and feel that you can save the world and feel responsible for others’ lives. This is the stupidest thinking of dark clouds. It is very simple for you to stop. It is enough for one or two fragile crying women."
"Five minutes …" Zhang Lan rattled her fingers with blood.
"Do you still count your own manifesto time?" The scorching sun seems to be an empty trick.
"Must be shored up for 5 minutes? It’s really difficult … but I want to try. "Zhang Lan’s hand is also the core of the power. The sacred stone engine drives% of the output arm, and the magma-like beautiful blood vessel texture reappears.
"Then try it." A step in the hot sun instantly smashed the residual tile and broken wall in front of it and pounced on Zhang Lan not far away
"Left, right, left, left!" Zhang Lan stuck to the scorching sun and waved the magic gun with all directions destroyed. It flashed for five times in a row and hacked into his chest, which was only 2 cm away from the scorching sun.
This is the habit of the scorching sun. Zhang Lan has memorized almost every habit in the scorching sun battle, even what moves will be made after a twitch of the eyebrows. This is the result of spending money on video memory.
This is a unique opportunity! Zhang Lan waved his hand and went straight to the forehead of the scorching sun to bomb this distance. Even in the scorching sun, this kind of strength will cause a temporary brain crash.
But the opportunity is the scorching sun. I hope Zhang Lan will see the opportunity …
"You know me? What you know about me. "
The scorching sun easily dodged Zhang Lan’s fatal punch, so lightly, he walked past Zhang Lan’s side, and the handle of the magic gun was split into two parts. Before the spear head, the tail of the gun pierced Zhang Lan’s belly and pulled it out from behind.
The wound caused by the weapon will not bleed, because the cells around the wound will be instantly burnt and condensed into a ball.
The wound caused by the weapon can also be healed, because the surrounding cells are permanently necrotic. Once the organ is attacked by the weapon, it is impossible to transplant the organ immediately.
The scorching sun attack doesn’t need to be so easy. conan the destroyer just looks like Zhang Lan has a thumb-sized hole in his liver, but it will cause severe bleeding. Estimated time of death … 15 seconds.
Chapter one hundred and twenty-nine Zhang Lan counterattack
Zhang Lan, who is still smoking in the abdomen, can smell the burnt muscles, the liver function is destroyed and bleeding makes the abdomen swell. The average person can live for 15 seconds in this situation, which is the same as that predicted by the scorching sun.
In order to alleviate the pain, the general method is to sit on the ground and seal the wound by first aid, but Zhang Lan moved back half a step and suddenly supported herself so that she could jump in the opposite direction.
The close-fitting blood-removed long knife was blocked by the metal handle of the scorching sun. The scorching sun was not surprising. Zhang Lan was surprised that his abdominal wound was healed in a visible way.
"You … are not human?"
The scorching sun just attacked Zhang Lan’s life, but it was a test of a conjecture. Being so proud and petite today depends on more than just a brain and an S-class mechanical prosthesis. He must have other secrets, such as … the protoss.
"You are a demigod." The scorching sun smiled.
"If you know it, you won’t get a bonus." Zhang Lan pushed the blade hard and pushed the scorching sun 1 meter away. The abdominal wound healed, but his forehead was also covered with bean sweat.
"Since it is a demigod, why is it so weak?" It’s not like a man to be calm in the hot sun. When an ordinary soldier meets a semi-protoss, he will be so scared that he will kneel and call for his father, but he is thinking about how to kill him …
"If you don’t kill me, I won’t kill you." Zhang Lan’s rapid healing of physical injuries consumes physical energy as much as a 2 km armed cross-country
"You are not the kind of person who is so weak … you are storing energy?" The hot sun found the answer without thinking about it.
"You can’t say for sure. Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to die." Zhang Lan’s sweat dripped on the floor in front of me.
"No, you don’t have this ability. You predicted that 15 minutes is the end of the energy storage period? If it is time for us to hurry, "the scorching sun finally has a serious expression."
"Don’t be nervous. I didn’t expect to crush you like a god from beginning to end. You still have four minutes to solve the mystery. I really don’t expect to know the answer?" Zhang LAN deliberately tempted way
"I don’t expect to take your mystery into the cemetery at all."