Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 462 I Didn’t Ask
I can't withstand this blow.

Yue Shengfei understood it clearly.

He is neither [transcendent] nor has he inherited the fine tradition of Wu Zong. He has only a few prosthetic implants, and his physique can only be said to be adequate, not strong.

Even without the blessing of "Bad Tribulation", with Nan Dou's spiritual power, one blow of the sword could hurt him severely. And after containing the power of destruction, if this blow hit the vital point, then killing him would not be a problem.

——So, we must first make a promise not to kill.

So, we must exchange injuries for injuries!
They were so close that they could even see each other's faces clearly. Yue Shengfei grinned with difficulty, and the next moment, along with the black muzzle of the gun, his entire body was swallowed up by the flames and smashed deeply into the ground.

But the trigger had already been pulled.

The sound that echoed from all directions could no longer be called gunshots.

It was more like a battlefield with weapons colliding and shouts of all kinds.

From the moment long-range weapons were born, the battlefield was dominated by "shooting".

Only the bravest warriors are qualified to wield bows and arrows. Only the most powerful bow and arrow formation can win a war.

The flags broke, the swords shattered, the blood-stained jade ring cracked and fell off, and the blood-stained index finger hooked the bowstring, and the last feather arrow was placed in the cut flesh.

With a devout belief in "shooting" and absolute persistence, Yue Shengfei personally went to a high-intensity battlefield to fight for four years, and thus created this [Shooting the Heavenly Wolf].

An extremely fierce killing force burst out.

The moment when the shot was fired, no, the distance was so close that the "moment" seemed too long.

In the first third moment, everything within sight was stained with blood-red.

In the second-third of a second, the atmosphere above and the streets below could not bear the weight and emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound. Countless tiny cracks emerged and spread, then differentiated into even thinner ones, turning the pieces of debris into grains of powder.

In the third third of a second, the heavy assassination that was used to intercept collapsed upon contact with the [Shooting Wolf], and was transformed from a straight blade into a scattered stream of fire.

This dark yellow bullet, without any pause, carried a huge killing force and hit the young man's right chest.

"——It's not 'shooting' that determines life and death."

It was at this time that a dull voice was heard.

After the heavy killing that had no time to reorganize, a hand burning with raging black flames blocked the way of [Shooting Wolf].

Or in other words, holding the bullet.

The destructive force originating from the disaster at the end of the world exploded in the clenched palm, and several fire seeds shattered and turned into a huge amount of spiritual energy that poured in.

Even with the effect of [Sui Shi], the force of this collision could not be completely suppressed. The terrifying wave swept wildly, sweeping away the blood-red brought by [Shooting Wolf], and also breaking the ubiquitous sea of ​​fire.

The momentum lasted for a long time before it finally subsided.

"call--"

Song Shi slowly exhaled a breath of burning air.

When he loosened his right hand, it could hardly be called a right hand. There was no trace of flesh and blood on the five fingers, palm and back of the hand. Only crystal clear white bones remained, extending to the elbow, where the familiar skin color could be seen.

"Not bad." Song Shi praised: "This shot is pretty good."

"But the name 'Shooting Wolf' sounds so familiar to me. Are you sure you created it yourself?"

"The psychic skill you mentioned is called 'Sky-Breaking Wolf'."

In the underground pit, Yue Shengfei tried to stand up, but after struggling for a long time, his body, which was burning with shocking heat, rejected the idea, so he had to give up. "This move of mine, 'Shooting the Wolf in the Sky', is absolutely original." After a while, Yue Shengfei looked up and said, "Well, okay, I did refer to it a little, but only a little."

"Ah."

Song Shi studied his palm and said, "The killing power is indeed strong enough. I need to take good care of this hand of mine for a while."

Take good care of it for a while
Yue Shengfei's eyelids twitched.

He put himself in danger, and the "Shooting the Wolf" at such a close distance only seriously injured his arm.

"The plan is remarkable." Song Shi descended and walked to the fire pit that the street had turned into. He praised: "After doing this in a series of ways, you really found the opportunity to maximize the 'Shoot the Wolf'."

"You're too kind." Yue Shengfei perked up a little: "Looking at your past battle examples, I thought you preferred, ahem... simpler plans."

"If you lack strength, you naturally have to use external things to make up for it. Calculation is also a part of external things. Why do you think I would be disgusted?"

Song Shi asked back: "If your vice-patriarch suddenly said he wanted to kill me, what do you think I would do?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Song Shi said leisurely: "Then I will definitely call your patriarch to take action immediately to suppress the deputy patriarch. Otherwise, do you expect me to fight the fifth ring now?"

During the Seven Lands War, the previous patriarch of the Wu clan was defeated by the first lord of Ye Nan, so the entire clan was merged into Ye Nan. The position of "patriarch" was also taken by the lord of Ye Nan, and the original patriarchs became deputy patriarchs.

As he spoke, accompanied by the sound of iron felt hitting each other, a large amount of hot blood suddenly gushed out of Song Shi's right hand, which had turned into bones. The blood was like a tangled bundle of threads, wrapping around the bones and forging the shape of the skin.

——In theory, it should be taken good care of for a while.

But the spiritual power that is still a little short of the middle level of the third ring, what does it have to do with me who is in the upper level of the third ring?

After the spiritual energy that had been deliberately suppressed to the same level as Yue Shengfei was restored to its peak, the destructive effect of this "Shooting the Heavenly Wolf" attack was significantly reduced.

Although Yue Shengfei was in poor physical condition, he had excellent eyesight and was able to see the cause and effect. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The reason why I didn't die is that the other party didn't intend to kill me. The reason why the other party didn't die is that I couldn't kill him at all.

In this case, the Ninth Heaven is almost as different from his Eighth Heaven, and he cannot possibly be the opponent of this Nan Dou.

The tenth and eleventh heavens above him were much stronger than himself, but not as strong as the gap level he was at now. He was afraid that he could only make the other party serious, but it was not enough to make him go all out, let alone fight to the death.

Oh, no big deal.

Just wait for the deer to walk and attack and all will be well.

"Should we call you a medical shuttle?"

Song Shi squeezed his right hand, which was made of fire and blood.

"I called myself before I came."

"Fine."

Song Shi grabbed casually, and within a few breaths, the lingering sea of ​​fire on the ruins of the city block that was razed to the ground receded like a tide and flowed back into the young man's body.

Yue Shengfei coughed several times, looked at Song Shi who was about to leave, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Let me ask you a question. Did you foresee the "Shooting the Wolf" in advance when you mentioned your "Liuliguan"?

Song Shi turned around, slightly surprised, and then smiled: "Guess?"

Yue Shengfei's pupils moved. He looked away, looked up at the empty sky, and sighed, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

(End of this chapter)