As the withered black smoke fell, Poison Q quickly retreated to put some distance between them. His heart was still palpitating as he held onto his neck that was leaking air. A bloody hole was exposed, and the windpipe inside had been cruelly ripped off. Blood and flesh flowed out from the hole in his finger and dyed the gaps between his fingers red.
Threads of cold and evil energy spread along the wound on his throat. The strange black bruising marks were like the bite marks of a snake's fangs quietly spreading.
The spreading speed was not fast, but it was very firm as it climbed along the lines of his skin.
Poison Q hurriedly took out a medicine bottle from his chest and poured out some powder to apply to the wound to stop the bleeding. Then he touched the wrinkled black spots on his neck that had been stopped from spreading but had not subsided. He could feel the cold touch from his fingertips. He was shocked, but then he let out a long sigh of relief and thought to himself, "It's good that it's not the parasitic virus in Ace's body!"
Strictly speaking, rust bugs could not be classified as a type of toxin, so Poison Q was helpless. However, this did not reduce his confidence. At least he now felt that he had a way to get rid of the black spots on his neck.
"Although my throat was ripped off, the other party lost an arm. It's not a loss!" Poison Q turned his head and gave Yarlin a thumbs up. Then he stared at Yarlin with a cold and dark gaze, and a muffled chuckle came from his throat.
"Fate's throat was ripped off, so I'm afraid it didn't have time to tell you …" Yarlin knew what the other party was thinking. He grinned, revealing his neat teeth, and said in a hoarse voice with a slight nasal sound, "A severed arm can grow back at any time!"
At the same time that the voice burst out from between his teeth, countless black threads on Yarlin's severed left shoulder wriggled crazily, as if they were threading a needle and quickly interweaving into a black sweater. The threads that closed up from top to bottom quickly pulled and contracted, and in the blink of an eye, a pitch-black, knotted arm was formed.
His broad and sturdy palm flashed out like lightning. His index finger and middle finger were pressed against the center of his eyebrows, and a needle bullet as thin as a hair was caught between his fingers.
Yarlin's closed fingers gently rubbed against each other, and the deep cross-shaped tattoo between his eyebrows revealed an awe-inspiring killing intent. He narrowed his eyes, and his indifferent polycoria reflected Poison Q and Fan Oka, whose expressions had changed drastically. He said eerily, "It seems that fate did not tell you. Then, the next question is, did fate decide the order of your deaths for the two of you?"
The moment he spoke, the solid black lines flowed through his body and transformed into a pale white color. Arlen suddenly flicked his finger, and a sharp whistle sounded like thunder in the night sky. The thunderous sound seemed to tear apart the night sky and pierce through everyone's eardrums.
Fan Oka's heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling. He got up and rolled behind the wall. In an instant, he jumped more than ten meters away. There was a tiny pinhole on the wall behind him. Dense cracks appeared and spread out from the pinhole. It was like a crushed mirror. The cracks were so dense that they formed a terrifying spider web.
Seastone's specially made needle-tipped bullets were hard and hard. After piercing through the wall, they still continued to fly forward. However, they suddenly stopped in mid-air. The end of the needle-tipped bullets buzzed as if there was an invisible thread attached to it and held it there.
Chi!
The wall exploded into smoke and dust, and Fan Oka felt a stabbing pain between his eyebrows. He could only see an afterimage in front of his eyes. He subconsciously pressed the butt of the gun against his chest, but before he could stand firm, his chest and abdomen shook. His heart pounded, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
A needle hole appeared on the butt of the gun. The terrifying force penetrated the butt of the gun and pierced into his chest. The transparent silk thread pulled on the needle hole and made an ear-piercing sound. Van Oka felt as if one of his ribs had been nailed through, and he was seeing stars.
Shocked, Fan Oka hurriedly turned the butt of the gun, like twisting a steel cable, to break the invisible thread. Then, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind him on his left.
On the other side.
Trapped in a fierce battle, Teach had a gloomy look on his face. While waving his arms, streams of black water rippled and rolled in all directions. The strange pulling force could always perfectly deflect Koshiro's sword. His sturdy body flashed and moved as fast as lightning, and every time his feet stomped on the ground or the air, a loud boom would be heard.
Koshiro's chest and abdomen were dyed red with blood, and a smooth and crooked wound seemed to have been forcibly erased by some terrifying force. The blood dripped and soaked the clothes, but the expression under the black and white mask did not change. Instead, the pair of eyes became more and more fierce and cold.
This body is not the original weak body of Koshiro, but has been transformed and transformed into a killing machine.
Koshiro moved his feet, and the body of the sword moved with the momentum. He moved with the sword, and as if he had split the space, he turned into a silver light and appeared behind Teach. The hand holding the sword came out of it, and the dark and sharp sword whistled.
Teach turned around and grabbed at the sword with one of his palms. At the same time, a dim light gathered on his other finger. It was as if a silent black hole had opened up in the air. Within a radius of the black hole, sand and pebbles were sent flying in all directions as they were sucked into the black hole.
The next moment, the darkness splashed, and the terrifying suction force broke out. The sword in Koshiro's hand cut off the layers of black water, and then the trajectory deviated and pierced into the black hole, and the sword was annihilated.
The mask on his face was also pulled off. With a whoosh, it was sucked into the black hole and disappeared, revealing a pale and sinister face underneath. His sharp and threatening eyes were indifferently staring at Teach. The veins on his arms were trembling and his strong muscles were bulging like sarcomas.
His feet suddenly left the ground, and instead of retreating, he moved forward. His whole body used the suction force to shoot toward Teach like a cannonball. His speed was so fast that he pulled a string of afterimages in the air.
His momentum was like a hungry ghost. With a whoosh, he arrived. Koshiro's finger was like a sword, and the power of the sharp finger was unparalleled, as if it was going to pierce through the world.
Teach's pupils shrank slightly, but there was no panic in his heart. In the fierce battle just now, he had already understood the horror of Koshiro. At this moment, the opponent's decisive change was not beyond his expectation.
He immediately jumped with both feet and dodged to the side. Then his toes touched the ground, and he made a few disorderly changes in direction, almost missing Koshiro's finger thorns. A strand of greasy dirty hair on his ear was cut off, and his whole face was in pain as if it was about to be torn off. He screamed and grabbed Koshiro's shoulder with a backhand.
At the same time, he looked around and listened to all directions. His fierce pupils glimpsed Van Oka who was in danger, but there was no hesitation on his face. Instead, the speed of his hand was faster, and he grabbed Koshiro's right shoulder like an eagle …
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