Right on Target Chapter 207

A huge shadow appeared on the originally empty arena, which was the virtual body cast by Zhu Rong. Without the dazzling opening of the ghost car bird, it is almost like a monster that exists in reality, crawling out of the darkness with a headless image, groping among the seats, like a thief picking up gold.

"My head," Zhu Rong raged in the noisy gunfire, "where is my head?"

Xie Zhenshu's avatar is the same as last time, a two-sword warrior wearing a ghost helmet. He took a step and said, "In the penalty area."

Zhu Rong said, "Don't lie to me! I've searched all over, but I can't find it anywhere!"

The bell on the ghost corner of Xie Pillow Book rang softly. It was because he was tilting his head, as if he was thinking. Two seconds later, he said: "I threw it into the gap, and no one can touch it."

The punishment area was destroyed by Zhu Rong when Su Heting died. Since then, there have been many cracks on the edge of the punishment area. The main **** system could not repair them, so it turned the sandy land into a land of gods and demons, prohibiting others from approaching.

"You thief," Zhu Rong grabbed the two cold snakes protruding from his back, his knuckles protruding, "how dare you throw my head into the gap...my head..."

It speaks crazily, and its virtual body is bent, like a patient over half a century old. The gunshots in the Colosseum gradually stopped, leaving only its continuous splitting and overlapping shouts.

"I'm so hot, I'm **** hot, this **** goddamn fusion...

"Head... Put your head back quickly...

"Eunuch! I'm going to explode! Let it rain, let it rain heavily!"

If Leng Snake was conscious, he wrapped around Zhu Rong's arms, raised his white scales, and completed the reorganization with a piercing splicing sound, turning into two multi-barreled cannons.

Su Heting watched the match with his head upside down, seeing Leng Snake regroup. The hermit shrunk his head on one side and said, "Ah, isn't this King Shen's cold snake? Why is it still attached to it!"

Su Heting's different pupils reflected fire light, and said: "Maybe King Shen imitated it."

Zhu Rong raised his arms, opened his mouth wide, and the shell immediately hit Xie Zhenshu's position. This cannon was earth-shattering, but the officer only held on to the handle on the right side.

"boom-"

The three-faced Ashura received the attack from the front, covering Xie Zhenshu's figure from behind, and was hit by a shell. A few black fragments fell, and the tiger-eyed "angry" face was ferocious. After being beaten, he raised the cannon with one hand and immediately fought back.

Zhu Rong was shot on the shoulder, staggered backwards, and fell into the audience seats. The flames on its body "rusted" and fell, and the place where it was beaten dissipated and turned into green messy characters. Leng Snake changed back to its original shape and climbed onto Zhu Rong's arms. Zhu Rong stood up, spread his legs, and held his right hand in the air. The flaming scepter suddenly appeared, and it smashed the scepter heavily to the ground: "Thank you for the book, hand over your head and cat!"

This smash made a loud noise, and with it as the center of the arena, a monstrous fire ignited. The flames rushed out and surrounded Asura, and the ground under Xie Zhenshu's feet immediately cracked and began to sink.

The hermit was dumbfounded and shouted, "What the **** is this?!"

Su Heting said: "It can control the place of survival, and of course it is easy to change the field."

The hermit said: "Such shamelessness is really worthless. I bet on it!"

It's a pity that he can only enjoy his mouth, Zhu Rong looks really scary, it is like a moving volcano, it strode towards Xie Zhenshu. The ground shook violently, and the hermit raised his throat in one breath, and tried his best to calm himself down so as not to affect the doctor, but Zhu Rong's impact was really fierce. He didn't hold his breath, and said quickly, "Brother Xie, run away!" It's about to hit!"

Xie Zhenshu crossed his hands and held the handle of the knife. There is a bell hanging on his ghost-faced helmet, which was given by Su Heting before he lost his memory. When Zhu Rongdang rushed towards the strong wind, his bell was blown, and it rang softly in mid-air.

— Jingle.

The moment the two collided, Xie Zhenshu's twin knives came out with staggered edges, and the cold light of the blades shone among the flames, splitting the gale and the flames. The wind suddenly blew to the sides, Zhu Rong was exposed, the scepter it held horizontally was broken from it, and a piece of green splashed out of its chest.

Su Heting's hanging heart finally fell back, but he pretended to be calm on the face, and said: "You have to trust the officer, he often cuts Zhu Rong, and this will cut him to pieces."

Zhu Rong didn't stop after being cut, it raised its left foot and kicked Xie Zhenshu. Asura blocked with one hand, and the cannon barrel bitten by "Huansha" shot straight, hitting Zhu Rong's gap with one shot. Zhu Rong let out a roar, and the injured part of the hit area became more serious, and turned into vague garbled characters again.

At the same time, the red lights of the ground anti-aircraft guns outside the Colosseum were bright, and they lost control along with Zhu Rong. The disordered aiming system locked on indiscriminately and fired a shot towards the city.

The sirens on the ground blared, and the monks just got off the aircraft and before they stood still, there was a loud "whoosh" from behind. The next second, the original residential area was hit by anti-aircraft guns, and the entire area was instantly shattered. The sound of the explosion turned into thick smoke.

The two ponytails looked at the thick smoke in astonishment, and said, "It's gone..."

The survivors in the residential area didn't even have a chance to escape, and they were instantly turned into flying smoke when they were hit.

Qin coughed a few times, turned to the elder sister's head, and said sharply, "What are you waiting for? If you don't want everyone to die together, turn them off quickly."

The eldest sister nodded: "I'm really sorry, its control room is inside the office building. Thanks to you, the office building was blown up a few days ago."

Qin said: "Don't pretend, I know you won't just prepare a control room."

The eldest sister picked up the anti-air gun barrel and said, "Indeed, but the other control rooms are distributed in various areas. If you want to close them, you have to run one by one."

Jiali took the monk's communicator and handed it to the eldest sister: "I'll call mom, tell mom the exact location of each control room, and we will split up."

The eldest sister took the intercom, but it wasn't Fu's mother's voice, but an ever-changing synthesized voice.

"Hello," said the voice, "I am Xuannv, and I will guide you all from now on."

When the siren sounded on the ground, Su Heting's nerves were also jumping. He felt a tingle, a sign that the central processing unit was recovering. The doctor didn't dare to look around, it was extremely nervous, but fortunately the person holding the cat's tail was Xie Pillow Book, and even though the officer was connected to the field, his hand was still steady.

"Thank you mom," the doctor said in a low voice, "she is really the reincarnation of an angel and Hua Tuo's rebirth... Amitabha, I connected the wires of the signal device... Great, I'm really great...Good tail, good tail...Temporary The interface is ugly, but you must not mind..."

Zhu Rong, who was slashed on the field, touched Asura, no matter how fierce Asura's cannon and knife were, it did not let go. The green garbled characters gradually covered the surface of Asura, and it repeated its old tricks, trying to infiltrate the virus into Xie Zhenshu's virtual body, and then infect Xie Zhenshu's interface.

"Where is it?" Zhu Rong grasped tighter and tighter, nailing his fingers into Asura's shoulder like steel nails, its empty neck was already covered with green, and these garbled characters swarmed out like ants, "I want...I I want to merge!"

The garbled characters almost covered Asura's three evil faces. They were like corrosive agents, causing the black fragments to fall off continuously.

The hermit said, "It's disgusting!"

Su Heting said: "Call the officer!"

The hermit let out an "ah" and said in surprise, "Now? Will it interfere with his fight? It's too dangerous!"

Su Heting didn't answer, because his eyes fell into darkness, and his ears became silent. Boom, boom... During these few seconds, he could only hear his own heartbeat clearly, but he was not in a panic, a long-lost feeling was coming up.

The hermit told him that he didn't respond, and was frightened half to death. He leaned out from under him and shouted, "Cat? Cat! Ah, ah! Doctor, he didn't respond!"

The doctor stretched out his two robotic arms, making a gesture of wiping sweat, and panicked: "Amitabha, Amitabha, I, I don't know..."

Asura on the field was already on the verge of being eroded, and the cold snake spun silk and spun towards Xie Zhenshu. Xie Zhenshu's ghost face and his motionless knives formed a strange coldness. The fire had already touched his cuff, but he raised his hand to cover his little bell, as if this was the only thing that was the most precious. Zhu Rong even touched it. Neither are the qualifications.

The hermit couldn't care less about hesitating, and shook the book of Xie Pillow: "Brother Xie!"

The fire burned more and more intensely, completely annexing Xie Zhenshu and Asura. But when Zhu Rong leaned forward again, the Xie Pillow Book was gone, and his hand was empty, and he shouted, "Don't run away!"

"Ding!"

The red gale swirled in place, and the moment the two figures intersected, they seemed to have touched their fists. In the blazing fire, the ghost-faced helmet turned into a pair of slightly bright different pupils. Zhu Rong seemed to be in a panic, but he couldn't call out Su Heting's name immediately.

The avatar's intact tail swayed behind him, Su Heting's expression gradually became excited, he felt the joy of freely controlling his body, and the sudden jumping stimulation signal made him even more dangerous. He took a step back, and the letter "X" in the transformed eyes was spinning.

"Zhu Rong," the cat spread its fists and gestured with a finger, reminding in a bad voice, "it's time for a game change."

boom-!

The fireball hits every shot, and has never missed a shot in this arena.

Chapter end