Chapter 349 Different Levels of Slaughter, This Is Not a Dream Training, but a Real Killing!

The Blood Hunters took action.

They are the real elites.

Each of them has experienced the trials of blood and fire.

It's just that... the Blood Hunters have become traitors and enemies at this time.

"Shh."

"The monster is over there."

"Build a firepower network, 360-degree attack without blind spots."

A Blood Hunter captain put his finger to his mouth to make a silent gesture.

The monster of unknown strength is hunting ordinary civilians. It is best to take advantage of the opponent's inattention and win by surprise.

3,2,1.

The captain made a gesture and made an attacking motion.

Several team members around him held modified heavy weapons in their hands, and the armor-piercing shells burst out long flames, and the fire from the muzzle illuminated the entire corridor.

The bullets tore the flesh and blood.

Those armor-piercing shells can even penetrate tanks. At this time, they hit the bodies of civilians and immediately tore them to pieces, and their flesh and blood bodies were constantly blown into meat.

"Now!!"

Under the 360-degree attack without blind spots, a powerful mutant appeared.

The blue lightning leaped between his hands, gathering together to form a dazzling ball of light that sizzled.

"Thunder Explosion!!"

The ball of light flew out of his hands and formed a ball of lightning, just like the name of this move, it turned into a thunder bomb.

Boom boom boom boom! !

The thunder rolled, and the entire corridor was illuminated by the light produced by the lightning. The huge shadow of the monster could be vaguely seen.

Hit! !

The monster was hit by this move and there was no way to escape.

Even a monster of the Purple Illusion Crystal level would lose a layer of skin.

However... these traitorous blood hunters did not understand what they were facing at all.

[Killing Blade]

Level: Blood Bodhi.

Stage: Complete.

It was the first prisoner of the Black Prison. It already had the ability of the Blood Bodhi level. After being transformed by the Infinite Black Prison, it became an even more terrifying monster.

Between the flashes of lightning, the huge shadow of the monster was not affected at all.

Look at the armor-piercing bombs around.

Those special bullets that could penetrate tanks were actually cut in half. The extremely sharp blade split the bullets in half, accurately resisting all attacks.

None of those bullets could hit the monster, and all of them bounced onto the surrounding civilians.

What?

This demon shadow that looked as smooth as a cheetah stood there unscathed, exuding an even colder and more terrifying aura.

"Something's wrong."

"It... is not something we can deal with!!"

The captain of the blood hunter realized the enemy's strength, but it was too late.

The huge black demon shadow flashed.

The monster at the end of the corridor disappeared, and at this time a cold touch appeared on the neck.

Blood.

Blood actually seeped out of the neck.

"Impossible!!"

"When... how could it be so fast..."

The captain touched the fine cuts on his neck, and he could still speak. It was hard to imagine how fast this attack was.

Turning his head.

The huge demon shadow had appeared behind him.

This is not the ability of teleportation, but the speed of the Killing Blade is too fast. The moment when the necks of the people were cut off, the naked eye could not catch it at all, which gave an illusion of teleportation.

The head fell off.

When the Blood Hunter team leader turned his head, his whole head fell off.

So that's it...

My head has been cut off...

The team leader had a glimmer of understanding and knew why he died. His neck had been cut off by a knife, and the inertia of turning his head made the whole head fall to the ground like a watermelon.

Not only the team leader.

The heads of other Blood Hunters around were also chopped off.

The scimitar on the Killing Blade's arm flashed with a sharp cold light, and it has not been stained with a trace of blood until now. Its terrifying degree is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The gap is too big.

The Blood Hunter is already powerful enough... But for the prisoners of the Black Prison, it is like an ant that can be trampled to death at any time.

On the other side.

The mist is pervasive.

The whole floor is shrouded in white mist.

Long Er's ability is similar to Ying Shuang's, but he is good at using it for assassination.

"This fog!!"

"Instructor Long!!"

"Instructor Long is here, it's over..."

A team of blood hunters was trapped on a certain floor, and the fog blocked their way, wrapping everyone up like a ghost wall.

"Don't panic!"

"We have experienced this many times."

"During the special training, Instructor Long also used the same method to deal with us."

"If we are lucky, we can still win!!"

The strong man in the blood hunter lowered his voice to comfort everyone. Similar scenes have been seen too many times.

Special training.

During the training, Instructor Long hunted the team members again and again.

They grew up in death, and occasionally they could resist Instructor Long's attacks, and even turn defeat into victory in dreams.

But... dreams are dreams after all.

There is no chance of resurrection this time.

Puff.

As he was talking, blood spurted out.

A team member was stabbed in the back. Someone came up behind him silently and stabbed his back and his beating heart at the same time.

When?

Instructor Long Er, when did he come to our side? ?

"Keep the formation!!"

"We must keep the formation."

"Instructor Long is best at assassination, don't give him any chance."

The strong man in the blood hunt scolded his companions around him, but no one responded to him.

What?

What happened?

Where are the companions? ?

The man widened his eyes and looked around the fog. The team members fell one after another.

They might have been cut by the neck, or stabbed in the heart, and died cleanly and without any drag.

"Only... am I left..."

The man felt an inexplicable fear.

This unknown feeling of waiting for death made him like an ant on a hot pot, with extreme despair and torment in his heart.

All dead.

Just now they were discussing tactics.

Just now they were encouraging and comforting each other.

In the blink of an eye, no one said anything, and all of them were cut by the neck.

The calm mentality collapsed.

The man curled up in the corner, the weapon in his hand kept shaking, and the despair at this moment was ten thousand times more real than during training.

"Failure."

The voice of Instructor Long Er seemed to ring from his ears.

Failure.

The loser who performed the worst in the special training would leave such an evaluation.

"No!"

"I won't die!!"

The man held the weapon in his hand and began to swing at the surrounding fog in a panic, completely losing his mind.

Suddenly.

A figure flashed.

A big hand held the palm, and then stabbed hard in the direction of the neck.

Blood dripping.

The collapsed blood hunter actually held his weapon and pierced his throat...

Too bad.

After leaving the dream, the real on-the-spot combat reaction of this blood hunter was really too bad.

Long Er shook his head.

His eyes became sharper, and the white fog continued to float, and began to look for the next batch of targets.

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