"You, what are you going to do?" Northon's actions, Buckru saw palpitations in his eyes.

"Do what?" Neuson sneered, "Don't you laugh at me for being a waste of the White Spear Spirit?" ”

He squatted down, pressed his right hand on Buckru's exploding chest, and said lightly, "Today, I will let you have no taste of spear spirit!" ”

"Nope! Not ......"

Northon's press, Buckru died in pain, and the other party's words made him even more frightened, he cared about that fair and flawless face, but compared to the spear spirit, the face was almost worthless.

The old man shuddered when he heard this, although he was nearby when Northon devoured the demon spirit, he was some distance away. I also had to be distracted to deal with Robin and the others, and I didn't see how he operated.

Northon closed his eyes slightly, the strength of his hands growing from light to heavy, and the hiss of Buckru's killing of pigs echoed in his ears.

In his inner look, he saw the spear spirit of the blue seven stars of Buckru, a beautiful hand cannon. There is not much firepower left in it, and if you want to have a duel between the two, it will also be a great drain on it.

He pinched the flesh of Buckru's valgus hard, and only raised his right hand until the other man could stop moaning.

With a last mournful scream, Buckru watched as his spear spirit was stripped from his body by Northam. He was dying, using all his strength, raising his hand to grab the spear spirit within reach, his eyes were full of reluctance, unwillingness and resentment.

"It was a man who killed me with dignity! Otherwise, when I heal my wounds, I will definitely return it to you a hundredfold and a thousandfold! "Physically and psychologically, Buckru was in a lot of pain, and he wished that Northen would shoot him.

"I'll be upright with gentlemen, but you despicable villain," Northon said halfway, brushing the blue ball in his hand and standing up, "Goodbye Buckru, no, goodbye!" "Kicked him into the pit.

Like a broken anchor sinking into the sea, Buckru rolled to the bottom of the pit, looking at Northon who was high above, his thoughts were disillusioned, and the coldness spread from his chest to his whole body, his hands and feet became disobedient, and his vision changed from clear to blurred and dark.

"Young man, your methods are too vicious!" The old man was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Northen shook his head and smiled, pointing at Buckru: "Compared to what he did, I call it mercy." ”

He picked up the old man who had been lying on the ground, probed his injuries, and said, "It seems that we have to return to the worm." ”

In the middle of the moon, the stars shine like rays, and the breeze blows through the woods outside the scorched earth circle.

Defeating Buckru, Northon's mood improved, but the road to revenge has a long way to go, and Leah is still in the clutches of the enemy, he does not dare to slack off for a moment, carrying the old man into the worm's body, then he sat down and held the dark blue ball in the palm of his hand, a small hand cannon hung in it, and the energy scattered and escaped.

"I've only heard of magic cores, but I don't want the legendary gun cores to really exist." The old man stared at it, amazed, and when he saw Northon press it into his chest, he was surprised again, "Young man, you have surprised me one after another. ”

Northon ignored him, he was in pain to the bone marrow, his teeth were about to crunch, and he couldn't hear the outside world at all.

With the experience of the first two times, he was prepared for the coming pain, but this time the devouring was beyond his expectations.

The hand cannon inside the ball, which was as small as a mosquito and fly, did not disperse as a ribbon of energy to escape as before, but gathered together and swelled suddenly, breaking through the ball's wraps in the blink of an eye, but the expansion continued until it regained its original size under its inner vision.

Together with Northson's white spear spirit, one white and one blue, it occupies almost one-third of the inner viewing space.

As soon as the ball entered the body, the white spear spirit stopped spinning, and hummed in a low voice, as if sensing the invasion of a foreign object, no matter how Ren Nuosen drove it, he no longer responded. After the blue spear spirit expanded and stopped, the two slowly flew towards each other as if they were magnetic.

Rumble......

The two collided, and they didn't move fast, but the collision made the inner space shake, and the debris of the spear spirit from the impact was scattered everywhere.

One second it was calm, the next moment it was upside down.

Nuosen only felt that a nuclear bomb had been ignited in his body, and all organs and muscles and bones were turned into ashes under this "violent" impact.

The impact made his blood boil all over his body, gushing out and soaking his clothes with sweat, and he felt like he was in hot lava, every inch of his skin was burning from the fire.

The two spears did not bounce off each other due to collision, but were like armies meeting on a narrow road, staggered and squeezed together, strangled together, so that Nuosen's chest seemed to have thousands of hyenas gnawing wildly, and he wanted to end his life several times in pain.

In the long-lasting tug-of-war, Nuosen was surprised to find that the two sides seemed to be fighting for control of their bodies, both wanting to put the other party to death, and the blue spear spirit was of better quality, and it seemed to be better in the battle.

At first, he was still excited about the instant rise of the spear's psychic energy to the blue seven stars, but the former gradually gained the upper hand, and when he saw that he was about to defeat the latter, he clearly saw the hideous and ghostly smile of Buckru on the smooth and mirror-like appearance of the hand cannon, and the demeanor of Buckru sissy kept coming to his mind.

It dawned on Norsen that once the Blue Spear Spirit wins, it will dominate his mind.

Become Buckru! No! Never......

He roared in his heart, and opened his mouth, but let out a string of barcow-like sharp and feminine laughs.

He was terrified, his hands scratching at his chest, trying to prevent it from winning the final victory, laughing and babbling at one time.

The old man beside him was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to help him, he was sweating profusely, shaking his shoulders and calling urgently: "Young man, young man......"

At the moment when the white spear spirit was about to be destroyed, Nuo Sen could no longer sit still, endured the pain and exerted all his strength, suddenly jumped into the air, and pulled his right hand out of his chest fiercely, and then his terrible howl was heard, and the blue spear spirit was finally mixed in the black blood and was torn out of the body.

Bang!

He fell hard, slumped to the ground like a deflated ball, gasping for air, and coughing up the blood in his nose with a "wow-wow".

"Old woman, is this what you call backlash?"

Carefully inspecting the white spear spirit, although he suffered heavy losses, some firepower was also taken away, and the gunsmith level was reduced to level 6, but fortunately, he was relieved that he did not receive a fatal blow.

His body was still in severe pain, but Northon was exhausted, clinging to the ground, and even a finger felt extremely difficult, and he didn't care about the wound that was still bleeding, so he fell asleep groggy.

I don't know how long he slept, but he slowly opened his eyes.

There was a dull pain in his chest, and the bright sunlight shone on his face through the shriveled worm shell, as if it had a healing effect, soothing the pain, and he tried to sit up.

"Wake up!" The old man held his arm and helped him sit up straight, "Good boy, you have slept for five days and five nights. ”