If someone without professional training suddenly uses a revolver, will the accuracy be high?
He quickly lifted up the hem of his clothes, tucked the revolver diagonally into the clothes on his waist, and then picked up the long sword on the table and stuck it in his left belt.
After doing this, Wei Zeshu pulled out another long knife from the black K sheath, lifted it with one hand, weighed it to confirm the center of gravity and weight, and nodded with satisfaction after confirming that it was a handy weapon.
He held the long knife, originally designed for two-handed use, in one hand and unceremoniously took all the weapons on the table with him.
But Wei Zeshu did not go to the door in front immediately. Instead, he turned directly to the door leading to the next carriage behind him, searched for it, quickly found the anti-lock switch, and locked it twice without hesitation. this door.
After doing this, he took the long knife and walked towards the door without any inner fluctuations. He stepped on the black sticky blood under his feet.
Although Wei Curcuma's original position was far away from the carriage, how long could a carriage be?
After only walking for a short while, he waded through the bloody water and arrived in front of the carriage door, and gently placed his left hand on the door handle.
There were sparse voices behind him. Wei Zeshu ignored the voices. As if he didn't feel the danger behind the door in front of him, he opened the door expressionlessly.
A dark and slender alien was lying on the ground, knocking on the car door with his hand. Under it was a female corpse.
The neat and delicate shirt of the corpse was soaked with blood, the internal organs were turned out, and the thighs were twisted at a weird angle that humans could not twist out. White bone stubble penetrated from her back chest.
The strangest thing was that her head was gone, leaving only the white spine and throat exposed on the broken neck. The whiteness reminded Wei Curcuma of the drain pipe of an old washing machine.
The thin figure squatting next to the corpse, the bones on the top of its head were similar to those of an old human, but the color was pitch black, and the deeply sunken eye holes contained a pair of small, vicious and bloodthirsty pupils.
Before, it brutally dismembered the girl, and then violently tried to break open the locked door. If you exclude the shock of this monster and the fear of the corpse, this current situation is not difficult to understand.
It didn't seem to think that the door was opened by someone instead of being smashed open by itself. It was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on its appearance like an old man, with slender arms and squatting posture. The long legs that are charging up are about to spread out and rush towards the human in front of him.
Its reaction was not unpleasant, and its movements were weird and counter-intuitive. Normal people must have no time to react after seeing this scene, and would be killed as quickly as the corpse of the girl on the ground, and then turned into its flesh and blood toy.
It's a pity that this moment of standing still is shorter than a breath for ordinary people, but for Wei Curcuma, it is enough for him to make a move.
——He had already held the two-handed long knife high behind his back before opening the door, as if he was carrying the knife on his back.
The moment he opened the door and saw the abnormal appearance of the thin elder, his right hand hanging behind his back grasped the ends of the long handles in both hands.
This will make the grip farther away from the center of gravity, which means it will be more difficult to swing, but the advantage of this is that the force of the chop will be stronger than the swing, making it more powerful like a whip.
Indescribable huge power instantly burst out from the soles of Wei Curcuma's feet, waist, upper arms, forearms, fingers, and every sinew and muscle. It was like running water pouring into the entire blade when it was cut down. It was extremely fast and extremely fast.
It was obviously a two-handed sword, but when he waved it in his hand at that moment, it was like a black air!
"Gah...ah...?"
The long black knife was inserted into the old man's head like firewood, splitting the sparse long hair, splitting the hard skull, splitting flesh and blood, splitting the brain, splitting all the facial bones.
Under the unreasonable force of Wei Curcuma, the knife unreasonably cut deeply into the lower lip of the abnormal skull! It turned out that all the bones and muscles along the way were cut in half.
The abnormality made a weak rattling sound, and it was also filled with confusion. Why didn't this person feel the slightest panic? Why didn't this person hesitate at all? Why is this man's knife so fast?
It didn't need to understand, because it had lost its vitality, and it was just in shock, with the small and malicious eyes on both sides slowly falling to the sides as the head was cut in half.
In an instant, black blood sprayed violently from the chest and the half-remaining mouth. The blood mist quickly stained the car roof with dark black, and the squeaking sound was like a small night breeze.
Wei Curcuma's sword was extremely precise and swift in terms of speed, power, and even the timing of that moment.
His knife was as heavy and fast as an ax thrown out, and it was thrown into the abnormal skull behind the door, completely cutting open the entire head.
But neither the separated head nor the splash of black blood could make his expression change in any way. Wei Curcuma looked as calm as if he had thrown away trash.
Because he knew that this was not over.
After making that astonishing blow, Wei Curshu's right hand quickly let go of the end of the sword hilt, and held the sword hilt at his waist with his backhand. As he twisted his waist, a black cold light exploded like thunder. It suddenly exploded from the black sheath on his waist.
It was the black iron sword that had been placed on the table before, then fastened to his waist, and now he suddenly unsheathed it with his backhand.
This sword is completely black, with only the blade evenly covered with a layer of polished cold light. Only this sword light can reflect brilliance in the darkness.
This sword was like an indestructible iron nail in Wei Zeshu's backhand hand. As he suddenly turned around, it stabbed something in the darkness behind him with great accuracy.
It was a skinny black skull that was exactly the same as the old man's head that had just been split open, but it was smaller, faster, and more like some kind of giant insect than a human being.
It didn't know when it quietly crawled across the carriage, waiting for Wei Curcuma to open the door, so that it could attack together with the anomaly behind the door. Even if the anomaly failed to kill Wei Curcuma in one encounter, it would He can also wait for the opportunity when the two of them start to fight.
But it is a pity that it did not expect Wei Zuoshu's sword to be so fast and his reaction to be so calm, but the last thing it expected was this backhand sword.
The huge force penetrated its head with the backhand sword, slamming its soaring body horizontally onto the top of the train, and then violently penetrated its head and the iron sheet of the carriage.
Black blood sprayed out against the carriage on the other side. The huge force passed through the skull and the iron sheet, shattering the glass of the carriage. Only one hilt of the entire long sword was left outside. The entire sword He went in without his body, and a small sword tip protruded from the outer wall of the carriage.
