The clothes hit by the bullets raised backwards, and the holes created by the bullets were one after another. The sunlight was so bright that it was so bright that it was creepy.

"hiss!!"

The policeman who fired the gun took a breath, his hair exploded, and he was extremely nervous.

There is no such thing. Dozens of guns in the body should be bleeding like a hornet's nest.

The clothes raised with the inverted triangle rushed forward like a spider web, and the sounding clothes directly covered the female policewoman who was closest to him.

The whole face and upper body were covered.

"Ahhhhh!" The policewoman's vision was blocked instantly, and the darkness was terrified, causing panic in her heart. She shot in fear and shot in all directions.

"Bang bang!!"

The bullet hit the car and made sparks splashing, and the front window glass of the two cars was shot out of spider web cracks.

The crew inside had already seen the opportunity and lay down and hid.

Fortunately, there were limited bullets in the magazine, otherwise there would be an absolute massacre on the bridge deck.

"You, you called the wrong person."

But even so, an unlucky policeman slowly fell down while covering his shoulder. By chance, the bullet hit the shoulder while he was dodging. If he stood still, there would be nothing wrong.

"No, sorry."

After panic, the policewoman finally reacted and grabbed the clothes with one hand and pulled them down.

This was just a sudden rush of a piece of clothing, but under the high mental tension, it seemed to have become a devil.

But he is really a devil. There is no empty piece of clothing that can walk on land, and there is no invisible person wearing it.

When she saw seriously that she was not only holding her clothes, but also her semi-rotten skin. The two things mixed together made her feel a sense of evil that a demon whispered.

The invisible silk thread blends the skin of the clothes box together, forming a human ghost who seems to be walking normally.

"There are still people in the car!"

The policeman approaching still raised his pistol. Before he could shoot, a afterimage flashed through the car.

It's a knife.

It's armor.

The knife drawn from the man with armor suddenly lifted it forward without even a single slash.

Step, draw your sword, move forward, advance, and lift up and slash!

The white moonlight comes from the earth to the sky!

"Sharp!"

The gun in the policeman's hand was like paper, and it was broken and cut into two pieces directly from the middle.

Half of them fell to the ground weakly and made a banging sound.

An evil ghost flew out of the car and cut off the pistol with one knife. The Prajna mask was shocking.

"Shoot!"

The police captain decisively threw away the remaining pistol and retreated.

"Bang bang!"

The penetration performance of the pistol bullet is not good, but the armor worn by Shilong Dado is actually just the simple wooden armor made by Mizuno, both of which are half a pound.

The flying wood chips are empty again after the empty shells, and there is still no body in the armor!

Even if they lack supernatural processing experience, the police in this team knew that they were in big trouble with others.

The nightmare of their island countries traveling together also appeared in their South Early Sheep.

Nan Zaoyang has not had such a criminal until now. Yu Fankun, who is the "fly murder case", is not worth mentioning compared to the ghost in front of him.

He pulled out his two swords, and the evil ghost danced like a butterfly, and was as sharp as if he had formed a huge sword-light ball with himself as the center. Within the range of the ball, it was the absolute area it covered.

The banging bullet seemed to hit his body, or it seemed to hit his blade, but it didn't matter. For Shilong Dadou, this puppet body was just his tool.

'one.'

The blade stretched forward three points!

'two.'

A flash of sword light!

‘Three.’

Two steps back!

‘Four.’

A sword light up and down!

Sharpen the standard pistols into broken parts.

Shilong Dadou silently recited the numbers in his heart, but in just a few seconds all the police were disarmed.

"No, it's impossible."

Except for the police who were unlucky and were shot wounded, none of the other police were injured (harmonious), but without weapons, they were no different from ordinary people. The uniforms that had deterrent power on their bodies had no effect before the supernatural.

The sword is the extension of the soul of the Stone Dragon Fight. Every inch and every minute is controlled by the heart. There is no one he can't kill, only don't want to.

With the human body that was once extraordinary, even if it was a saint, it was impossible to make an attack frequency of more than ten swords in a second.

The sword technique just now has nothing to do with strength or skill, but rather the realm of gods that cannot be touched by human flesh.

But with the help of the puppet technique and the unexplained special power in his soul, he easily accomplished something he never dared to think about before.

It seems that it's good to become like this.

Shilong Dou does not have the sword skills granted by Mizuno, but when he already has chakra, his sword skills can be created by himself.

After all, many of the secret techniques in Naruto are not natural, they are all created by later generations, not to mention swordsmanship. If fire escape, thunder escape still needs to be in line with the ninja's own attributes. As long as you are willing to work hard on swordsmanship, everyone can practice it. The difference is only the level of talent determines the final upper limit.

The stone dragon battle in the soul state can also reach the second level of systematic evaluation!

Like a flying knife dancing in the air, the man with armor put away his swords the moment he landed on the ground, his body stood upright, and the armor on his body clattered, and several policemen were already standing foolishly.

What happened just now?

Dancing in a strong wind?

The man with a double-carved sword stood there, and the murderous aura surged into the sky. Just now, as long as he thought, he could take away his lives in an instant.

"Request support, request support!"

"What kind of information do you have? The other party is not a human at all!"

"That's not a power that humans can control."

The police behind opened their eyes widened and kept asking for help from the communicator, as if this could suddenly open a portal around them, and the security department's troops could appear in groups.

Seeing the ghost armor approaching quickly, he immediately lay down to dodge, stepped forward and got into the car and lowered.

Shilong Dadou was in no mood to pay attention to this guy in blue uniform.

He stepped on the roof of the car on the bridge with his legs, and rushed forward dozens of meters while he was turning.

Whether it is a rotten car or a luxury car, the owner who was trampled did not dare to say a word of complaint. The insurance company will compensate the losses he suffered, unless the insurance company shamelessly said that it is in a state of war now.

Standing on the top of a truck, Shilong Dakan stared at the city. Night was about to fall, and black beasts would rule the entire city.

When touching the car, Shilong Da Dou seemed to awaken the instinct in his soul. Without too much experiment, he learned how to operate the car as soon as he started. However, all roads are currently crowded, and it is a dream to drive and escape.

Is it only possible to use this body to escape slowly? Or abandon the body and directly use the soul form that ignores physical attacks.

However, Shilong Dadou doesn't want to abandon this body yet. For now, this body that is suspected to be made by the Demon King is still very good.

Jumping down from the bridge, Shilong Da Dou stepped straight on the body of the previous person.

Negative negative can lead to positive results, but death cannot lead to life.
Chapter completed!