Chapter 242: Initial Confrontation: The Golden Silkworms are unsheathed (please subscribe! Please support me by asking for some monthly tickets~!)

Now, those who can describe the mood of those terrorists may be similar to drinking a glass of bitter gallbladder. Anyway, the look they looked at Zhang Jun was a look of shock and fear.

"It seems that your life is really hard!" Zhang Jun looked at the people in front of him and felt a look of surprise. The reason was that the people in front of him were not killed by Zhang Jun's surprise attack at the first time. They were all shot up and down, and the soles of their heads and feet burst out countless sharp sharp blades, which immediately injured several people, and even nearly half of them were penetrated through their bodies by sharp steel spikes.

"You are also a warrior of God!" The muscular man was inserted across the thigh, chest, arms and abdomen by three steel thorns nearly the thickness of the baby's arms. But at this time, he was surprised to speak.

"You were the ones who attacked us..." The Middle Eastern terrorist who was originally in the cabin was stabbed into his chest and lungs by a huge steel thorn. Blood accompanied him in his speech, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.

"It's so interesting." The only priest who was not injured had countless papers floating around him. The Bible in his hand seemed to be a papermaking workshop, and white pages were constantly emerging. On these pages, ancient words appeared, like seal characters, and they were engraved on the paper like various cuneiform characters, emitting a slight light, twisting all the steel spikes shot at him around him, which made an extremely strange trajectory, all of which were staggered along his body.

"I didn't expect that there was a reincarnation warrior like you on the plane we hijacked, and he was a powerful warrior. Please accept my respect." The Asian man with a priest looked like a priest found a small gap in the gap between the steel cone spikes that ran across the surroundings and slowly lowered his head.

"Cao, kill him soon...he..." The big bearded Middle Eastern man among the four was penetrated by sharp steel thorns with huge roots through the vital points. Blood slowly flowed down the steel thorns, and disappeared with his last trace of words.

"You are still a little capable, but I didn't expect you to be dead yet. However, this is worthy of letting me take action. Let's say, what do you want to do?" Zhang Jun sneered slightly, and after he finished speaking, he immediately raised his sword and fell. An illusory sword aura appeared from the void. Then he saw a blood arrow cracking from the neck of the bearded man who had only a little breath, and then his life was completely in silence.

"Say, what exactly should I do? Otherwise, you can only be like him." Zhang Jun threatened, but the two Middle East men in front of him laughed. Even if they were bleeding profusely, they seemed to be about to die, but they didn't mind at all.

"Allah will punish you, you pagan! Uh..." After the words came, a sword energy had already sealed his throat. Zhang Jun turned to the priest again, with a hint of coldness and determination.

"Oh! It seems that we still kicked the iron plate. I don't want to die! What should I do?" The priest showed a look of fear and thought, but the eyes in his eyes did not change at all, as dead as before.

The Asian man in black priest costume looked at Zhang Jun still pointing at his finger, and had to say, "Okay! It seems that there is nothing I can do if I don't say it."

"What? The charlatan...you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jun had already pointed at the only remaining man named scimitar. Although he was hit by the steel stab, he did not die immediately. Instead, his body did not seem to have changed much and his voice was full of energy.

With a pointing point, he could no longer speak, so he could only glar at Zhang Jun and the charlatan. The priest smiled slightly, "Our main purpose this time is to obtain all the culprits that have caused in this Resident Evil world, T virus, so that it can threaten the US government and the real government. Then, you know, these international terrorists can retaliate against society and the United States well, and make the whole world tremble under their terrorist actions. What an interesting thing."

"Oh? So that's it!" Zhang Jun felt that these terrorists were completely idle and had this idea. In this world, although terrorists existed, Zhang Jun did not expect that he would be so lucky and happened to encounter a hijacking incident.

"Oh? You're telling me your purpose now, aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?" After Zhang Jun said that, a sword energy emerged from his fingers again. This person was the only person who could be unscathed under his own sneak attack. Zhang Jun was naturally more alert to him, so the sword energy immediately came out, wanting to control the other party first and make the other party lose the power of resistance.

But in response to Zhang Jun, he smiled slightly and countless white papers that had already fallen on the ground. The papers with various runes were immediately floating out as if they were blown up by a strong wind, covering the sky and the earth, flying in the narrow cab that had been blocked by countless steel pillars, completely covering Zhang Jun's gaze.

"I knew you didn't give up!" Ten fingers came out, and the sword energy suddenly burst into pieces, as if countless sharp blades appeared from the air, completely piercing the paper in front of me that was covered by Zhang Jun's vision. The paper penetrated by the sword energy suddenly ignited flames and turned into ashes and disappeared.

In an instant, the paper in front of Zhang Jun was cleared, and his palm turned into a knife light, separating everything, blocking the countless crisscrossing steel bars and iron pillars in front of Zhang Jun were cut by the knife light like rotten wood tofu, and immediately cut on the priest and the only surviving scimitar, passing through the body, and undoubtedly cut the two of them into half in half.

Hum! Zhang Jun immediately felt his heart. When the light of the knife in his hand slashed the other party, the feeling in his hand made Zhang Jun's heart sank slightly. The reason was that there was no trace of flesh and blood texture that was transmitted into Zhang Jun's feeling. Instead, it was like he had cut a piece of paper, feeling a false touch that was thin and destructive.

A rustling sound, accompanied by countless bursts of paper, the two people cut in half in front of Zhang Jun suddenly turned into a pile of dummies made of paper, and paper with various magic patterns sprinkled out one after another.

"The golden cicada escapes the shell!" Zhang Jun suddenly burst out with twelve percent of his skill. The sword energy broke out from Zhang Jun's body, and the sword energy with three points of the innate pointless sword shadow swept across the world in an instant. Except for the two drivers and the direction where the driver's seat instruments were located, the sword energy swept away.

But next, before Zhang Jun's sword energy could make any achievements, the other party made a move that surprised Zhang Jun. There was a bang, and then a violent gust and a huge suction force almost made Zhang Jun unable to stand, so he was directly sucked away. He quickly moved a thousand-pound drop to stabilize his center of gravity, and his instinctive transport capacity was firmly sucked on the ground.

"Thank you, although I really want to continue talking to you, I don't want to face such a powerful soldier, because I have to witness many interesting things, and it cannot be solved by you! Let's... goodbye~" A long shout, accompanied by the sound of the whistle, Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes and found that the other party had directly broken the windshield of the entire cab. This was simply a way to die and die.

At the high speed of the plane, breaking the windshield, under the air pressure gap between the inside and outside, a huge airflow is likely to appear. Even a watch or a piece of glass will become a weapon that is no more powerful than bullets and shells. The opponent not only rushes down and escapes at the risk of falling into meat sauce, which can be said to be a life-and-death situation. But now Zhang Jun is facing another situation. The dummy cut by Zhang Jun himself turns into countless paper blades at this time. Under this violent airflow and the Meng Yuan power left on the paper, it turns into a storm of sharp blades, rotating and cutting around.

Just as Zhang Jun was blocked like this, blood was already splattering around him, and countless electric sparks were shot out. The scattered paper not only killed the two pilots of the plane, but also inserted them into the various instrument panels on the wheel in front of him, and countless electric sparks emerged.

Damn! Zhang Jun reached out from the air, and the paper page that was whirling sharply and whistling was firmly grasped by Zhang Jun. The talisman on it was not written in ordinary pens and ink, but a sloppy blood-colored symbol appeared on it. It was obvious that the owner of this paper seemed to draw the talisman with blood in order to issue this strongest blow in a short time, and a huge force burst out in a short time.

"Damn it!" Zhang Jun clasped his hands together, then suddenly slapped the ground. The scattered glass slag and the metal on the ground twisted under the formation to fill the gap in the windshield.

After being filled, the wind stopped suddenly and the cockpit calmed again. However, Zhang Jun's face was gloomy and terrible. He did not expect that the Asian man, like a priest, would be so resolute that he would directly break the windshield of the plane, causing the tempered glass in front of him to completely break. He had already made such a loss-making move, but Zhang Jun was also in trouble.

After the plane lost control, it immediately began to tilt, causing Zhang Jun in the cockpit and other passengers in the cabin to lose their center of gravity and fall everywhere.

"Damn it! I am possessed by the weakest god? I just got rid of the pursuit of Ice Emperor and Emperor Shitian from the dream world, and encountered a hijack when I came out. Grass! I wouldn't accept this mission if I had known it. Now I have to go to it." Zhang Jun cursed, and then he carved a formation on various instrument panels cut into several pieces of paper. It has to be said that alchemy is indeed a very convenient ability. It can be combined and transformed into a material form at will. Fortunately, Zhang Jun once knew about the structure of this aircraft. Of course, most of the knowledge in the Matrix were computers. Speaking of this aircraft, it was only because it needed to drive a helicopter, so he knew a little. Fortunately, most of the aircraft structures have common points, and Zhang Jun could simply repair the damaged instrument panels on this aircraft.

Otherwise, Zhang Jun would have to search for parachutes and jump. As a blue light flashed, the instrument panel in front of him returned to its original state, and the steel barbarian columns crisscrossed around him also retracted into the wall. However, the instrument was restored, but the driver had died tragically under the pages of the book. Several blood-stained papers were deeply inserted into the throats of the two drivers' chests and throats, and their whole body was cut into countless scars by countless sharp blades.

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