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    The guards at the foot of the mountain were in chaos, and Murakami was even more furious. A group of people were preparing to go up the mountain to chase and intercept. Fan Jian flew over like a swallow, and Nine Yang's true energy penetrated the tree trunk, making it as hard as iron.  He waved the tree pole and slapped the guards in a round, only to hear a series of "porphy porphy" sounds, and the heads of several guards were smashed by him.  This is not the strength of ordinary people. Fan Jian has now upgraded his energy to level 3. His physique and strength are far beyond the level of human beings. With the strengthening of his internal strength, every stick can break rocks, not to mention a mere body of blood?  "Bang, bang, bang" Many guards fired, but Fan Jian shuttled through the crowd like a snake. There were many ready-made human shields, and it was impossible for bullets to hit him.  In an instant, Fan Jian had smashed the heads of dozens of people, but most of the people he killed were just ordinary brainwashed humans.  Murakami's body exploded again, revealing his strong and ferocious true body. He spread his wings like a roc and knocked away the others blocking him like the wind, crashing into Fan Jian like a train.  Fan Jian hit Murakami's toothy face with a stick, but Murakami swung his arm and directly collided with the tip of the stick.  With a "pop" sound, the tree trunk strengthened by Fan Jian's internal force was suddenly broken by Murakami.  Fan Jian used his strength to jump back, casually twisting the head of the guard holding a sharp dagger behind him, grabbing the dagger, performing basic martial arts, and shuttled back and forth among the crowd.  Wherever he passed by, there would always be a crack in the guard's throat, and blood would splash out, forming a rain of blood.  "All tribesmen, abandon the ugly human skin and kill this man with all your strength." Murakami became angry and shouted loudly. At least half of the guards around him were like Murakami, with their skin exploding, revealing their strong body and ferocious terror.  face.  "Interesting!" Fan Jian held a short knife and continued to practice basic martial arts, performing one move after another.  Although these monsters in front of him are powerful, they are at best the level of yellow-eyed zombies in "World War Z". For Fan Jian today, they are simply a piece of cake.  He deliberately fights with only martial arts physique and basic martial arts, just like a performance, every move is very beautiful, but between moves, there will always be a monster whose throat is cut by his short knife.  Murakami was so angry that he chased Fan Jian angrily. However, Fan Jian used Qinggong to shuttle among the monsters and deliberately avoided Murakami, causing him to fly into a rage.  The more Fan Jian kills, the happier he becomes. Some of the creatures in front of him are brainwashed humans, and some are monsters wearing human skins, but they are all like playthings in his hands.  His short knife cut the throats of these people just right, feeling the hot blood splashing out, and smelling the strong smell of blood, it was like arousing the desire hidden in his heart, giving him infinite pleasure.  "Why do I feel like this?" Fan Jian, who had been spattered with blood like a bloody man, asked himself while fighting.  But he didn't care, thinking that the violence revealed after raising the energy level could not be completely suppressed, so he continued to fight, continued to enjoy the excitement of fighting, and at the same time experienced the use of basic martial arts and internal strength.  ¡°Unknowingly, hundreds of lives have died in Fan Jian¡¯s hands, of course, most of them were brainwashed humans.  The dead monsters only account for a small part.  The more Fan Jian kills, the more excited he becomes. At the same time, the active predatory genes in his body are ready to move.  Now he has 4 types of genes in his body, namely his own genes, martial arts constitution genes, cell activation genes and mutation genes.  However, during the battle, he seemed to feel that there was an unknown gene in his body. This gene was completely outside his control, but it really existed.  Affected by this unknown gene, Fan Jian completely entered a state of selflessness and tirelessly killed monsters.  Under the dominance of this unknown gene, Jiuyang's true energy was flowing smoothly. He actually broke through the entrance in one fell swoop without realizing it, and successfully broke through to the second level of Jiuyang's magical power.  "Huh? A breakthrough in the Nine Yang Magic Technique?" Fan Jian was shocked. At the same time, he woke up from the selfless state of killing. He touched the ground with his feet, jumped more than 20 meters, and landed lightly on a nearby big tree.  The unknown gene in Fan Jian¡¯s body had disappeared without a trace the moment Fan Jian woke up. No matter how Fan Jian searched, he could not find any trace of the unknown gene¡¯s existence.  Fan Jian was stunned, but now there were corpses all around him.  The human corpses and the monster corpses were close together, forming a road made of flesh and blood.  Out of over a thousand enemies, more than 2/3 were dead.  "Boy, who are you?" Murakami was furious. He kept chasing Fan Jian, but Fan Jian always avoided him. He could only watch his subordinates fall into a pool of blood one by one.  "Murakami, don't worry, it's not your turn yet." Fan Jian said with a smile. Although he was very curious about the unknown gene that came out of his body during the battle, but now it has disappeared without a trace, he justPay no attention to it anymore.  After the battle just now, Jiuyang Divine Art was promoted to the second level for no reason, which really surprised him.  However, the abundant Nine Yang Qi now filled his meridians, giving him a refreshing feeling. It was like a sun rising in his Dantian, which was extremely comfortable and made him crazy with joy.  The internal strength has been doubled.  "Damn boy!" Murakami rushed over angrily and punched the big tree where Fan Jian was standing, breaking the tree trunk thicker than an adult's waist.  Fan Jian used Qinggong, tapped the branches, and landed lightly on the ground. He stretched out his short knife and pierced the throats of several monsters.  He only felt that his luck was smooth due to his martial arts physique, and his internal strength and martial arts moves worked perfectly together, as if he had been immersed in martial arts for several years.  Fan Jian had never felt this feeling before.  All of this started when I felt the emergence of that unknown gene.  Fan Jian's joy completely covered up the curiosity in his heart. He thought that he had improved his level because he had been "sparring" with monsters, or that this was the effect of the Nine Yang Divine Art's breakthrough to the second level, because he didn't care.  Murakami was furious. He felt that he had an overwhelming advantage in strength, but Fan Jian always avoided him, leaving him with nothing to do.  He was about to continue chasing Fan Jian when suddenly, the sound of a helicopter "cutting" came from the distance, attracting everyone's attention.  I saw two Airbus helicopters approaching from a distance, with bright lights flashing back and forth. Suddenly, the helicopter door opened and two long cannons emerged.  "Aviation machine gun? That's terrible." Fan Jian was shocked.  Aviation cannon is a standard medium-sized weapon for fighter jets. The caliber of the cannon is 23mm or 30mm. It is equipped with armor-piercing bullets. Thousands of bullets are fired per minute, which is enough to shoot the human body into minced meat. Even steel plates can be shot into honeycombs.  Even Fan Jian's "steel body" cannot continue to withstand the continuous firing of aviation machine guns.  "Bang, bang, bang" Bullets swept towards the ground like rain, and a "doo, doo, doo," sound sounded from the ground, and a row of dust mist emerged at the same time.  Bullets are indestructible. Even if the monster hides behind a tree trunk, the tree trunk and the monster's body will be penetrated by the bullet.  Fan Jian did not dare to stay, so he immediately used Qinggong and sneaked into a building near the building to avoid being accidentally injured by bullets. Murakami actually followed closely and caught up with Fan Jian.  Fan Jian turned his head, stared at Murakami, looked at the furious Murakami, and said with a smile: "Why do you always follow me? Your men are being trampled outside, and you just watch them being shot one by one?  "Damn you boy, you and Li Xue have planned this for a long time. I will not let you go, even if you take your life," Murakami grinned, baring his pointed teeth and almost growled.  The muscles on his body are more solid, his strength is ready to come out, and he has great strength.  "Premeditated? I'm sorry, I don't know the people on the helicopter. I just met you by chance." Fan Jian's smile gradually disappeared. At the same time, the muscles and bones all over his body were constantly deforming and adjusting. The outline of his muscles was bulging, as if he was wearing steel.  Like armor.  Fan Jian entered the "Steel Body" state and properly formed each part of his body to become the most suitable body for hand-to-hand combat.  In an instant, a powerful momentum threatened Murakami, causing him to instinctively take two steps back.  "You who are you? Since we just met by chance, why" Murakami was timid. What he could never figure out was that Fan Jian, who had been avoiding him, actually had such strong strength.  When did he provoke the strong man in front of him?  "I just met you by chance, but you are the enemy of my companion. I promised that your life will be left to Li Xue!" There was a loud "boom" on the ground, and Fan Jian supported the ground and stepped on it.  It broke into pieces and rushed towards Murakami like an arrow.  He went all out, no matter the strength or speed, his strength was not comparable to that of Murakami
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