Chapter 63 Fighting Back

In the field.

A man and a woman fought endlessly.

Huang Zirui wielded a silver spear, dancing impenetrably. The corpses of monsters piled up like a mountain, including nightmare-level monsters. Although he was injured in many places, his movements were not affected at all.

But Song Shuyi behind him looked pale, and was obviously not strong enough. She was only close to a third-level gene warrior, and she could not handle this situation.

If Huang Zirui had not been there, she would have been rushed by nightmare-level monsters.

There were too many!

One wave after another.

Even if the nightmare-level monsters were not coming towards the two of them, they could not hide in the endless field.

The running monsters were not only numerous, but also extremely powerful.

"Roar!" The ground shook violently in the distance.

A huge beast that was four meters tall rushed towards the two with murderous intent.

Two sharp horns like diamond cones released the power of souls, and the thick black skin was like natural armor.

Medium nightmare monster!

Behind it, there were several monsters of the same appearance, with surging arrogance.

Huang Zirui gritted his teeth, took a step sideways calmly, and blocked the monster group's sprint route with his silver spear like a dragon. Behind him was Song Shuyi who was still fighting hard.

Finally, he met it.

He heard Xiaoqin talk about Wang Ye hunting medium nightmare monsters in the car.

But the prevention mission he and Shuyi performed was relatively simple, and they rarely encountered even elementary nightmare monsters.

"Bang!" A heavy impact.

Even though Huang Zirui had relieved his strength, he still felt that he was hit head-on by the off-road vehicle.

The blood vessels in his right hand holding the gun burst directly, his internal organs churned violently, and his blood and qi surged wildly.

Hehe!

The silver spear turned into arcs, and Huang Zirui supported the ground with one hand, blocking the impact of the nightmare-level bison monster.

As a man, he must...

"Brother Rui, go, I will protect you!" Song Shuyi also found that the scene was not right at this time, and the sword turned into a golden rose light and moved closer to Huang Zirui.

Why are you stealing my lines...

Huang Zirui complained in his heart, but he knew what Song Shuyi meant.

She is indeed not strong in combat, she usually talks a lot, and her cooperation is even worse, but...

She is a good teammate.

"Don't attack it!" Huang Zirui looked closely and saw that Song Shuyi had already rushed up, and her face changed drastically. The silver spear turned into a dragon and stabbed out quickly.

It's just that the brain is not very smart!

Just defend it!

Can't you see that these monsters are not targeting them!

This stupid woman!

"Puff!" Huang Zirui's silver spear shook, and he was hit hard again, and his teeth were bleeding.

Quickly stabilize the body.

Huang Zirui's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was full of fighting spirit.

If I guessed correctly, Wang Ye and Xiaoqin should have rushed here!

Hold on!

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Approaching!

Wang Ye was almost running at full speed.

All the monsters he encountered on the road were killed instantly.

Behind him was Yu Shuiqin, who followed closely, and their actions were in perfect harmony, like a match made in heaven.

He knew very well that Zirui and Shuyi must be in big trouble now.

If it was just Zirui, he would not be too worried.

But with Shuyi...

The consequences are unpredictable.

"In front!"

Wang Ye had seen the fierce battle in front of him from afar, his eyes lit up, and his hand holding the Chiyang sword tightened.

Because he faintly felt that there was a very weak breath of life.

It was Song Shuyi!

Lying in a pool of blood, Song Shuyi seemed to have fainted.

There was a heartbreaking wound on her lower abdomen. At this time, the one who was trying his best to protect her was Huang Zirui, like a god of war at Changbanpo, wearing a blood-stained combat uniform and full of fighting spirit.

A medium-level nightmare monster.

Wang Ye stared at the monster entangled with Huang Zirui.

It was not easy for him to block the nightmare-level buffalo monster, which was good at attacking, with the body of a third-level gene warrior.

It was almost the limit.

The sun was rising!

Wang Ye's knife drew a perfect arc and landed accurately on the back of the nightmare-level buffalo monster.

The light of the red sun war knife II was so fast that it was invisible, directly breaking the tough skin defense of the nightmare-level buffalo monster.

Puff!

Blood splattered, the nightmare-level buffalo monster roared, raised its front hooves, turned around in an instant, and looked directly at the tiny human who hurt it with blood-red eyes.

An extreme blade light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chi!

A head-on blow!

Like an eggshell breaking and then tearing.

The red sun war knife II, which was amplified by the strengthening technique, directly split the head of the medium-sized nightmare buffalo monster.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, blood gushed wildly, and twitched violently, and died tragically on the spot.

Many buffalo monsters behind him cried out in pain, and their faces showed fear. They spread their hooves and fled quickly.

Swish, swish, swish!

Yu Shuiqin shot out crossbow arrows, clearing the surrounding vicious monsters.

"Are you okay?" Wang Ye glanced at Huang Zirui, who was covered in blood, and his eyes fell on Song Shuyi lying on the ground, and his brows were instantly twisted.

"It's okay, thank you."

Huang Zirui quickly took out the healing potion HF3, took one bottle himself, and used the other bottle to pry open Song Shuyi's mouth and feed her.

This was the first time he saw Wang Ye's strength with his own eyes.

It was very shocking.

The nightmare-level buffalo monster that seriously injured Shuyi and put him in a desperate situation was like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of Wang Ye.

Two knives.

It was killed with just two knives!

And it was a frontal kill, without any resistance.

How strong is Wang Ye?

Huang Zirui's heart was greatly shocked, far more than the injuries on his body.

At the same time, he secretly blamed himself.

If he had the strength of Wang Ye, how could Shuyi be seriously injured?

Quickly stop bleeding, bandage, injection, first aid.

All that's missing is artificial respiration.

As the top student in the training camp, Huang Zirui's professional ability is quite proficient, and he is decisive and neat, without any procrastination. His focused expression surprised Yu Shuiqin beside him.

If it was the previous Rui Ge, he would definitely ask her to help deal with the wound on the grounds that it is inconvenient for men and women.

But this time...

Looking at Wang Ye with beautiful eyes, she found that he was wearing a motherly smile on his face.

Hehe!

Good guy!

This is a friend in need!

Wang Ye smiled and looked at Huang Zirui.

With his rich experience in injuries, he could see the extent of Song Shuyi's injury at a glance.

Very serious.

Mainly trauma and excessive blood loss.

But as long as the treatment is timely, it's not a big problem.

"I owe you another life." Huang Zirui looked at Wang Ye with a complicated expression.

"Brothers don't talk about this." Wang Ye said it in passing. This is not how accounts are calculated. Zirui has helped him a lot in secret: "Why is Shuyi so badly injured?"

"She..."

Huang Zirui's mind was filled with pictures.

It was Shuyi who helped him block the fatal blow.

If it weren't for her...

He wouldn't have fought to the death with the nightmare-level bison monster!

Evil.

"She risked her life to save me." Huang Zirui breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Song Shuyi who was still unconscious: "What should we do now? Her injuries are too serious. If she is not treated in time, there may be trouble."

"Go back to the camp." Wang Ye said briefly, and with a knife, he killed a vicious monster that rushed over.

"What's going on?"

Huang Zirui was stunned.

He naturally knew what happened.

The problem now is that there is no way back. In this case, driving back is no different from committing suicide.

"Go back to kill." Wang Ye held the bloody sword in his hand, and his voice was indifferent.