C2 Homicide

Sikong Banyu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. His mind searched through the remaining memories in his body. He needed to know what kind of world this was. He also needed to know what kind of situation he was in. He also needed to know what kind of person the original owner of his body was.

After all, he had now become an unfamiliar soul. If he didn't want others to see through him, he had to learn how to hide himself. Because he did not know if this so-called Earth had any relation to Vermillion Bird Continent. If he were to display his great honor and the enemies of Vermillion Bird Continent knew of it, it would be equivalent to seeking death.

After a long while, Sikong Bu slowly opened his eyes. His face was filled with a bitter smile.

"The Age of Chaos … Thin Spiritual Energy... Extinction of Cultivators … Technology was rampant. This was an abandoned world! Now that my cultivation has completely disappeared, even if I were to cultivate again, just when will I be able to reach the same level as before? "

"Forget it …" It was better to have hope than nothing. One step at a time, one step at a time! Being able to live is already my greatest fortune. Any more and I'll be a little unsatisfied. "

Sikong Banyu picked up the automatic rifle from the ground and checked the bullets according to his memory. It was indeed an empty cartridge, it didn't have any destructive power.

"Let's leave this place first, after all, I've already lost all my cultivation, and this body is too weak, not even having a cultivation realm. According to his memories, this body can't even defend against a single bullet, let's find a safe place to cultivate first, and then we'll think about it, strength is the foundation to protect everything."

There were a total of seven levels for cultivators in Vermillion Bird Continent. First, the State of Perception communicated with the spirit energy. After the feeling of Qi was generated, the body would be able to be tempered. The Perception Realm was split into three levels: Skin-training, Meat-training, and Bone Refining. Spirit Stage, Profound Stage, Core Essence Stage, Spirit Transformation Realm, Heavenly Human Realm, Origin Realm, these seven realms.

In his previous life, Sikong Banyu had reached the half-step Origin Stage realm, just a step away from stepping into the last realm of a cultivator, which meant that he had the qualification to ascend into the Upper Realm.

Sikong Banyu, after making up his mind, threw the automatic rifle to the side and took out the knife that was tied to his leg.

It was specially prepared by the special forces and was very sharp. However, in Sikong Banyu's eyes, it could only be used for certain purposes. After all, he had seen quite a few destructive magical equipment and blades when he was a cultivator.

"I, Sikong Banyu, am someone who repays kindness with a drop of water. Since I have taken over your body, I will make you rest in peace. The person who killed you, I will have him accompany you soon."

Sikong Banyu looked around the jungle calmly. With a short knife in his hand, he quickly ran into the depths of the jungle. Although he had lost his cultivation, his combat awareness was still there. In addition to his soul perception, it was far more acute than normal.

Sikong Banyu was no longer that fool. The black man who killed the owner of the body was obviously not a member of the Iron Eagle Brigade, but an outsider who had fled here. Sikong Banyu was not interested in knowing their goal, he only knew that after killing the black man, they would leave with a gracious heart.

As for what orders of honor, he had no such concept in his heart!

Sikong Banyu crouched down and used the cover on his body to quickly move towards the deeper part of the forest. Just as he walked forward 200 meters, Sikong Banyu felt like he was being watched and jumped like a leopard.

"Bang bang …"

Two gunshots broke the silence. Sikong Banyu hid behind a big tree and looked at the two bullet holes on the tree beside him.

"Solid ammunition? It seemed like they were from the other side. The Iron Eagle Army didn't have any live ammunition for this exercise. "Then …"

Sikong Banyu revealed a cold smile as he scanned the surroundings. At the end, Sikong Banyu's gaze was fixed on a big tree a hundred meters away. On the surface, no one could be seen, but he was actually a sniper wearing a camouflage. Other than the black muzzle, the rest of him had almost blended in with the surrounding environment.

"I've found you …"

Sikong Banyu looked around at his surroundings. Then, he stomped on the ground and shot out.

"Bang …"

The sniper had already locked onto Sikong Banyu's hiding spot. When he saw Sikong Banyu appear, he immediately pulled the trigger. However, the next moment, Sikong Banyu's body suddenly stopped in the air and then leaped to the side.

"Oh …" Selling ointment! " The sniper exclaimed. This kind of body control was completely beyond his understanding. However, this person had been through hundreds of battles and quickly reacted. He aimed at Sikong Banyu's approaching figure and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang bang …"

A few gunshots, however, did not even touch Sikong Banyu's hair. The distance of one hundred meters was less than thirty meters.

"Not good... This is an expert. " The sniper got up from the ground in fright. He held the sniper rifle and fired twice, then quickly ran towards the back.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?" Sikong Banyu used a tree as support and threw the knife in his hand. The knife turned into a ray of silver light and flew towards the sniper.

The sniper quickly raised his sniper rifle and was about to pull the trigger, but the dagger had already pierced through his arm.

"Ah …"

The sniper screamed. What kind of expert was this? How could he be so powerful? Didn't Bill say that there weren't any experts in the special forces of the Iron Eagle Army?

However, he did not have time to think too much about it. He did not even have time to think about the dagger in his hand as he quickly retreated. He knew that if that mysterious expert approached him, he would definitely die.

"Hmph …"

The sniper had only taken two steps when he felt his sniper rifle grabbed by someone. He was kicked in the stomach and flew backwards. He hit a tree trunk and spat out blood.

Before he could react, a face appeared in front of him. The sniper was shocked. What kind of speed was this? How could an ordinary person have this kind of speed? Without hesitation, he reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Ah …"

The next moment, the sniper let out a miserable scream and dropped one of his arms, turning it into a cripple. The sniper was sweating profusely from the pain. He gritted his teeth as he looked at the young man in front of him with a knife that was still dripping blood. This was a devil, a devil that had crawled out of hell.

Sikong Banyu looked at the sniper who lost his threat and heaved a sigh of relief. The pain that came from his body made him uncomfortable.