In front of the computer screen, Qu Qingyang stared blankly at the invincible swords of mist in the rain. There were 1,600 swords of mist. When they intertwined with each other, they were like precision wheels rotating rapidly. combine.
Such a glorious and huge scene is so precise that not even a hair can be inserted into it.
It¡¯s scary like a machine.
"Lu Huaxu."
Qu Qingyang finally confirmed the murderous intention coming from afar. He sighed softly and reached out to scratch his hair; "you should be asleep."
On the screen, the Mist Sword was silently still, thousands of blades were vibrating, and it seemed that a buzzing sound could be heard.
"I've let you go, why do you always refuse to be quiet?"
Qu Qingyang chewed his index finger, feeling a kind of frustration intertwined in his brain, like several drills spinning. It was a headache, a headache that caught me off guard.
He finally climbed out.
This old friend has been in the mud since he was born. Although he is shining brightly, he is still in the mud. He is riddled with all kinds of diseases and looks ridiculous like a monkey, a strong monkey.
Because of this, when he wanted to destroy the relevant departments, he would let the most powerful person in China go.
Now he climbed out of the mud pit.
The posture was awkward and persistent, making him feel a trace of anger at being let down.
So he sighed.
¡ª¡ªVery good, you don¡¯t have to cherish the last bit of friendship.
After making this decision, he felt happy.
In the pool of blood, the pulley of the swivel chair turned silently, leaving four dark red tracks. Finally, he stopped in front of a dead body. Qu Qingyang spun around in silence. The toes were in the blood. Create a ripple.
He looked at what was in front of him.
In this huge secret room guarded by the entire relevant departments, there is only one old computer.
It¡¯s still stuck in the technological era before 2000, with huge chassis and spherical screens.
It is disappointing like this relevant department.
He originally thought Qian Lizhen was hiding here, but she was not there. Such a disappointing discovery made him feel like his brain was burning with anger for a moment. But soon, the anger was washed away by the joy of "discovering a new toy".
He stopped in front of the old computer and pulled the deceased's severed hand off the case. Then he carefully removed the strong acid test tube that almost physically destroyed the chassis hard drive.
"Very good, congratulations, you are resurrected. As a celebration"
He stared at the surveillance scene projected on the wall, and placed his hands solemnly on the rough keyboard.
Feeling the dry touch on his fingers, he laughed softly:
"¡ª¡ªI have a gift for you."
He pressed the keyboard¡ª¡ª
In the world solidified by the power of thought, Zhou Li stared at the sword blade parked in the void and asked softly:
"Lu Huaxu?"
The thin blade condensed by the mist vibrated and dispersed. The white mist was misty and converged into a blurry figure. A vague outline can be seen. Then, quickly refine. By the end, every hair is lifelike from start to finish.
"I am here."
That handsome and calm man seemed to be standing in front of Zhou Li again, with light still in his sleepy eyes.
Zhou Li looked at his appearance and felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell He just felt that this man's existence had some ethereal meaning.
Like morning dew, like bubbles.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"I had a dream."
After Lu Huaxu pondered for a moment, he said softly: "It was a very long dream. However, a little girl said that you were going to die, so she got into my dream and woke me up. It's a pity that she was killed by me. Mengzhe is injured and has no way to come here."
He raised his hand and manifested a water shadow. In the shadow of the water, Fu Xiu was sleeping, but there was a smile on her pale face, a silly smile.
Zhou Li was silent for a moment and lowered his eyes: "I owe her and her brother a lot."
Lu Huaxu smiled, took back the Mist Sword, and watched him clean up the battlefield and re-arm himself.
"You look much healthier."
Zhou Li looked at his appearance again, "The operation is only half done, is it okay to use your abilities now?"
"I used a trick." Lu Huaxu smiled slyly.So relaxed: "Strictly speaking, I am actually still in a dream. What appears here, you can think of it as my subconscious."
"Like a clone?"
"It's more like an active coordinate." He explained: "I exert my ability in the dream, and finally the subconscious mind feeds it back to reality just like ordinary people talking in their sleep. Because the process is a bit complicated, the ability is limited. Like just now We can¡¯t sustain that level of effort for much longer.¡±
"Actually, you don't have to force yourself."
Zhou Li patted his shoulder: "Although it takes some time, I can solve it. Just rest."
"Such a big mess, we can't leave it all to you alone, right?"
Lu Huaxu raised his head, looking back at the night outside the ruins, and said in a low voice: "Especially under such circumstances"
The light of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, illuminating the darkness in the heavy rain. There is dense steel in the darkness reflecting cold light, just like the soil in a mass grave being washed away by floods, and the sparkling white bones rebuilding the sky.
It was no longer just one or two corpses, but a shocking and dense array.
The total number is one hundred and thirty.
The artificial undead have completely surrounded this place.
Countless bones walked out of the darkness, and the sound of bones rubbing together was sharp. They climbed up the broken floors, covered in armor and armor, down to the venom-secreting glands in their teeth.
"¡ª¡ªAre you sure you don't need help?"
Looking around at the enemy's terrifying lineup, Lu Huaxu sighed in distress, and the rainwater on his fingertips condensed into fog blades again.
"I said, I can solve it."
After Zhou Li finished speaking, he suddenly felt a toothache. He took out a tube of what looked like a red reagent from his arms. Sighing softly: "It's just a little troublesome."
In the dense sound of steel rubbing against each other. The skeleton army is approaching. They swept through the heavy rain and pushed forward like a forest, like an iron wall pushing forward.
Zhou Li silently held up the torture rack, filled the reagent into the machine box next to the barrel, and stood ready.
Lu Huaxu looked at his toothache and couldn't help but smile: "I can help him a little, maybe just give him a shot."
¡°China is the strongest, come and attack me¡±
Zhou Li was silent for a moment. Showing a complicated smile that was self-deprecating or something else, he no longer refused, "¡ª¡ªIt's such an honor."
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud roar.
Just behind them, the wall that was scorched black by the flames shattered and was torn apart by the impact of axes and swords. The sound was sharp and weak, like the sigh of a piece of tinfoil being cut.
The curtain of rain was broken, and the thin sound of the cannon being warmed up came from close at hand, making people's nerves tense and hair-raising.
Several machine guns that have occupied the commanding heights have completed their warm-up. After locking the target, the flat muzzle burst out with an icy blue death light. That's the flash of electricity when the magnetic fields are tangential.
¡ª¡ªTengu R4-11 machine gun.
This is a war weapon made of special alchemical steel. The runes give it kinetic energy and rate of fire beyond conventional weapons. It is the most terrifying butcher of mass-produced murder weapons. Their ammunition is not even the commonly recognized gunpowder, but pieces of jet-black feather-shaped metal flakes.
When the trigger is pulled, black feathers will emerge overwhelmingly, smashing everything into pieces - no matter whether it is steel or flesh and blood in front of it.
Regardless of how the Tengu, an item that is strongly controlled by the Foundation, appeared in the outside world, Zhou Li was a little flattered by the lineup the other party prepared for him.
Normally, one Tengu is enough to deal with the frontal impact of more than ten third-stage ability users. Now, the other party took out four cannons originally intended for defense to deal with them.
??Should it be said that it is hard to reject such kindness and that one deserves to die?
Zhou Li subconsciously raised his gun, then put it down after thinking about it. Because behind him, Lu Huaxu raised his palm.
The wisp of mist lingering around Lu Huaxu's fingertips slowly dissipated and seeped into the darkness.
The next moment, the machine gun opened fire, and the sound spread like hundreds of pieces of cloth being torn apart at the same moment, and the tengu roared!
The dark color is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading and dyeing crazily. Countless flying black feathers roared in, cutting through the rain and storm, tearing everything involved into pieces.
There was electric light lingering on the black metal feathers, which rubbed against the air and turned red. But the 'rain mist' stuck on it, which was so small that it couldn't be seen clearly, never disappeared. On the contrary it was mainly a guest!
CountlessThe black feathers stained with water mist flew forward like bullets, but strangely drew a huge arc in the air.
For a moment, it was like a grand opening of fireworks. Black feathers gushed out like waterfalls and rolled like heavy rain. They flew between the sky and the earth, gathering into a tide. Under the pull of the power of thought, it turned into a terrifying whirlpool.
At this moment, Lu Huaxu controls all the bullets.
The whirlpool swallowed up countless bones. Black feathers and white iron burst out sparks in the moment of friction. The light of the sparks came and went, like the flash of countless exploding stars.
In an instant, four machine cannons exploded, and three thousand black feathers were fired, destroying half of the Skeleton King.
No one could have imagined that the cause of this destructive scene was actually a drop of fog evaporated by rainwater.
Psychokinesis reaching the third level or above is the natural enemy of all bullets and arrows, especially in the hands of a strong man like Lu Huaxu whose control scale reaches the molecular level.
The moment the flames went out, Lu Huaxu withdrew his palm. His body was shaking uneasily, and it had become much more ethereal.
"Saved you a little time." He said softly, "I'll leave the rest to you."
"Thank you."
Looking around at the skeletons rushing towards them, Zhou Li nodded and raised the torture rack in his hand: "This should save a lot of trouble."
He pressed his shoulder against the butt of the gun, making sure he was mentally prepared for the final blow.
Carefully, carefully, carefully - pull the trigger.
The first thing that lights up is the faint trajectory of Mars flying.
Immediately afterwards, something suddenly expanded and spurted out from the muzzle of the gun. It was not a bullet of Lycoris, it was a blazing flash that defeated all color and destruction in the world.
No one can see clearly what it is.
Because the moment the trigger is pulled, all vision is blocked.
It¡¯s not about being swallowed up by darkness. Is swept away by the terrible light of destruction. Destroy. ravaged.
The retinas are whining and curling; the eyeballs are screaming and cracking in burning pain.
Nothing can be seen.
The only thing that can be observed and felt is the terrifying, majestic and blazing light that engulfs everything.
The heat that was enough to scorch the lungs filled the air in an instant, and disappeared in an instant. When the light dissipated, Zhou Li relied on his own ability to regain his sight in a short period of time.
But before our eyes, it was already a scorched earth.
Within a radius of tens of meters, there is nothing intact anymore.
Even the concrete was burned and turned into a strange shape like a rotten cake.
The rain falls on the ground. The remaining high heat evaporates and rapidly expands into steam. All the steel skeletons were poured into the steam, turning into some kind of strange half-melted work of art.
Zhou Li looked down at the torture rack with some distress. In the groove of the torture rack, half of the medicine in the red test tube was left.
It wasn¡¯t until a long time later that Lu Huaxu¡¯s shattered clones reunited.
He stared at the torture rack in Zhou Li's hand with lingering fear:
"what is that?"
"A gift from an old man."
Zhou Li breathed in the scorching wind, his eyes filled with joy: "Sure enough, the effect is outstanding."
Lu Huaxu was silent.
"Let's go."
Zhou Li shouldered his gun and took the lead, following his pace. The potion called 'Dragon's Breath' in the test tube rippled gently, reflecting the color of flames in the blue eyes:
"Let everything get back on track."
"I'm extremely happy. But"
Lu Huaxu was floating side by side on the dead street.
His figure is like a wandering soul, with worried eyes: "I think we may have to be prepared to face the worst case scenario."
¡°Worst case scenario?¡±
Zhou Li turned to look at him and raised his eyebrows: "Are you saying there is something worse than the headquarters of the relevant department being breached?"
"To a certain extent, yes."
Lu Huaxu recalled the thing in the subspace secret room of the relevant department, his voice was slightly bitter:
"Decades ago, led by the United States, various countries developed a weapon in the name of 'Star Wars' in order to guard against the growing foundation and criminal capabilities."
For a moment, Zhou Li's footsteps were blocked by the coldness falling from the sky. He subconsciously pinched the 'chip' under the collar of his chest and heard a soft sigh.
"The name of the weapon is 'Suppression Force'."
Lu Huaxu rubbed his eyebrows and stared at the burning headquarters in the distance:
"In the subspace secret room of the headquarters, there is a 'fifth' of its control key. It is enough to temporarily control it for half an hour'a fifth'."-
¡®Chi¡¯.
Like an hallucination, Zhou Li heard a sound like extremely thin slices of meat falling on a red-hot iron plate.
For a moment, the stinging pain from the chip in his chest brought a faint premonition.
His steps stopped, his expression changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Lu Huaxu's speed could not keep up.
So, the bubble was popped.
The light shines from the sky, which is the flow of heavy ions coming from the sky.
It is born from the last moment and dies from the next moment. It is born and dies by itself, so short-lived.
But in the blink of an eye, it passed half of Lu Huaxu's body, leaving a mark like the mouth of a pepper jar on the ground.
The asphalt road shook slightly, and one hundred and twenty tiny pinholes appeared on the area the size of a mineral water bottle cap. The radius of the pinhole is as small as less than one micron, but it leaves a straight trace of up to 600 meters underground.
Half of Lu Huaxu's body made of rainwater exploded, along with countless telekinetic shields.
???????????????? Later. His body was healed again under the command of his will, intact as before.
The only thing that can prove that he was almost destroyed is the painful telekinesis leaving traces of whipping around him.
"Qu Qingyang."
He gritted his teeth, his illusory face full of anger and sadness: "You really stole the control instructionsfrom my mind."-
"Avoided?"
It seemed like there was a strange whisper coming from somewhere.
It was like a happy finger beating on the keyboard, entering the coordinate data.
Like a moment, a distant sigh came from the sky.
The next moment, Zhou Li once again raised his head driven by a premonition.
He saw the black clouds of the Iron Curtain in the sky being torn apart.
The stars fall like rain.
¡ª¡ªThat¡¯s the killing intent that fills the sky with stars. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!