"Hey..."
A cloud of ice mist spewed out from between the withered jawbones, like a sigh from the netherworld, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.
The scene was extremely strange, but the palace maid's body was sinking slightly, and her dark gray eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of doubt. As a screeching sound sounded, the toes of the shoes were three inches off the ground, bringing up wisps of dust.
At the same time, the withered skeletal hand hooked the strings, and the body bowed like a mysterious moon, pulling back as if with all its strength.
The screams suddenly pierced the eardrums, and an invisible sound wave shot out.
At the end of the sound wave, a strong figure was as fast as a rabbit, and the sharp sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air suddenly sounded.
The cold light turned into a shooting star, passing by in the interlaced light and shadow. In an instant, the night seemed to be cut in half, dislocated up and down.
A gust of wind blew by, and the two stood with their backs facing each other. Seeing Yue Canglian sheathed her sword.
"Ding-deng-deng!"
The strings of the huge harp behind him broke every inch, until at the end of the sword light, a line of blood spurted out from the waist of the woman holding the battle dagger.
"Well done."
Ruth covered the wound on her abdomen, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were extremely hateful. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and blood dropped from the tip of the blade. It was obvious that the opponent was not completely free.
"But do you think you'll win like this?" Ruth sneered.
Jian Yue Canglian turned around and stared at her opponent. The servant uniform on her abdomen split open, revealing a bloodstain.
She slowly raised the sheathed sword and announced, "If you dare to violate my master, you will be killed without mercy!"
"Little sister, you are too happy too early."
Ruth's face darkened, and she opened her arms. The corpse behind her immediately spun around, as if dancing in the air. The scene was indescribably weird. The broken strings seemed to have gained life, stretching and spreading as the corpse danced, and then reconnected.
A big guard with a family forgery is not so easy to deal with.
Jian Yue Canglian's face changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down, bit her silver teeth, and attacked her opponent again. Her mission is to serve and protect her master. No matter how strong the enemy is, she will fight to the end.
On the other side of the rooftop, Qin Gui shot out both palms, hitting his opponent who couldn't avoid it. The opponent's body suddenly shattered like glass, and the blue star sand slowly rose.
The two figures behind him ran away from each other, trying to distance themselves. Qin Gui pointed his hand back, and a scorching ray shot out from between the two fingers, piercing one of them. The figure immediately turned into stars and sand and flew away.
"go to hell!"
Zhu Zexi was driven away like a lost dog. After pulling away, he yelled angrily, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired.
Qin Gui did not dodge or dodge, letting the black titanium warhead explode on the psychic armor, rushing straight towards the opponent, his palms were like thunder, as if he was going to blast the opponent into pieces.
He has known Mr. Hei for more than ten years. They are both guests of the Yang family and work for Yang Wentai together. The two of them had gone through dozens of battles, big and small. The black monster had saved his life, and he had also saved the black monster's life. Although they are not relatives, they have already become brothers. Now that his best friend was killed, Qin Gui felt inexplicably sad. Only by fighting hard can he be worthy of his best friend's sacrifice.
At this moment, the battle below the rooftop was even more intense.
Chen Xing was divided into three and surrounded Wu Hai with swords and guns and attacked wildly.
He has no psychic armor and is not very powerful. His advantage is his flexibility. Although Wu Hai was strong and strong, he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
Swords slashed, guns fired, the three Chen Xings were like wasps, biting crazily towards Wu Hai. Although the damage done each time is small, the attack frequency is extremely high, constantly consuming the opponent's spiritual energy.
In a guard-level battle, unless there is a huge difference in strength between the two sides, it depends on which side exhausts their psychic energy first.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
Wu Hai was so annoyed that he shouted to the sky and detonated his psychic armor. The shock wave generated by the explosion has no blind spots at 360 degrees, so there is no way to avoid it and can only resist it. Chen Xing's mirror clone had no defense capabilities and was shattered into star sand under the impact of the shock wave, while the main body was knocked several meters away.
But Chen Xing had already expected it. The moment he landed, he rolled backwards, taking away most of the impact and quickly stood up.
Although the psychic blast is effective, it consumes a lot of money. Even if the clone is killed, Chen Xing still makes money. However, he lost all his clones and his true body was exposed to the eyes of his opponents.
"Despicable little insect, die!"
Along with Wu Hai's roar, a light track flew out of the void. Chen Xing only felt his eyes flicker, and the rusty rails appeared under his feet.
"Watch out for the tracks!"
As soon as Chen Xing opened his mouth to remind him, the bright light made him unable to open his eyes. The roar of the steel behemoth resounded throughout the world, deafening.
"Hahaha!"
Wu Hai seemed to see the scene of his opponent being crushed, and couldn't help but laugh wildly.
The train ran over the opponent's position, turned around and rushed towards the rooftop. Fortunately, Jian Yue Cang Lian and Qin Gui were reminded by Chen Xing and had already distanced themselves.
The more powerful the spirit is, the shorter the distance it has to leave its body. Because the supply of psychic energy will gradually attenuate with the distance from the body, the supply intensity is inversely proportional to the distance. This situation is more obvious at the same level of strength.
For example, Zhu Zexi's White Krait is small in size and powerful, consumes little spiritual energy, and requires a relatively small supply, so it can leave the main body for a long distance; while Wuhai's Galaxy Railway is large in size and powerful. , the required spiritual energy supply is naturally more, so it cannot be too far away from the main body. As long as the distance is increased, it cannot cause damage.
Although only one was killed, that was the core target. Wu Hai changed his mind and returned to the railway.
However, when the railway submerged into the void, Chen Xing appeared in front of him safe and sound.
Only then did he remember that the target in the intelligence had the ability to teleport over short distances and could easily avoid the collision of the Galaxy Railway.
"Whoever sent you here, I think he will be disappointed."
After Chen Xing finished speaking, he flicked it and divided it into three parts. They were all one-handed swords and pistols.
Wu Hai's fists collided with each other, and the King Kong Chang Fist struck out in succession. But Chen Xing is not an old monster, and Wu Hai's fist cannot touch him at all.
Chen Xing chose the mirror clone instead of using the wider and safer psychic armor, which was a deliberate decision by Chen Xing. His talent is agility, and his insect-wolf bloodline is also agility. Pure strength duels are not his advantage. Although the mirror clone is fragile, it will not be easily destroyed as long as it dodges the opponent's attacks.
Under the circumstances, the benefits of the mirror clone are greater than those of psychic armor.
Chen Xing turned sideways to avoid the fist, then jumped up, twisted his body, and struck the back of his opponent's head with his heel.
Although Wu Hai was protected by spiritual armor, the impact was still so shocking that stars appeared in his eyes.
"I will give you back to the old monster Hei in full!"
Wu Hai staggered forward holding his head. Chen Xing's two clones raised their pistols at the same time and fired black titanium bullets imbued with psychic energy at the rough head. The back of Wu Hai's head was beaten so hard that dust flew everywhere, and he fell forward and gnawed on the mud. Under Chen Xing's violent attack, the light of his psychic armor became darker and darker.
"Ruth!"
Wu Hai stumbled up and yelled towards the top of the building,
Ruth on the roof was wielding a dagger and fighting with Jian Yue Canglian. When she heard Wu Hai's cry, she immediately used psychic blast to push her opponent away.
"Dead Man's Ball!"
The bones of the corpse flew up and down, and the sound of music suddenly increased several times, and notes full of chaos and madness surged out.
Jian Yue Cang Lian froze and was not in a hurry to attack. After a few seconds, the surrounding darkness began to squirm, as if something appeared.
Chen Xing below quickly distanced himself, and then saw a figure crawling out of the surrounding shacks.
He was on all fours on the ground, with his eyes turned to the sky, as if he was crazy, and he was rushing towards this side like a living dead. After careful identification, they turned out to be refugees living here.
Chen Xing couldn't help but gasped. It turned out that this was the other party's real trump card - turning people who were fascinated by the sound of the piano into puppets.
The surrounding darkness was like boiling water, rolling and surging, as if more people were coming here.
