The TV sets in remote mountain villages are braving snowflakes and chirping from time to time. Maybe the same is true in cities.
The sound of the sword was not easy to hear, but the invisible sound solidified into a line and cut through the gray sea of clouds.
A ravine extending along the sea of clouds in the sky made the sound of the knife more concrete.
"Oh, it's stronger." The old monk muttered subconsciously.
The villagers looked back at him.
"What?"
"What's stronger?"
"Master, you won't say you know this person, right?"
After being asked a question, he reflexively tried to remember...but his mind was in chaos, and Jiang Longchi was at a loss, "Ah? What?"
Sure enough, the master started talking nonsense again. The next second after he finished speaking, he didn't even know what he said.
The villagers, who were accustomed to seeing this, turned back helplessly and looked at the exaggerated scene on the TV screen.
And Jiang Longchi suddenly froze there with a complicated expression.
He still couldn't remember what happened just now, what happened recently, what happened in recent years... His life seemed to have been blank for a long time, and he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.
But strangely, those long-lasting memories from decades ago that should have been completely dusted and forgotten are now slowly and clearly emerging.
That year, when Lieutenant Jiang Longchi met Second Lieutenant Chen Buxu, they were both still very young, and both were extremely talented and highly anticipated geniuses of that era.
They didn't seem to be friends at first.
A situation of looking down on each other, displeased with each other, and unconvinced by each other continued for many years, until forty years ago in Siberia, humans first fought against the red shoulders...
In the final battle to the death, Chen Buhung chose the Suicide Squad instead of Jiang Longchi.
Jiang Longchi went to ask the reason.
Chen Buxu said to him: "If I die, you have to live."
It was probably at that time that they both clearly understood each other that in fact, in terms of the force of the Azure Hua Xieya, the two of them regarded themselves and each other as reliable pillars.
Subsequently, because human military power has been improving in the past hundred years, if we really want to use historical ranking, the two of them are indeed the first and second people in the history of the Chinese sub-front army so far.
When did the gap really start to widen? Jiang Longchi couldn't remember.
He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have walked alone along an ice field for a long, long time, and killed for a long, long time.
He also couldn't remember the purpose and results of that action.
Perhaps from then on, his memory began to decline and his strength gradually stopped improving.
As for Chen Buxu, he is indeed stronger.
This strong concept is still difficult for even Jiang Longchi to define. Because as early as forty years ago, when they were all wearing sixth-generation devices and didn't even know the concept of life source energy, Chen Buxu had almost conquered the red shoulders alone.
"Wow!"
The villagers in front of the TV had dull eyes and opened their mouths to make noise unconsciously.
At this moment, in the entire blue world, countless people, including soldiers and ordinary people, are doing the same thing.
At the same time, all high-end combat forces around the world who are able to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield are also watching, eager to see something and feel something.
Because they all knew that the sword in front of them would probably be the most serious strike made by that invincible being in the past forty years.
on the TV screen.
Under a wide-angle lens that tilts into the distance.
Needlefish arc past.
The black and large-pointed spaceship followed the needlefish's trajectory and roared towards it.
The blade slashed upward from diagonally below.
The gully created by the sound of drawing a sword in the sea of clouds allowed the sunlight to shine down.
Then, the knife named Zhan Hong was seen.
It shouldn't be visible because the knife is so small in the full view of the shot. But at this moment, a point of light condensed on the tip of the raised red sword blade, which was bright and dazzling.
"Uh-huh!"
The knife cuts out.
The nearby gray clouds were pushed away like returning waves.
The light spots on the knife extended like rays, and then chopped down, forming a fan that continuously extended forward and downward, with hundreds of thousands of rays of light.
"Hiss!" The first sound of the fan slashing forward and hitting the "train" was not loud.
Because the first shuttle-shaped aircraft in the sky easily separated into two halves like a cut page.
Then the second ship.
The third ship.
The fourth ship...
"Boom!" The roar that was expected in the subconscious finally appeared.
The sky turned into a huge explosion scene.
A series of continuous shuttle-shaped aircraft were blasted away, and the blasted aircraft collided with each other again.
In the sky above the entire roof, the fleet of large-pointed aircraft was like a train that was originally intact and moving rapidly forward. It was suddenly knocked back, and then twisted section by section, exploded section by section, and section by section. broken……
This scene,
Let the whole world and countless people stay in silence on the screen.
Those who raise their arms have no time to shout out.
Of course, there are many people who are clenching their fists and worried at this moment.
Only a few people can judge: it is not full strength.
Chen Buxian may have the ability to directly cut through the more than thirty shuttle-shaped aircraft, and the scene in the sky looks like this.
But in reality, he only killed about a dozen of them, and the rest were destroyed in an instant by the fuselage of the dozen or so shuttle-shaped aircraft flying upside down, or by the broken fragments.
The sky was shattered, dead metal was broken into pieces, and red and blue blood rained down.
The fan-shaped sword light began to gradually converge, and finally condensed into a line at the bottom... and then disappeared into nothing.
When the gray sea of clouds slowly recedes.
The debris and the rain of blood gradually fell away.
The picture finally became clear again.
Among the entire group of dilapidated and collapsed buildings, high up, the only intact roof, the figure slowly emerged... Standing there, he calmly put the knife behind his shoulder and turned around.
He looked a little old and thin, but he was as firm as a mountain and as calm as a waveless sea.
No one knows at this moment, how many people in the world are crying and shouting with excitement at the same time.
But at least in the third fixed exploration site, after escorting the teachers and students of Yuejiang University, the excitement and joy of those sharp warriors who finally found a place to watch TV were indescribable.
"Thanks."
Because they regarded Yang Qingbai as a brother, they said thank you. They still don't know that Wu Shi has gone missing on the Linzhou battlefield.
…………
"Whoosh..."
The scene continued, and an arc-shaped airflow suddenly appeared on the screen. The Needlefish-class 2-person spacecraft that was flying at a reduced speed turned back and made a smooth curve in the air.
"Tsk, tsk, it's better that we are innocent and something will happen."
"Well, much better than some people."
The soldiers laughed and talked.
In the TV screen, the Needlefish spaceship rotated and slowly floated on the edge of the roof.
Yang Qingbai came back to pick up the legion commander.
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PS (I’ve figured it out, I won’t charge you): Let me talk about my current work and life status: I get home around 7:30 in the evening, sit in front of the computer to adjust my mood, start writing based on my status, finish a chapter, eat, and then write One chapter (so the second chapter is always very late, I hope everyone will read it the next morning). Get up early the next morning and sort out the details of the two chapters to be written that day, as well as the inspiration recorded on your phone during the day yesterday. For a while, this is really all that can be done.
