Hua la la la——
The big raindrops almost formed a line, and thousands of hazy water curtains fell from the high clouds onto the land lined with buildings. It can be said to be the best interpretation of heavy rain.
The rainfall in Xinma Port in the next three days will be mainly light to moderate rain and showers. Even if the rainfall in the three days is concentrated, if it falls on such a grand scale, it will probably not take more than an hour. All gone.
On the rooftop of a six-story commercial building in the distance, dozens of black umbrellas with alloy frames were clustered together. Leopold was under the umbrellas, looking at the scene on the other side of the base.
His translator, a middle-aged man who also has staff duties, is trying to make his voice clearer amid the sound of rain.
"Yan Zhen's actions were very fast, and they have already held a press conference. There are only a handful of people in this city who still have the courage to stop them in time."
"In terms of combat power, we are by no means the most outstanding among these people, so we can wait, we can take advantage of this contempt and wait for the right time..."
Leopold quietly watched the convoy of Situ Dianluo and Harald, surrounding the base.
The raindrops hit those vehicles, splashing away countless finer water droplets, as if each vehicle was covered with a layer of intense and active water mist.
He remembered the day of the decisive battle between Yandu and Guan Luoyang. A few hours before the battle officially started, it also rained.
At that time, Leopold didn't care about the rain at all. He knew in his heart that when the two men fought, the victory would be far more spectacular than that rain.
However, when the battle actually began and ended, Leopold was dazzled by it, but he could not help but feel an emptiness that he could not express to others.
It is true that the destructive power displayed by the two men in that battle was powerful enough, but it seemed that their vitality was not as strong, tenacious, and unshakable as Leopold expected.
At least, that's what Yandu is.
This strong man who impressed Leopold deeply, it turned out that when he died, there would be no such earth-shattering and lasting echoes.
When a person is killed, he will die.
No matter what your identity, what position you have, how many plans you have, whether you are active or passive, whether you are a strong man in power or a master in force, if you are careless for a moment or take a wrong step, you are already close to death.
"It's such a heavy rain, much heavier than that time."
Leopold suddenly interrupted his staff and stretched his hand out of the umbrella.
Raindrops hit the brand-new robotic arm that had just been repaired a few months ago. After a few seconds of snapping sounds, Leopold gave an order.
"Let's go, let's go immediately."
When he said this, he had already taken the lead and turned away, "Let's leave here immediately. After we go downstairs, we should walk away in a straight line and don't look back."
The staff member was stunned and hurriedly followed him. The bodyguard holding an umbrella for him almost didn't catch up.
"Seventeenth Generation, after the news spread, it has attracted a lot of attention. Big figures in Berlin have also sent messages many times. Even if we do nothing, we cannot leave before the winner is determined."
The staff member said anxiously, "Otherwise, your reputation will definitely be affected after you return, and you may even attract a lot of ridicule and difficulty."
"Hmph, from the failure to challenge Yandu to this experience of watching, the biggest gain I have gained is that I have understood some things."
Without any hesitation in his steps, Leopold said disdainfully, "The accusations from those old guys are not even comparable to a hair on the head of these people."
"And we must leave before the battle starts, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."
Even if he failed and was frustrated, the fighting spirit in Leopold's heart would only be sharpened. Once this chaotic battle really started before his eyes, he was not sure whether he would devote himself to it like a moth to a flame. .
'This is not the time yet. '
He warned himself like this, quickly went downstairs, and walked down the front steps.
The bodyguard standing there opened the car door for him, the moment before he stepped into the car door.
Leopold suddenly stopped and glanced across the roof of the car, his eyes looking in a certain direction without blinking.
The people following him could only see a row of shops across the road if they followed his line of sight.
Leopold's eyes began to move from that position to the left, as if he had swept through the shops, and as if he had penetrated these shops and could see things on the street on the other side of the shops.
Alleys formed between the shops. When the staff and bodyguards looked through those alleys, they finally saw the target.
It was a figure wearing a bamboo hat, wearing the costume of a Fuso warrior, with a sword on his waist, walking through the heavy rain.
The man didn't look here at all, and walked straight along the street he was on towards the base.
Leopold blinked, clenched his fists, and sat in the car.
"No matter who of you loses or wins today, who lives or dies, the winner who survives, just wait and see. One day, I will challenge you."
The convoy from Berlin turned around and disappeared like a long queue.
………………
In the base of Shenzhou Jieyi Society, Guan Luoyang was raising his head slightly on the fake grass.
Although the rain was pouring down, under the control of Zhou Tian Dojo, only the low-frequency force of the bones was needed, and the appearance was as quiet as a mountain rock. Within a radius of one meter around him, not a drop of rain could penetrate.
On the contrary, his hearing and mental perception were more pervasive than the heavy rain. He bypassed all the interference of the rain and clearly felt the few enemies worthy of his attention.
"He actually ran away..."
Guan Luoyang muttered to himself.
When he was about to start fighting, he would first use all his strength to hack the weakest group to death.
Unexpectedly, Leopold could retreat just before he started.
More importantly, almost in that direction, another stronger momentum, following Guan Luoyang's perception, was trying to lock him in turn.
The sound of rain was reduced to background music in their perception. They were still hundreds of meters apart, representing the different colors of the two people's wills, which were already constantly trying to erode each other.
On the other side of the rain curtain, there is a sense of sharp and bright silver hidden in the gray on that side, while this side is pure cyan, almost burning with vitality.
Bang, bang, bang! ! ! !
The iron gate of this base was deformed by the impact of the speeding car and torn down from the door frame.
The second acceleration caused the rubber tires to rub violently on the iron gate, which was slippery in the rain, and rolled through the gate, leading the convoy behind and rushing into the base.
Yan Zhen gathered thirty-six disciples here, all wearing Chinese tunic suits. They were in groups of six, assigned to different directions, and each one held a long stick in his hand.
As soon as the car drove in, the six-person group over there had already taken the initiative to greet it.
The two people at the front reached out with their long sticks, forming an oblique angle between the chassis of the car and the ground. They were like poisonous snakes spitting messages, stinging and trembling, and their coordination was perfect.
The car at the front flipped over and hit the roof of the car behind.
These long black sticks may look inconspicuous, but they are actually made of twisted high-strength fibers and are extremely strong.
Moreover, the spiritual realm of these thirty-six people is at the lowest level of concentration. With every movement of their hands, their mechanical limbs can exert at least about three tons of power. For them, it is as easy as flying a car. It was an empty cardboard box that was picked over.
But the American agents in the car were also experienced elites, and they flew out of the car almost in no particular order.
The bombs thrown hastily by twenty or thirty people before their bodies landed on the ground created a powerful force of flying rocks.
Their goal is to destroy the electromagnetic interference instrument first. As long as that thing is blown up first, their advantages in numbers and ordnance and equipment can be revealed.
Yan Zhen, who was on the grass, raised his silver eyebrows and poked his eyebrows with his right hand.
The magnetic field fluctuations emitted by the true spiritual electricity caused visible ripples to appear around his body, displacing a large number of raindrops. He waved the sword finger of his right hand in that direction.
The fluctuations of the rain curtain that came across the sky rolled back all the bombs, directly past the agents who had entered the door, and threw them at those who were still waiting outside the door and the courtyard wall.
Explosions, toxic smoke, and anesthetic gases rose one after another.
But there was a roar that tore through these chaotic sounds. Situ Dianluo flew up from outside the courtyard wall, pierced through the rain, and instantly penetrated a distance of nearly a hundred meters. He fell in the air and hit Yan Zhen's head.
Yan Zhen turned his left hand to catch it, his arms were bent like a semicircle, his shoulders dropped slightly, his waist and hips moved slightly, and every part of his body was unloading force. His five fingers even moved together to grab Situ Dianluo's heels.
"Huh?! I clearly injured his waist before that kick, but with such smooth movements, could it be that he has healed so quickly?"
Not knowing the existence of the True Transformation Pill, which had miraculous effects on flesh and blood wounds, Situ Dianluo felt a little surprised when Yan Zhen had recovered.
But his accomplishments in volley kicking were unbelievably high. He closed his foot as soon as it fell, and with the flash of lightning, he escaped from Yan Zhen's counter-grab, changed direction, and kicked Yan Zhen on the forehead.
His figure moved left and right, spinning up and down, and attacked Yan Zhen from all directions with his feet.
During the whole process, his body quickly brought out afterimages, but he never landed. When the height of his feet was at its lowest, it was not lower than Yan Zhen's waist.
This American general is like an eagle that is completely filled with the power of lightning. It can fly and soar without restraint, and it has a steel-breaking strength that no one can match.
But this feeling of flying freely is actually an illusion.
The power of Situ Dianluo's mind can allow him to glide and change direction, but the truth that keeps him in the air is that he can use every collision with Yan Zhen in the fierce offensive to send the opponent's attack from any direction. All the strength is transformed into the power of rising to maintain oneself from falling.
This is shorter and more violent than real flight, making it easier for him to launch an intensive offensive that does not allow the opponent to breathe.
Boom! ! !
Followed by another loud noise.
The wall in the southeast corner of the base was blown open, Harald's men jumped in, and Yan Zhen's disciples all actively participated in the battle.
At this moment, Guan Luoyang's figure suddenly moved.
As soon as he moved, the raindrops all over the sky seemed to slow down. Those water droplets were almost hovering in his sight, and he directly knocked them away.
In the dense curtain of rain, for an extremely brief period of time, it was almost as if a human-shaped gap could be seen.
Guan Luoyang burst out at full speed, passed in front of Yan Zhen's disciples silently like a ghost, and appeared in the southeast corner.
Then, it was like an extremely hard rock exploded under the ocean tide, or like lightning split open the wind cave that had been hidden for centuries, and an extremely cold wind surged out.
Guan Luoyang boiled, exploded, and released all the air currents swept by Zhoutian Dojo.
His figure paused and raised his head.
The wind, which was so violent that it turned white with rain, roared away from him and filled the gap in the wall in the southeast corner.
The white air flow knocked Harald's men away, and even caused the gap in the wall to collapse, widening again, making him tremble.
Guan Luoyang's figure, after a pause that was like an illusion, caught up with the wind around him and was submerged in the white airflow.
The rain was beaten into mist, and the air flow turned into a turbulent and angry wave of fog.
Harald stood between several cars. The bowler hat on his head was blown away in an instant. All he saw in front of him was a vast expanse of white, which swept over and shattered all the car windows behind him.
Click! ! ! !
The sound of broken glass and the sound of weapons colliding were superimposed.
The long-handled heavy weapon in Harald's hand is officially called the Swiss Halberd, or it can also be directly called the long-handled ax gun.
The classical form is even entwined with the pattern of golden roses, but it is an instrument forged from the most cutting-edge war materials laboratory on the north coast of Europe.
The weapon, which was supposed to be heavy, became as light as a slender iron bar when Harald twisted it with one hand, and thrust out against the white tide.
It was obvious that his vision was strongly disturbed at that moment, and except for the vast surging white, nothing else could be seen.
But this stab was extremely accurate and withstood Guan Luoyang's unsheathed sword.
The Chengzhou Dao in Guan Luoyang's hand had already changed its appearance. It was no longer the ancient sword with a red thread wrapped around the handle.
As early as when he reached the Four Great Trainings and his strength increased, the original ancient sword was likely to be unable to withstand the battles he experienced, so he had hardly used this sword in recent months.
It wasn't until after the battle with Yan Du that Shangqiong Biluo's magical skills were sorted out clearly, and Guan Luoyang figured out a way to pour vitality into the weapon to increase its strength, and then he had the idea to continue using the sword.
However, the original handle was made of ordinary material and the energy it could bear was really limited. At Kong Qingyun's suggestion, he replaced the knife with a handle made of pearl steel.
The black coating and bamboo-patterned handle were tailor-made for Guan Luoyang, perfectly fitting the texture of his palm and his power-generating habits.
After the cyan energy was poured into it, the emerald-colored Qin pattern on the blade became more conspicuous, almost like a piece of cloud-patterned emerald extending from the black hilt, shining brightly and unparalleled.
Even if this knife was blocked, it still left a deep slash mark at the connection between the ax blade and the gun handle.
This caused the handle to rub and slide nearly thirty centimeters in Harald's hand, causing both arms to fall back.
The two weapons bounced apart after a violent collision.
The sword in Guan Luoyang's right hand turned sideways, and the scabbard of his left hand was thrown out.
In this swing, he really used all his strength. Under the infusion of cyan energy, the entire scabbard seemed to suddenly disappear in his palm, turning into a line of cyan light.
A hundred meters away, Sanada Qianjun unsheathed his sword and chopped the light into pieces.
