The huge roar of the sword exploded directly in the clouds.
However, this whistle did not spread very far.
Layers of formations, repeated and abundantly superimposed, easily eliminated the sound caused by the sword roar.
Curly Maomao and others also seemed to resist a little bit of resistance.
Ke Xiaoliang could feel the amazing resistance they broke out under their strong desire to survive.
However, these resistances were instantly reduced to insignificance under extremely powerful suppression.
They are not strong men...just a group of 'ordinary monks' from more worlds.
Abandoning their respective mysterious backgrounds, there is essentially nothing special about them.
White light swept across, like a spreading flame.
A large number of mechanical puppets, with strange white lights shining on their bodies, flew into the burning and melting hotel in formation.
They have a precise strike system.
It is possible to accurately locate some tour group members who are still surviving, and even hotel staff.
Then... an extremely determined and brutal massacre was carried out.
All the resistance, all the excuses, begging for mercy, protests and threats... are of no avail.
Ke Xiaoliang tried to break the formation's ban on messages again.
But this time, Ke Xiaoliang didn't dissolve the formation ban so quickly.
The organizer did not pay attention to the complexity and complexity of the formation, but directly used the simplest formation to perform multiple superpositions regardless of energy consumption.
This is precisely the most troublesome.
This also means that Ke Xiaoliang wants to break through these bans and open a gap.
Not only does it take more effort, but it also takes a lot of time.
Ke Xiaoliang lurked quietly, hiding his breath, supporting the ground with his palms, and walking horizontally with the ground.
The concealment technique operates, making the breath steady and no longer showing the slightest fluctuation.
Since we can't repeat the same old tricks, we can only go around in a circle and implement another famous plan.
In fact, from this perspective, this variant's opening is better than the original opening.
"Help! Someone come and save me... Who come...!" A member of the tour group squirmed on the ground after one of his legs was severed by a strong beam of light. He was then manipulated by a mechanical puppet without mercy. The flying blade pierced the chest.
The overflowing soul quickly dissolved under the heat of white light.
It is guaranteed that anyone who uses soul-calling techniques will not be able to reunite his soul.
"good!"
"This is what it looks like!"
"Kill decisively!"
"It seems that there are still experts in the Baotong world, although it is a little late."
Ke Xiaoliang thought like this, but his hands were not slow at all.
Ke Xiaoliang's body seemed to be able to pull out several shadows in the void. With rapid steps, he split several mechanical puppets, then grabbed a seriously injured member of the tour group and dragged him to a tree. Behind the melting pillar.
"Haha...haha...!" The man whose chest had been cut open by the sword was lying on the ground, struggling to speak.
His spiritual platform is broken, his cultivation is completely destroyed, and he is aging rapidly.
Even if they are not killed immediately, they will perish as their longevity is exhausted.
"What do you want to say?" Ke Xiaoliang grabbed the other person's hand with emotion, but quietly started a certain 'recorder' that fell aside to record the scene truthfully.
"Tweet...twee...!" Without saying a single word clearly, the man was completely dead.
The white light that had already poured into his body melted his soul and made him fly away.
Ke Xiaoliang looked at the burning corpse of the other party with strong grief and anger in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I will seek justice for you!"
"Although you and I met by chance, we felt like old friends once we met. If I don't die today, in the future... I will definitely be the master behind it and pay with blood." Ke Xiaoliang made a big oath.
Then he dug and jumped back and forth throughout the destroyed and melted hotel.
In various forms, I met many members of the tour group for the 'last time' and left similar promises.
And with each promise, his words became briefer and more powerful.
While seemingly dull, he was also suppressing a certain anger that seemed to have reached its extreme.
The most important thing in acting is to believe in yourself.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang used a strong sense of belief to convince himself... that he was an avenger, a person who must survive this catastrophe.
He carries the weight of many people and will return one day in the future... to get justice.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang may not care at all. The reason why these people have such a result is inseparable from him.
The originally luxurious hotel with a large area was gradually burned to ashes.
The sight of the overflowing sun is about to disappear.
On the distant sea, the only sun is about to condense into a shape, and then jump to a higher place in the sky.
Some monks wearing special combat uniforms broke into the scene, doing the final cleanup... and the 'acting' that was about to be faced by the public.
Because of Ke Xiaoliang's superb concealment skills.
Those mechanical puppets did not realize that there was another fish that slipped through the net in this massacre.
"Quickly count the embers."
"Then prepare for the upcoming media attack. We must safeguard the dignity of the Baotong world... as well as fairness and justice." The monks who broke into the place were making brief dialogues.
However, before they announced justice and fairness to others, Ke Xiaoliang took the first step and gave them the fairness in their mouths.
One sword!
Poof!
A monk who seemed to have a cultivation level similar to that of the golden elixir was stabbed through the throat by Ke Xiaoliang.
Ke Xiaoliang's ruthlessness and determination shocked several other monks nearby.
The man whose throat was pierced by Ke Xiaoliang's sword was extremely powerful among their team.
Now he was like a weak chicken, pierced through the throat with a sword, and died so neatly.
How does this keep them from being surprised?
How to make them not afraid?
In their fear, they forgot to call their companions and just looked at Ke Xiaoliang in shock and horror.
To put it bluntly, these monks still lack experience in fighting the enemy.
No matter how many times I have experienced it in various simulations and simulated illusions.
It's nothing compared to real flesh-and-blood combat.
They were stunned, but Ke Xiaoliang was not stunned.
The sword light jumped and flickered, and several heads flew high in the air.
At the same time, a large number of mechanical puppets began to output energy, aiming at Ke Xiaoliang and focusing their fire.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang finally broke through the layers of blocking formations.
Send messages one after another quickly through the tiny holes that penetrate.
Then...a sword light shot straight into the sky.
Like an angry sword, slashing at the closed 'sky'.
The 'sky' shook, and more attacks were aimed at the only survivor of this 'catastrophe'.
In order to cover up the 'truth', the people behind the attack were not willing to sacrifice anyone or anything.
The energy cores of a large number of mechanical puppets began to be rapidly overloaded.
They will self-destruct to form a chain of covering explosions.
This place... will be completely covered in the explosion.
Even if it leaves permanent tearing scars on the ground... the truth will never be allowed to have the slightest possibility of being leaked.
