Vol 2 Chapter 1550: Battle 【2】

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Strange things, impossible things.
Seeing the collapse of the ring-shaped fighting field and a mechanical creation coming out of it, Wang Qi's heart overflowed with such thoughts.
Although the "common sense" of the fairyland of Shenzhou has been constantly collapsing in front of this group of monks since it fell into this area, the logic still exists.
But since entering the Black Forest, "logic" also began to collapse, and things that violated common sense and even supposedly impossible happened one after another.
Why is there such a thing that looks like a machine?
Because of the existence of spiritual power, there should not be too precise ordinary machinery in the entire universe ... spiritual institutions?
No, no, before this ...
Isn't it said that high-level sword fighting beasts usually don't leave this place? Where are those so-called high-level creatures? Why was this place so simple?
This thing is ... the prison fire machine?
Wang Qi's thoughts flew in his consciousness, and he re-arranged his stiff posture very quickly. ,
At this moment, the monster named "Hellfire" also found him. The monster looked up, and the white light-emitting tube behind it suddenly burst into dazzling light. Afterwards, the bitter yin energy was confused, and Wang Qi's body instinctively felt "fear".
He seemed to be facing a huge cemetery.
"Yuanying Wonderland ... Yinling ..."
Wang Qi narrowed his eyes. With just one face-to-face, he realized what this thing was.
The luminous tube behind this hellfire machine is filled with some kind of spirit. These spirits do not exist independently, but they are part of a certain program—a certain domain of Yuanying Shentong.
It's like the original demon king.
However, the aura environment here is not the same as that outside the Black Forest. The dissipated power created by the dissipated power of the dragon clan elders 200 million years ago is slightly less here. The usual spiritual power, which is also so terrible in density, is everywhere. For Yuanying Shentongyu, this environment is far more friendly than the environment outside.
"bad……"
At this moment, Wang Qi realized that he might be calculated.
The countermeasures he prepared were all aimed at "reforming people". After several months of fighting, everyone has already assumed that the enemy is mainly the human being transformed by Mei Gemu.
But if not?
If Wang Qi ’s opponent is a machine without self, then ...
"The prepared God Plague Mantra has no effect at all?" Wang Qi felt that his facial muscles were a little stiff.
If the shell of this stuff is some kind of pan-crystal with strong spirituality ...
When Wang Qi was thinking, the unfamiliar prison fire machine had already opened its posture ... No, it was probably not "familiar", this mechanical stuff with science fiction and punk style should be obtained by Mei Gemu from Wang Qi "impression". Wang Qi feels familiar with himself, but he really can't remember where he has seen this kind of thing, and there are any shortcomings in the setting of this thing.
No, even if I remember what this stalk is, Mei Gemu will probably change it ...
Wang Qi radiated with blood, gently and skillfully swaying the ghost power covering his body, and exchanged his first punch with the Hellfire Machine.
Gan, it ’s really a supernatural shell ...
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Falling snow ...?
Zong Lutuo's mind flashed the outdated thought in an instant. Shanhe City is located in the north-central area of ​​central China. There is little rain and bitter cold. There is a heavy snow every winter. Although Zonglu Tuo's family, flying to Beiming to see the snow is just waiting, but the "snow in the hometown" is still quite happy.
But in an instant, he realized that it could not be snow.
That's countless metal foils. Countless metal foils of similar size drifted over like snow. They are similar to ordinary metal foils, and move gently with the wind, seemingly completely harmless. However, everyone understands that what the enemy spills cannot be completely harmless.
"I'll check it out!" Xiang Qi eagerly tried. She majoring in swords and discs has no effective offensive and defensive means at all. She has been concentrating herself. However, she will not flinch from such "exploratory" tasks.
"Don't!" Another monk held her and jumped forward: "I'll go."
The Tianlingling monk poured his thick mana into the vest. Under the blue light, his vest became extremely tough and extremely defensive. He floated in the air, protecting his head and face, and then reached out carefully, grabbing a piece of metal foil.
Sudden change. Directly above, something is glowing. The metal foil seems to be "ignited" by some kind of gold-colored energy, and the golden wave jumps among countless metal foils, jumping from one piece to another, as if "light" is constantly reflecting using the "mirror". In a flash, Jin Guang hit the metal foil in the palm of the monk. No matter how to move, the monk's palm exploded and blood spattered.
"Li Yanda!" Xiang Qi's tone was sad and angry. The monk of Tianling Mountain did not say anything about it, he undid the dangling spells and flesh on his body, and allowed his body to freely fall away from these metal foils, at the same time, he began brewing spells in his body to relieve the injury.
-Those metal foils are falling slowly ...
Just as soon as this thought flashed in his mind, he heard a harsh howling-that was the sound of the air being overwhelmed. A golden "something" zoomed rapidly in his eyes.
"boom!"
A group of monks watched the guy slamming Li Yanda's head into the soil. This is a sword fighting beast. It has a lion's head and is two people tall. The right hand holds a long-handled giant axe, and the left hand holds a golden shield composed of many hexagonal metal pieces. Its body is wrapped in mighty golden armor, and it is extraordinary.
Su Junyu's eyes were red, and he would rush to save people. This comminuted fracture of the neck bone is indeed fatal for mortals, but the monk in the Tanjung period will not die for this injury. Li Yanda is one of the few Tianlingling monks here, and his level of healing is lacking, but it is indeed a good hand to make empirical evidence. Ai Qinglan also made a lot of efforts when he improved the anti-psychotics. After several births and deaths, everyone's friendship is not deep.
However, a dark figure rushed over and slammed into Su Junyu from one side. This is Xiang Qi's direction, and also the direction with the most friendly forces. Su Junyu is completely unprepared for this side, and is actually hit by him. Not only him, but also Xiang Qi and two other monks who are not good at defending, and Zhu Jiamei of Xuanxingguan.
It is Zhu Gehong! He shouted angrily and shoved the five with brute force.
At this moment, he was actually obstructing the monks to rescue Li Yanda!
Su Junyu was furious and pressed his hand between the chest and abdomen of the other party, so he had to throw the other party out with some technique. By this time, Zhu Gehong had pushed the five people to Duan Xiaochuan, Wu Anjie, and Chen Yueling who were carrying them. He turned his back to the enemy, and then exploded all his blood refining demon power.
At this moment, Jian Qi came.
The hurricane brought by this lion-headed sword-fighting beast rolled the atmosphere, causing the metal foil to drop at an incredible speed. Then, the lion roared, the golden sword gas burst forth, and the direction changed at the moment of encountering the metal foil, and the metal foil continued to rotate under the action of the sword gas, obtaining a rising force. The sword spirit of the lion is constantly refracted in the air.
Up, down, left, right, front, back ... Jian Qi strikes from all directions almost simultaneously. Many monks felt that they were washed away by different groups of wasps from different directions. The dense sword gas washed the body protection mana of the monks like a rainstorm.
"Well!" Zhu Gehong almost knelt on the ground. He protected eight companions who were not good at defending with one person. During the operation, he realized the terrible place of his body from the exclamation of Ai Qinglan and Chen Feng. At this moment, he was extremely grateful for the unknown plant that was parasitic in his body. In the case of scattered blood refining demon power, there is not even a sword gas into his viscera.
On the other side, Ai Changyuan screamed. His defense against this situation is quite weak. During the first wave of attacks, many swords appeared on his body. Unfortunately, because of the unfamiliar relationship, Zhu Gehong didn't realize that the guy with the highest rank among all the people, the defense was countdown.
Other monks also left a different number of wounds. Only Zong Lutuo was within the range of the other party's attack, and also blocked the other party's attack.
After the outbreak, Jian Qi consumed a lot, but there were still a lot of Jian Qi swept back and forth in this field of metal foil. Even though the body protects the air, everyone still feels like a steel needle has been rubbed on their body every moment.
Yuanying Wonderland.
The way to bring out the Yuanying Shentong domain in the extremely disruptive "here" is to "use tools". The blood of the demon king, and the metal foil of this sword fighting beast, are essentially the same thing.
But nobody cares about these things.
When everyone resisted the outbreak of sword energy, the lion head sword fighting animal had already turned the axe and cut off Li Yanda's head.
"Fuck!" A cry of anger came from not far away. At the same time, a vague voice with a blue and red sword spirit crossed the Yuanying Shentong domain and rolled towards the lion sword fighting animal.
Whether it is fast or slow, its location and path cannot be determined.
It is Lu Xiaoqian!
"Everyone, let go!" Lu Xiaoqian's long sword pressed against the other party's shield. She, who had always been calm, also showed anger at the moment.
"This guy, let me kill!"
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