Vol 2 Chapter 800: 1st cut

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Hundreds of raindrops...
Inherited combat skills from the sanctuary.
Redemption two-stage thousand, fierce, rain!
After hovering in the air for a moment, it overwhelmed the sky and left.
The situation at this moment, because it was too fast, so people just glanced at it.
As for Shang Xiong, who is united with sword and man at this moment, his will is hard and not wavered.
"First cut!"
With a sharp shout, the three phantoms instantly cut straight down.
"You never know who you are facing... it is."
Under the high-frequency oscillating blade in the air, there was even a brief mist.
The cold-faced Shang Xiong narrowed his eyes.
The Barbon Wolf Dysendari is now in space and can't make it.
Except for the loyal and burly man, Shang Xiong is in this country, one to one, and there is no one to fear.
He doesn't care who is in the mecha in front of him.
He only knew that it was not Dysendari, or Duke Lieyang, that was enough.
Die...
Three phantoms brought out three swords to cut in.
Thousands of raindrops passed through the phantom instantly.
... The knife light stopped abruptly.
The three phantoms were merged into one, and a sharp blade hung two meters in front of the Dayueshang's visor, and could no longer cut it down.
In the pitch-black vine space, Mu Fan's expression was neither sad nor happy.
Blue veins are visible on his arm.
He tilted his head slightly.
On this hill, a faint voice came from under Da Yueshang's visor.
"I can't...weigh."
Deathly silence on the hills.
The deathly silence in Yueyu.
In the gunboat in the distance, the brown-bearded captain was speechless in his throat.
All eyes, at this moment, looked at that in amazement...
Holes throughout the body.
You can see the back transparently from the front.
Whether it is the head, shoulders, chest, cockpit, joints...
All of them are penetrated by holes with a diameter of only about thirty centimeters.
The mecha that Shang Xiong controlled, holding the blue wind brigade knife in both hands, could no longer cut it.
In front of this typhoon traveler, the moon-white mecha strode forward, bowed his head and stretched straight forward with a spear in his right arm.
The sharp tip of the gun leaked from the position behind the heart.
The blood is ticking and ticking on it.
I don't know if it was the blood of the previous pilots... or the blood in Shang Xiong's body.
The moon-white visor slowly lifted, and took a light look around.
Standing up slowly, his right arm swept upward with a twist.
This battered wind-traveler was directly thrown into the sky.
呲
In the sour voice, the lunar eclipse gun pulled away in an instant, then swiped backhand.
A dazzling moon white light suddenly appeared.
The tip of the gun was thrown heavily on the bleak head of the wind traveler with unpredictable force.
boom!
It's like a watermelon exploded in a volley.
The light gray shards exploded into broken mist directly in front of everyone.
The wreckage of a headless and tattered mech fell to the ground, smashing the soil mixed with grass and wildflowers.
The remaining fifty-odd typhoon travelers retreated dozens of meters.
Those senior pilots, who kept swallowing saliva in their throats, couldn't say a word at this moment.
All their fighting spirit and beliefs were shattered by this last brutal shot.
All their pride and self-confidence are trembling.
The moon-white mecha in front of him looked like a murderer alive.
"Wood bless."
"It must be Grand Duke... It must be Grand Duke Lieyang... I won't fight anymore."
The chaotic emotions broke out in the hearts of these remaining pilots instantly.
At this moment they are like headless flies, no longer have a backbone.
"Come on! You trash, cowards, and cowards, you have more than fifty mechas, go and tear up that enemy!" The brown-bearded gunboat commander picked up the communicator and shouted with distorted expression.
However, no one responded to him.
Shang Xiong is the instructor of their seventh division.
Shang Xiong is dead, you're a fart!
Mu Fan stared at the mechas whose formation had begun to scatter, and the eclipse gun slowly raised again, the tip of the gun pointed at the mecha on the far left.
The mecha held a knife in both hands, and at this moment he hurriedly backed away.
The tip of the gun slowly crosses a semicircle to the right...
Wherever the spear was heading, all the mechas retreated in horror, without any hesitation.
After the long spear in Da Yueshang's hand passed this half a week, the Windrunner Division encircled in this circle had retreated to a position of seventy or eighty meters.
"Ah……"
There was a faint sneer.
The contempt and irony in that tone are clearly visible.
But they did not dare to refute.
These pilots watched this counter-trend assault, smashing Shang Xiong's Da Yueshang with a brave blow...
He stopped looking at them half an eye.
Turning his back, the spear fell to the ground, and a shallow mark came out and walked back to the moon whisper, which was steaming with blue smoke.
For the pilots of the Seventh Division, no day is as long as this moment.
They looked at the back of the mecha leaving, with humiliation and fear on their faces, but they had no intention of fighting.
It was obviously not slow to walk step by step, but in their hearts it seemed as if they had walked every step of the day.
That kind of suffering and panic repeatedly burns the soul.
A spear was drawn out, and the spear was back on his back.
The moon-white mecha finally came to the slender saber that pierced the ground.
Pulling out the long sword Yuehua, turning around to face the hill, stepped straight forward again, pressing behind her upper body.
The blade is parallel to the ground and straight forward.
This is astonishingly Da Yueshang's attacking posture of drawing swords.
Only this time, light gray fragments were scattered on the hill.
The black soil, the green grass, the pure white wild flowers, and the blood stains that seeped into the soil were dark red.
There are still more than fifty mechas that are at a loss without fighting intentions.
"Come again."
Mu Fan's voice was clear and indifferent, echoing in the valley.
"...Come again!"
The second time, the voice became colder, but in this empty valley, only his voice reverberated, and the dozens of mechas were scared to take a step back again.
"You... come again!"
That fierce and violent fighting spirit burst out in the last repressed roar.
Behind the lonely and arrogant Da Yueshang, Yue Xi stubbornly covered her mouth, hot tears shining in her clear eyes.
She tried not to drip.
She only knew that Mu Fan at this moment had completely penetrated her heart.
At this moment, all the pilots of the Seventh Division knew that it was not Duke Lieyang at all.
The voice was cold and young.
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"Who is he!!"
Inside the crooked bridge, the blood-coughing Captain Brown Beard shouted frantically to the ceiling.
At this moment, a straight white line descended from the sky like thunder, accurately bombarding the gunboat sinking into the mud.
"What is he..."
boom!
The words after the three words were not spoken after all.
The fierce sea of ​​fire swallowed everything instantly.
At this moment, dozens or hundreds of vortices suddenly appeared on the clouds in the distant sky.
Fish-spindle-shaped spacecraft with wood-colored patterns suddenly drilled out.
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