Chapter 469: Talk about Mo life and death

Chapter 469: Mo's Life and Death
Really working with mutant people, Tan Weiye only felt how powerful they were. In the past two years, he and Mo Wenyang had to manage the base. There was no way to retreat as Xun Feng Yunche said. A big cut for the level tribe, but under the nourishment of Yun Che's various good things and their own high requirements, the power level has also reached the eighth level, plus they are cultivators, and occasionally can change the Qi attack. It is reasonable to say that they should be relatively strong in the eighth level, but they can fight against the mutants who are also the eighth level, and they have discovered that there is a big difference in strength between each other. Otherwise, they are only responsible for containment. Don't desperately, I don't know how many rounds have been destroyed by the mutant.
"Fuck, these mutants have started plug-ins."
The two guns forced the sharp claws that came towards his heavenly spirit. Tan Weiye jumped away again after a few jumps. Mo Wenyang who was not far away was also entangled by the mutant. The left pistol disappeared instantly and changed instead. A stinging phoenix was transformed into one of the mutants who attacked Mo Wenyang fiercely. The virgin was full of toughness, and wrapped around the mutant's thick waist, he was thrown away from Mo Wenyang's side.
"Isn't it just a plug-in?"
Nima will have human powers and the powerful physical strength of mutant beasts, which is really difficult to deal with.
Mo Wenyang's water-fire two-line powers slightly relieved the pressure and moved closer to Tan Weiye. The two of them rushed to the front and had to retreat, otherwise they would definitely be dragged alive by the mutant.
"You withdraw first, cover me remotely."
Back to back with him, Mo Wenyang yelled and talked about Weiye to see if the situation "covered and withdrawn together."
Speaking, whether or not Mo Wenyang would agree, Tan Weiye took a step forward, grabbed two large seeds, and when they were spilled out, the seeds had become a thick strip of chopsticks under his control. The wattle swells quickly and entangles into a considerable wall of thorns like it has its own consciousness, trying to use them to drag the mutants, and to gain time for them.
Seeing his intentions, Mo Wenyang gave up the water attack, instead throwing two hot fire waves with his hands facing upwards. The sky in front of them seemed to burn up, but the mutant side responded very well. Quickly, soaring waves burst into the ground, not to be outdone, and collided with the flames. Mo Wenyang's fierce blow was actually no effect department, but he was not in a hurry, but continued this attack, because he wanted not to hurt the enemy Instead, he dragged them on and got time for Tan Weiye. His purpose has been achieved.
"Ready to sprinkle."
Just a few minutes before and after, a very large wall of thorns stood in front of them. Tan Weiye shouted before pulling away, pulled Mo Wenyang and turned to run.
"boom"
But before they ran out a few steps, there was a huge crashing sound behind them. Mo Wenyang looked back and said, "The thorn wall on the trough was torn and thrown out. How many mutants are so bullish?"
Before, their thorn wall was not so large and could temporarily resist mutants. Now how is it like paper?
"Well, it's a nine-level mutant. Quick, you run first."
Feeling the terrible coercion from behind, Tan Weiye threw Mo Wenyang out as soon as he shook his hand, turned back and condensed two guns to shoot bullets intensively towards each other, and a lot of sweat continued to roll from his forehead. Karma suddenly had an ominous premonition, as if his bullet missed the living creature at all, and his ministry missed.
"boom"
A water column formed by the condensation of the water system rushed out against his side, and Tan Weiye looked back and said, "Fuck, shouldn't you let me go first?"
Mo Wenyang not only did not leave, but returned, and the water column was controlled by him.
"Take a walk and die together."
Don't bother to talk nonsense to him, Mo Wenyang skillfully controls the ability to join the battle. Previously, he had called the surrounding soldiers to support him during the intercom talk. As long as they withstood this wave, his life should be saved.
"Don't say anything dead, I don't like to listen."
Not very cool to correct it, talk about Weiye
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