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Chen Xing's support made Old Monster Black breathe a sigh of relief and was able to stand up again. However, he did not retreat but moved forward, stabilized his balance and immediately attacked Wu Hai.

Wu Hai crossed his arms and blocked it abruptly. The psychic armor on his body burst into light and exploded suddenly.

Psionic blast, the horizontal extension skill of psychic armor, forms an energy shock by detonating the psychic energy covered on the body surface, causing a range of damage.

The black old monster was caught off guard, was shaken out several meters, fell heavily to the ground, and spewed a second mouthful of blood. The psychic energy in the body has been exhausted, and the psychic armor can no longer be used, and it can only rely on the body to resist. Fortunately, the advantage of the bloodline of the mysterious corpse lies in defense, and the body is as hard as steel. If it were replaced by an ordinary person, it would have been hit by repeated blows and would have long been lying on the ground.

This time Wu Hai did not chase hard, but stood still, holding his chest with both hands, and said with a bit of arrogance, "I think you are not easy to practice, you are both guards, the pillar of the country, you go." He let him go. Go, not to move compassion, but to resolve the enemy as soon as possible. His goal is Chen Erliu, who is designated by the lord to kill. If a few words can persuade the enemy to retreat and save energy to deal with the core goal, why not do it?

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly shouted: "Yellow-mouthed kid, don't think about it!" A thin blue light appeared in his palm, and he rushed towards him.

Wu Hai immediately became angry, and the other party was so unsure of what is good or bad, then go to hell!

He roared, striding like thunder, the King Kong fist hit the opponent's chest.

At the moment of the confrontation, the tall figure was steady like a mountain, and the thin figure shot backwards like a cannonball, leaving only a smog of blood floating in the night sky.

"I can't help myself!" Wu Hai took a sip, his shaved face full of disdain.

But just when he thought that the other party would just fall to the ground, a thin figure staggered up in the ruins of the collapsed shack.

"Uh, uh..."

The black old monster had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and there were blood lines flowing on his wrinkled face, which was shocking, but his eyes were still calm, firm and stubborn, like a fighter who saw death as his home.

Wu Hai's two copper bell-like eyes narrowed into a line, and the cold, knife-like light shined through.

He gritted his steel teeth and said word by word, "Okay, very good..."

In an instant, his head and beard rose without wind. The invisible coercion spread out, and the surroundings became more and more quiet and dark, as if a life and death battle was brewing.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break in."

"Since you want to die, I will give you a good ride!"

Wu Hai's fists fought each other, and among the sputtering sparks, a light belt flew out of the darkness behind itself, meandering into the snake, and rapidly extending against the ground, passing through the feet of the old monster in a flash.

Seeing fixedly, it turned out to be a track of light.

Qin Gui, who was watching from a distance, immediately yelled badly. Regardless of Yue Canglian's obstruction, he rushed to the battlefield and yelled with all his strength, "Old ghost, let's go!"

But seeing the man standing long, his black robe swaying in the wind, facing the upcoming lore, he rushed forward with a long roar, piercing through the clouds and cracking the stone.

"Crush him!"

Along with Wu Hai's beast-like roar, two strong lights shot out from the darkness, and a sharp flute sounded into the sky.

In the next moment, a rusty subway rushed out of the void, the iron carriage shook violently, and the metal roar resounded through the night sky.

"Do not!"

Qin Gui's eyes were red and he stretched out his hands, trying to grasp something, but he was still hundreds of meters away, and he could only watch the steel monster slam into his old friend with a thunderous force.

"Kang-bang-bang..."

The wheels rubbed against the rails, dragging out splashes of sparks. Facing this giant steel beast, his thin body was like a dead leaf in the storm, but he still greeted him fearlessly.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the huge impact, the broken body was thrown back and drowned in the collapsed shack, completely silent.

The speed of the car dropped slowly, and the large red patches on the front of the car were particularly dazzling. The track on the ground turned backward in a "U" shape, and the body gradually became transparent, as if driving into the void and disappearing into the invisible.

Yinying Railway, the inheritance pseudo-article of the martial artist led by the silver eagle.

With such great power, Chen Xing couldn't help taking a breath. If the black old monsters weren't trying to risk it, they would probably be killed instantly.

"Everyone is in position, ready to fight!"

When the enemy's attack method is figured out, it is the moment when the general attack is launched! Chen Xing stood up and jumped out of the bunker, rushing towards the enemy's dormitory building while suppressing fire. Seeing Yue Canglian followed closely behind, holding the sheath knife and bounced rapidly on the shack, like a flying white shadow.

"Jianyue Canglian is in charge of the harpist, I am in charge of the iron knot, and the sniper will be handed over to Old Qin."

Qin Gui stared at the location where the old black monster fell, and didn't seem to hear what Chen Xing said.

"Cheer up, don't disappoint the old man Hei!"

Qin Gui, who was in a sluggish state, gradually recovered, a flame of hatred ignited in his eyes, locked on the sniper on the roof, and ran away with his legs open.

"Come on all, I will kill as many times as I come!" Wu Hai said viciously.

For the guard-level powerhouses, a distance of several hundred meters will come in an instant, and the battle will begin immediately.

Qin Gui rushed to the forefront, but not dazzled by hatred, rushed to the side of the dormitory building in an arc, stepping on the windows and rushing to the roof.

Chen Xing rushed to Wu Hai downstairs, his weapons had been changed from sniper rifles to assault rifles and pistols, constantly shooting at each other. The rain-like black titanium bullet exploded on the psychic armor, bursting out with dazzling light.

Seeing the moon Canglian followed Chen Xing, the wolf king jumped out of the void and saw the moon Canglian riding on the wolf's back with a backflip. The White Wolf quickly bypassed Wu Hai, who was being attacked by Chen Xing, and jumped up from the front of the dormitory building.

In the midair, with long hair flying and white skirt floating, a silver light lit up the night sky.

The sky crow sword is out, the crow type!

The sword light from top to bottom, like a meteor falling, slashed straight towards the harp owner.

The latter's face changed slightly, probably because he did not expect the attack to come so fiercely and quickly, his hands stretched out to strengthen the shield above.

"Chang!"

Jianming was as clear as a dragon, and a straight line appeared on the psychic shield. The psychic energy on both sides surged, trying to fill the gap.

The moment Bai Ying fell to the ground, the masonry on the roof was torn apart by the long and pointed heel, spreading like a spider web. She turned and twisted her waist, her white dress blooming like a lotus flower, and a silver light drew a straight line from bottom to top.

The shield of the giant star was abruptly split into two halves, which could no longer condense in form, and burst into pieces.

Ruth turned pale and wanted to ask her companion for help, but saw that Zhu Zexi was entangled by an old man, pulling her distance back. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the combat dagger from her waist, and the cat stared at the woman who had cut the shield off.

Seeing Yue Canglian stepped back, retracting the knife and returning it to its scabbard, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, slowly lowering her body, the harp and woman reflected in her starry eyes.

"Little bitch, come on~"

Ruth barely managed to sneer and provoke calmly.

Seeing the moon Canglian, as always, was like a thousand-year-old ice, without the slightest expression on her white face.

Quietly, the dry bones that were plucking the strings stopped, slowly turning the body suspended in the air, and the faint green light flowed out of the eye sockets.