Him and their stars

The big man's face was directly slapped on the ground. His vision was blurred. His face that was pressed to the ground could not feel the pain for a while. He only felt that all kinds of senses were rushing over, and then there was some kind of intertwined feeling. Numb and helpless.

But even so, this thought was still running through his mind: "How did the psyker fight?"

"No, my body has been elementalized! How did he catch me?"

He always felt that if he couldn't figure out these two issues, he would definitely die in peace, and then... he would really die in peace.

His head was completely pressed to the ground, and then was bombarded at close range by psychic pulses, smashing it into a big bloody cake.

This well-dressed man can use an elemental body, activate a star ring such as "control" or "community", and his strength should be at least two rings or more. However, this guy was obviously born a wild boy, and he subconsciously felt that having his body elementalized meant he was invincible. But in fact, the so-called elementalization of low-level psychics is incomplete, and many important parts, such as the head, cannot be completely transformed. Once the enemy grasps these vital points, there will be no chance to fight back.

If he had a reliable teacher, he would definitely tell him that the elementalization of the body is for defense, not for rushing into the enemy formation.

However, Yu Lian was really too lazy to answer this kind of thing, so he might as well send the other person to the Spirit of the Universe to ask it himself.

Since the slutty guy in the white suit just called these two people "masters", he has already explained their identities in disguise.

Stupid idealists can barely regard it as a question of axiology and methodology, and we should still be able to seek common ground while reserving differences. But cults are really a matter of worldview. There is really no way to accommodate them. If you encounter them, just kill them. Kill a few more, and the world will become cleaner and cleaner.

Yu Lian straightened up, threw aside the gloves with blood foam on his hands, and then accelerated towards the other person supporting the light curtain over there.

This light curtain is the same ability that Major Nani developed during the gang-hopping battle in the West End Star Territory Battle. It is a skill called "Psychic Light Shield". The warrior's branch "blood path", the believer's branch "supporting spirit", the sentinel's branch "judgment", and the two paths of the guard can all be mastered, which are considered relatively popular psychic combat skills.

Although it is a common skill, it is very useful. A true psychic master can continuously extend it to form a psychic wall that protects tens of thousands of people. He can also continuously compress it to protect himself, and can even resist the fearless main gun.

However, it was obvious that this person was not very good at shielding. He could only deploy a two-meter-by-two-meter barrier to protect himself and the car behind him. Under the impact of the dense rain of bullets, he couldn't even move forward.

Compared to the time when Major Nani opened a shield covering the entire dreadnought channel, withstood the fire bombing of hundreds of enemies, and could still carry forward the charge, it was really a realm-level gap!

Yes, they are both in the second ring, but this difference in realm does exist.

In game terms, the number of rings can really only represent the blue bar and level, but it really cannot represent strength, at least not absolutely.

This cultist's strength is really average. Because he deployed the shield, he even lost the ability to fight back with psychic skills. However, this guy's mind was quite active. Although he couldn't counterattack with psychic powers, he still took out a large multi-functional pistol that could fire explosive bolts from his coat.

He didn't notice at all that his comrade's face had been pressed to the floor and rubbed to pieces. At that moment, he just laughed a few times at the densest crowd, and then pointed his pistol diagonally into the sky in preparation for a projectile.

However, before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his scalp numb. Without paying attention, a figure leaped directly from above the shield he deployed.

Before he could react, a black figure appeared in his sight, getting closer and closer to him, and then hit his forehead.

He only felt that he was hit by a knee, and the sky and the earth were darkened. Three souls and seven souls were missing. Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to have entered a water and land dojo, with chimes, cymbals, and cymbals ringing incessantly.

However, this guy is obviously a tank, and his physical fitness is pretty good. Although he was hit so badly, he only staggered and did not fall down. However, before he could stand firmly, his legs felt weak again, and someone had already stomped on his knees.

His body subconsciously fell forward, his head bowed, and his mouth opened, but before he could scream, he was right on the muzzle of a pistol.

"This, this, this..." The "master" of the cult was indeed confused. In fact, he had considered how he would die before. It should be in a battle that could be recorded in history, fighting a psychic master for three days and three nights, and finally losing.

A psychic, shouldn't he have such an epic ending?

"Pfft..." The gun fired in his mouth. The sound was muffled, but its power was increased to the extreme. His head was torn apart on the spot and turned into a mass of bloody fragments.

However, the red, white, and yellow pieces of meat that splashed out were pushed away by the opened psychic barrier, and did not touch the perpetrator at all.

"Gudu!" The onlookers from the Nine Ghost Group swallowed seriously. Everything happened so fast, they could only see the two psychic masters suddenly turned into corpses with their heads exploded, and the process in between was completely unclear.

But precisely because of this, it seems particularly terrifying.

"This, this..." Uncle Liu looked at Yu Lian's understatement and trembled with fright. He quickly thought about whether he had done anything impolite when he said hello just now.

Akinayama Hachiman continued to push up his glasses expressionlessly, looking calm as if everything was as expected.

It's a pity that some kind of uncontrollable emotion of envy, jealousy and hatred turned into a longing and unattainable sadness, flashing in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, thousands of words were spoken in the small eyes behind the glasses.

In less than ten seconds, the two psychics died on the spot, so fast that the proud smile of the man in the white suit sitting in the car didn't even have time to change.

Then, the triumphant smile froze directly on his face, looking particularly distorted.

Herreli's idea is straightforward. Although he is an ordinary person, he has seen the combat power of psychics and has a certain understanding of occult knowledge. In his opinion, psychics are all supermen, and two second-level "masters" are enough to deal with the forty or fifty people present.

This is his biggest trump card in this action!

However, when his biggest trump card had not yet been used, he was torn into a ball of shreds of paper. He neither screamed nor expressed pain. Instead, he completely lost the ability to react and think, and felt completely blank. It was as if everything that had happened before was an unreal illusion.

After an unknown amount of time, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the painful twitching feeling finally brought him out of the unreal state.

The white suit made itself look like a petrified little animal, huddled on the chair, clasping the car door tightly, staring blankly through the car window at the double kill that had just been completed. The hooded man who threw away the stained pistol, the so-called "technical adviser".

The corners of his mouth finally twitched, as if he saw a Leviathan beast trapped in a human form.

"Qing, the intelligence is wrong! Is there such a master in the Nine Ghost Group? Why have I never heard of it? Wait, I heard that their ancestor...could it be that person?" Hereli didn't know if his guess was correct. But no matter which one, he was sure that this must be the ultimate psychic master he had ever seen in his life!

Killing two second-level rings in an instant is something that neither the bishop of the diocese nor the protector in the Big Apple City can do!

No, no! They must be notified! Hereli reached out to start the vehicle, but his body was still shaking like a shuttle, and his fingers were trembling slightly, but they could not touch the scanner.

"Calm down! My right hand!" He said to himself: "My vehicle has tank-level armor and shields at the main station. Don't be afraid! Even such a master can't take me out that easily. Yes! Yes, nothing will happen to me! I will definitely escape!"

He gritted his teeth and was about to touch the scanner again, but saw that the hooded "evil star" had already strode to his car door and reached out to poke the car armor.

"You...I..." Hereli looked at the other party. He was obviously so frightened that he couldn't even control his mouth and couldn't even say a complete sentence, but at this moment, a flattery appeared on his face. smile.

Yes, it’s the kind of smile a bank account manager would use when meeting a rich man with a net worth of tens of billions.

At that moment, Hereli was almost moved by his professionalism and professionalism.

"I'm just an errand boy," he begged, finally regaining control of his tongue.

Yu Lian, who was regarded as a "peerless evil star", still wore a pocket to cover half of his face. The corner of his mouth appeared in the shadow under the hood, and a serious smile appeared: "Oh, you hope I let you go?"

"Yes, you are a transcendent, a great psychic master. Don't be like me and just run errands!"

"Then come down and talk. Based on your sincerity, I will consider whether to let you go."

Hereli still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but for some reason, he seemed to really see those bright eyes. He was in a trance for a while and said subconsciously: "Okay, okay...wait, why should I come down! No, what are you doing to me?"

Yu Lian curled his lips and sighed inwardly that he failed to control his heart for the first time (in his life).

Although the guy in the car is a polite scum, his willpower is actually far beyond the average of ordinary people, and the efficiency of mind control is somewhat affected by the bulletproof glass of a car.

The failure to control his mind made Yu Lian feel a bit of mental discomfort in an instant. But then, the spiritual circulation that had been planted into the sea of ​​consciousness started on its own, and the spiritual energy in the internal circulation instantly repaired this weak backlash.

Yu Lian thought for two seconds, then simply stretched his hands under the chassis of the car, gritted his teeth and exerted force, shouted "Get up!", and then only heard a loud "Boom!", and it happened on the spot. A sturdy armored car flipped upside down.

It must be admitted that directly overturning an armored car weighing more than two tons is still a little difficult for the body function of the energy modulator. Fortunately, it finally didn't overturn.

Yu Lian wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a big breath, and took out a pack of wrinkled old sword cards from his pocket. But before he took it out, he saw Uncle Six approaching him with a smile on his face. , holding a gold-encased Green Bay torpedo in both hands.

Yu Lian took a deep look at the other party and accepted it with a smile.

Akinayama Hachiman opened his information terminal and listened to the news coming from the other side. His eyes under his glasses became abnormal again.