One Man’s Power

The car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights, and Li Guanglei had just finished drinking two sips of water, but now he felt dizzy as if he had drunk two large bottles of liquor.

Tang Hong is going abroad!

Assist Saint Li Xuekong!

In heaven, Li Guanglei was startled, and he couldn't help but gasp: "As far as I know, the person whose surname is Li in Huaguo is a sage... only the one who possesses the belief in slaughtering gods has the surname Li."

"That's right, that's the one." Tang Hong glanced at Li Guanglei's appearance, and he was really fussy. He used to talk to the sage Li Xuekong and had a good chat. At that time, Tang Hong was not a real top transcendent.

Li Guanglei was not as calm as Tang Hong.

When Li Xuekong's prestige resounded throughout the extraordinary world, Li Guanglei was still in school, and he didn't know his name when he entered the extraordinary world. He only heard the glorious legend of the God Slayer.

That is the idol of countless people.

Including Li Guanglei.

At this time, Li Guanglei woke up when he heard that Tang Hong was going to assist Li Xuekong... Sitting next to him, Tang Hong was no longer a young extraordinary man who had just shown his talents in the special training camp and killed God for the first time. Yu Li Xuekong.

'A scholar dies for his confidant. '

'This guy is definitely not my confidant! '

Li Guanglei glanced at the side of Tang Hong's face, secretly wondering if Tang Hong was spending money, which is really enviable.

He opened the car window unconsciously, and suddenly cold air poured into the car in early April. It was like opening the window for heating in winter. Tang Hong silently turned off the air conditioner in the car without leaving his name.

...

All the way without words.

Soon arrived at the headquarters of the Yellow River Organization.

Tang Hong got out of the car, but Li Guanglei said he wanted to sit alone in the car quietly, and Tang Hong didn't force much. And watching that familiar yet unfamiliar figure go away, Li Guanglei lost his voice for a moment.

"extraordinary."

Many people like to sit in the car for a while when they get off work. It is probably only in the dark and narrow private space that Li Guanglei can feel his own existence. Li Guanglei is particularly immersed in the tranquility of this moment, as if he is independent from the world of colorful and bloody intertwined, his thoughts become clear, and his soul returns to his body.

Envy is envy, he also understands that Tang Hong's path of killing gods cannot be copied, and he just needs to walk his own path.

Standard, top-tier, pioneer, and extraordinary realms are not divided in detail, and one more thing, there is no universal standard of measurement.

The five elements of the human body complement each other, and Li Guanglei focuses on the element of speed. In terms of strength alone, of course it can't compare to the top-level transcendent whose strength is the main factor, but it can't hold back Li Guanglei's extremely fast speed, let alone forty meters per second, he can draw his sword more than ten times in an instant. When the explosion converges at one point, it may not be weak .

The catastrophic battle code-named "Midsummer" spread among the top supernatural beings.

Li Guanglei also wants to participate: "I heard that many consultants are not qualified to participate, so where will the catastrophe war take place, and what will the real god look like... Forget it, it's too far away from me .”

In the past, Li Guanglei was barely able to cooperate with Tang Hong in combat, and no matter how strong the consultant level was, he needed to be at the top.

but……

Jihadism is on another level.

Thinking of this, after getting out of the car, Li Guanglei squatted on the cold concrete floor, lit a cigarette, and muttered to himself.

'People are deader than others! '

‘Shop around and throw it away! '

He was smoking a cigarette, when he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw that it was Peng Ming, a tall and thin man of more than two meters, who looked like a tall and straight corn stalk.

"Guanglei." Peng Ming smiled: "How does it feel to lead a sub-district blocking team?"

Li Guanglei smiled wryly: "The pressure...the burden is too heavy."

It's nothing else, but Li Guanglei will think it's his fault if there are wounded or even sacrificed people, because he didn't do enough.

Li Guanglei experienced this kind of guilt and self-blame for the first time in his life.

Peng Ming rubbed his palms, squatted on the concrete floor, asked for a cigarette, and breathed out: "Every top superhuman who is in charge of taking the lead, in our opinion, has the potential to become a consultant."

"How long do you think I will need?" Li Guanglei asked impatiently.

"Well... a year or two!" Peng Ming looked Li Guanglei up and down, and said happily: "You were not very popular before, and you were too indifferent, otherwise you wouldn't be transferred to a special training camp. For several years."

Li Guanglei did not argue.

He said: "I still think that the life of a golden red is higher than that of an ordinary person, and the life of an extraordinary person is higher than that of a golden red. However, life is priceless. Whether it is worth it or not depends on the actual situation."

Peng Ming breathed out the smoke, and asked without comment, "Do you have any news about Niu Hechuan now?"

"without."

As the cigarette burned slowly, Li Guanglei shook his head. He only knew that Niu Hechuan stayed at the Central Research Institute, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the holy level.

...

Headquarters Advisory Office.

Tang Hong came here mainly to borrow the snow-white landline and call the third genius.

Logically speaking, the Internet is so developed and there is a phone number, so there is no need to be so cumbersome, but the third day genius does not usually use a mobile phone, and simply does not have a communication number.

"It's Tang Hong!!"

As soon as Tang Hong entered, the office area exploded, much more enthusiastic than last time.

With his ears moving and his sense of hearing sharp, Tang Hong faintly heard many people calling him the King of Miracles, whoever named him such a second-rate title.

But it's okay, it sounds domineering.

"It's the new saint."

"Ah...quick, help me." Someone fell limply, overwhelmed with excitement, this was the first time he had witnessed a holy person with his own eyes.

Although some people are surprised, Tang Hong, the godslayer, does not seem to have some characteristics of a saint, but they are all minor details.

Officials believe that Tang Hong has the power to enter the jihad.

"Sage Tang!" Yu Ming hurried out of the office to greet him.

"This way, please follow me." Tang Hong was a little embarrassed by Yu Ming's respectful appearance. Speaking of which, the two have known each other for a long time. Ever since Tang Hong left the special training camp and signed the contract for a sub-genius, Yu Ming was in charge.

Tang Hong said sternly: "Actually, I am still a pioneer transcendent, just call me Tang Hong."

Yu Ming was taken aback for a moment: "Okay, Tang Sheng."

...

In the office, only Tang Hong was left. He walked to the white landline, dialed the phone, and someone picked it up soon.

The owner of the belief in a different space with a sword, and the third genius of Huaguo, her voice is like a trickling mountain spring, clear and hoarse, and a rather strange voice came out of the microphone: "I think you must be surprised that you killed me!" The disaster-level god who died was actually a unicorn."

It is indeed strange.

After Tang Hong woke up, he deliberately searched the Internet and compared them for a long time.

He looks like a lion's head, antlers and tiger eyes, a perfect fusion of a moose body, an oxtail, a bear's waist and snake scales.

"actually……"

"The God of Disaster is okay..." The third genius's tone was light, and the clear and hoarse lady's voice showed a hint of a smile: "The real gods look just like us."