Psychics don't die from gunfire

Song Shi did not stand up.

Ai Lu put down the medicine bottle, stood up silently, opened the magnetized box in his arms, and seven short blades flew out, circling and swimming.

These magnetized alloy weapons, combined with the prosthetic limbs accelerated by specialized electromagnetic fields, are enough to burst out with terrifying lethality.

Lapis Lazuli stopped the inspection and rose up. The body cracked and transformed. One by one, the gravity balls slid out, with Lapis Lazuli as the center, like the planetary orbits guarding the stars, slowly rising and falling and rotating.

The intelligent machine locked the other party tightly. Once there was a slight movement, a gravity field of hundreds of times would fall down.

The latter did not move.

They stood twenty meters away, looking at the three, and suddenly someone spoke.

".How is the injury?"

"It's quite serious." Song Shi answered nonchalantly: "To be honest, my head is still a little dizzy now. I can only exert the combat power of the second ring."

He raised his head slightly and glanced at everyone: "If you want to kill me, this is your best and last chance."

Like a thunderstorm, the sky suddenly flashed, and then the rumbling sound swept all around, instantly overwhelming everyone's words.

After being slashed by thirty swords in a row, his golden armor was shattered. Zang Tian could no longer hold back, roaring repeatedly, urging the Dharma image to enter the high-level transformation of "Tiantian Baiyue", and transformed into a larger spiritual official general.

And Zhang Mingyuan also began to accumulate strength, ready to find the right opportunity, temporarily break through "fission", and forcibly display the more advanced "fusion" realm of swordsmanship, accumulate a peak sword light, and blast the opponent in one breath.

But even though the momentum was amazing, the impact of the fight between the two on the earth at this moment was only "momentum".

After Song Shi spoke, the venue suddenly fell silent.

The people in the tenth round were silent for a while. They could see that the opponent who had violently killed Zang Yeting not long ago was now covered in blood and had shocking injuries. The originally desperate aura was actually disordered.

The opponent did not lie to them. He was in the middle of the second ring. No, considering the impact of injuries, the actual combat power was even worse.

If there was a third-ring master, he could have killed the opponent steadily.

But they didn't.

From the beginning of this operation, there was only one third-ring psychic, "Zang Yeting". They didn't dare to bring it up openly, but they muttered in their hearts many times - isn't this too little?

Master Zang is indeed famous and has profound means, but the opponent is also a fierce man who has killed the name of "Nandou". What if, I mean what if, you lose?

Even if you want to use him as a whetstone to test your cultivation and fight one-on-one, it does not conflict with bringing a few third-ring masters to support the team. With your status, you can also transfer them, so why not do it?

They were puzzled until a moment ago, when they suddenly understood everything.

There is a fourth-ring psychic looking down and watching, and there is really no need to bring any masters to support the team.

——So the strongest person in this team now is the second ring.

The second-ring psychics, as well as non-psychics who have undergone a lot of transformation and armed prosthetic implants and are enough to match the former, are not weak, and they can be called elites anywhere.

But facing the young man in front of him.

Even if the opponent has been seriously injured and his strength has fallen, what are their chances of winning?

Besides, not to mention Song Shi, the two people next to him are also not mediocre. "Xiezhi" Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli, if they really start fighting, they will not get any good results.

Quickly withdraw.

Involving a lieutenant general of the Beiting Defense Front, and all of them were caused by Zang Ye Ting's choice, it's okay to go back. Everyone's family background is not as good as the Zang family, but at least they are children of aristocratic families. This time the crime is not theirs. Demotion and other punishments are inevitable, but their lives are still safe.

Among the crowd, a man in his twenties suddenly relaxed.

He took off the uniform of the Tenth Bureau, revealing his physique that was polished like steel. He nodded to the others, then walked out of the crowd and crossed the border.

Five meters away, the man stood and saluted Song Shi.

"Fourth-class aristocratic family, Baihu Wang family, Wang Hu." He picked up the alloy stick that had been with him for ten years and said solemnly: "Second ring [transcendence]."

Song Shi laughed.

He stood up, carrying Zhongshi, passed through Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli, and stood in front.

"Is it all done?" Song Shi asked.

"I've left a letter for my family." Wang Hu held the steel rod horizontally, and veins on his forehead began to bulge: "No regrets in proving the truth."

"Okay, I'll remember that." Song Shi nodded: "Come on."

So Wang Hu went up.

The subcutaneous protective shell of special steel is indestructible, turning into a strong physique made of steel and iron. The prosthetic limbs of electromagnetic carbon muscle bundles have strong explosive power. The steel rod is swung with great force and bullets can't penetrate it.

On the front battlefield, it can smash buildings and destroy armies alone.

But it's not enough.

So he died.

The nineteenth move, the heavy killing blade that gathers the flame flow, seizes the gap of the force, cuts open the chest with one blow, and the flames rush in, burning it to ashes.

Song Shi stood, he quietly watched three people walk out of the crowd in the tenth round, two of them silently gathered Wang Hu's body, and the last one stood up.

"Fifth-class family, Huanyuan Feng family, Feng Da. Second ring [transcendence]."

He was older than Wang Hu, about thirty years old, with wrinkles all over his forehead, but when he bent his knees and half-knelt, stood with his feet forward and backward, held the central axis, and slowly tightened the red spear, these wrinkles accumulated in the past were relaxed for the first time.

"Please teach me."

The 23rd move, the spear broke, the posture collapsed, and half of the body was cut open.

Three more people came out, two of them collected the bones for Feng Da, and one stepped forward.

"Fourth-class family, Honghe Wei family, Wei Xiong." The man took off his clothes, revealing the etched circuits and implant connection marks all over his body. He opened the safety of the heavy pistol and said, "I'm not a psychic, but I want to try."

Then come on.

The 20th move, condensed compressed flame flow as the front, broke through the energy offset shield, at the cost of a shot in the shoulder, shattered the prosthesis, and went down, piercing the heart.

Continue.

"Sixth-class family, Zhang Yun."

Death.

"Fifth-class family, Huaixi Yun family, Yun Liuxu!"

Death.

"Fifth-class family, Changjiang Yan family, Yan Chang."

Death.

So blood flowed all over the ground, broken mechanical and electronic parts splashed, the body was burned to black ashes, tumbling up and down in the air, Song Shi held the heavy murder, and did not retreat until a long time later.

No one came forward anymore.

The 10th round team, which had 23 members at the beginning, now had only 15 members left. They either retreated or were not strong enough. They collected the corpses of those who came forward and stood beside the shuttle, as silent as death.

No more.

Song Shi took a final look at everyone, turned around and walked towards Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli again amid the thunder in the sky.

"Let's go."

Under the silent gaze of the remaining people, the three walked side by side, slowly disappeared at the end of the horizon, and completely stepped into the territory of the Beiting Defense Line.