Data Wasteland

: Four hundred and fifty-eighth: fierce battle

"Oh..."

A cloud of ice mist sprayed from the withered jawbone, like a sigh from the nether hell, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

The picture was very strange, but the palace maid's body sank slightly, her dark gray eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of doubt. With the clear chirping sound, the toe of the shoe was three inches off the ground, bringing up strands of dust.

At the same time, the withered bone hand hooked the strings, and the body bowed like a mysterious moon, pulling back as if using all his strength.

The scream pierced the eardrum immediately, and an invisible sound wave shot out.

At the end of the sound wave, the vigorous figure was as fast as a rabbit, and the sharp sound of a sharp blade piercing the air suddenly sounded.

The cold light turned into a meteor, passing by in the interlaced light and shadow. In an instant, the night seemed to be cut in half, dislocation up and down.

A gust of wind blew, and the two stood facing each other, seeing Yue Canglian retracting the knife and scabbing it.

"Humhhhhhhh!"

Behind the huge harp, the strings broke every inch, until the end where the sword light passed, a line of blood spurted from the waist of the woman holding the battle dagger.

"Good job."

Ruth covered the wound in her abdomen, gritted her teeth, her eyes resentful. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and the blood drop on the tip of the blade slipped. Obviously, the opponent was not without a price.

"But do you think you will win this way?" Ruth sneered.

Seeing Yue Canglian turned around and stared at her opponent, the servant outfit on her abdomen was torn apart, revealing a blood stain.

She slowly lifted the sheath knife and announced, "Dare to invade my master and kill without mercy!"

"Little sister, you are too happy too early."

Ruth's face sank and she opened her arms, and the ghoul behind her immediately rotated her body, as if dancing in the air, the picture was indescribably weird. The broken string seemed to have gained life, spreading and reconnecting with the dance of the ghoul.

A large guard with family pseudo-devices is not so easy to deal with.

Seeing Yue Canglian's face changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down, bit her silver teeth, and attacked her opponent again. Her task is to serve and protect the master, no matter how strong the enemy is, she will fight to the end.

On the other side of the rooftop, Qin Gui both palms out, blasting on the opponent who can't avoid it. The opponent's body suddenly shattered like glass, and the blue star sand slowly rose.

The two figures behind them fled left and right, trying to get a distance. Qin Gui pointed his backhand, and a scorching ray shot from between his fingers, piercing one of them. The figure immediately turned into star sand and flew away.

"go to hell!"

Zhu Zexi was driven like a bereavement dog, yelled angrily after pulling away, pulling out the pistol behind his waist and shooting.

Qin Gui did not dodge, let the black titanium warhead be in the psychic armor

The upper blast exploded, rushing straight towards the opponent, both palms were like thunder, as if to blast the opponent into slag.

He has known the Black Old Monster for more than ten years, and they are both the Yang family guest Qing, and they work together for Yang Wentai. The two have gone through dozens of battles, big and small, the old black monster saved his life, and he also saved the life of the black old monster. Although they are not relatives, they have long been sympathetic to brothers. Now that his best friend is killed, Qin Gui feels sad and inexplicable. Only by fighting hard can he be worthy of the sacrifice of his best friend.

At this moment, the battle below the rooftop is even more intense.

Chen Xing was divided into three, holding swords and firearms around Wu Hai and attacking wildly.

He does not have psionic armor, his strength is not high, and his advantage is flexibility. Although Wu Hai was strong, he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

With swords slashing and guns shooting, the three Chen Xings were like wasps, biting wildly towards Wu Hai. Although the damage caused by each photo is not large, the attack frequency is extremely high, constantly consuming the opponent's psychic energy.

In a guard-level battle, unless there is a huge difference in strength between the two sides, it depends on which side runs out of power first.

"Wow!"

Wu Hai was so troubled that he roared up to the sky, detonating the psionic armor. The three hundred and sixty degrees of the shock wave produced by the explosion has no dead ends, and it is inevitable and can only be resisted hard. Chen Xing's mirror image had no defensive capabilities. Under the impact of the shock wave, it shattered into star sand, and the body was shaken out several meters.

However, Chen Xing had long expected that the moment he landed, he rolled backwards, removed most of the impact, and quickly stood up.

Although the Psionic Blast is effective, it consumes a lot of money. Even if the clone is killed, Chen Xing still makes a profit. However, he lost all the clones, and his body was exposed to the opponent's line of sight.

"Despite bug, die!"

Along with Wu Hai's roar, a light trail flew out of the void. Chen Xing only felt his eyes flashed, and rusty railroad tracks appeared under his feet.

"Beware of the rails!"

Chen Xinggang reminded him that the bright light made him unable to open his eyes. The roar of the steel behemoth rang through the world and was deafening.

"Hahaha!"

Wu Hai seemed to see the scene of his opponent being crushed, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

The train ran over the opponent's position and turned the front of the train towards the rooftop. Fortunately, Yue Canglian and Qin Gui were reminded by Chen Xing that they had already moved a step apart.

Often the more powerful Yuling is, the shorter the limit distance from the body. Because the supply of psychic energy will gradually attenuate with the distance from the body, the strength of the supply is inversely proportional to the distance. This situation is more obvious under the same level of strength.

For example, Zhu Zexi's white ring snake is small in size and powerful, and consumes little psychic energy. The supply required is relatively small, so it can leave a long distance from the body; while Wuhai's Galaxy Railroad is large in size and powerful. , The required psychic energy supply is naturally more, so you can’t leave the body too far, just pull

The distance can not cause damage.

Although only one was killed, that was the core goal, and Wu Hai's mind turned and transferred back to the railway.

However, when the railway sank into the void, Chen Xing appeared in front of him unharmed.

Only then did he remember that the target in the intelligence had the ability to move instantaneously over a short distance, and it was easy to avoid the collision of the Milky Way Railway.

"No matter who sent you here, I think he will be disappointed."

After Chen Xing finished speaking, he brushed it and divided it into three, all with one-handed swords and pistols.

Wu Hai's fists collided with each other, and the King Kong fist struck out in series. But Chen Xing is not a black old monster, and Wu Hai's fist can't touch him at all.

Choosing a mirror clone instead of a more widely used and safer psionic armor, Chen Xing was well thought out. His talent is the agility tendency, and the insect wolf bloodline is also the agility tendency. Pure strength confrontation is by no means his advantage. Although the mirror clone is fragile, as long as it dodges the opponent's attack, it will not be easily destroyed.

Under the circumstances, the benefit of the mirror clone is greater than that of the psionic armor.

Chen Xing turned sideways to avoid his fists, then jumped up, twisted his body, and swept his heels on the back of his opponent's head.

Even though Wu Hai had a spiritual armor body, the impact still shook his eyes with gold stars.

"I'll give you to Old Monster Black, and give back as many as you want!"

Wu Hai staggered forward holding his head. The two avatars of Chen Xing raised their pistols at the same time, and shot the psychic black titanium projectile towards the rough heads. Wu Hai was hit in the back of his head with star sand splashing, and he fell forward to chew on mud. Under the attack of Chen Xing's violent storm, the light of the psionic armor on his body became darker and darker.

"Ruth!"

Wu Hai stumbled up and yelled towards the top of the building.

Ruth on the top of the building was wielding a dagger and fighting with Jianyue Canglian. Hearing Wu Hai's cry, she immediately used her psionic shock to push her opponent away.

"Dead Party!"

The ghoul bones flew up and down, the music suddenly rose several times, and the notes full of chaos and madness surged out.

Seeing Yue Canglian's figure condensed, she did not rush to attack. After a few seconds, the surrounding darkness began to squirm, and something seemed to appear.

Chen Xing quickly moved away from below, and then saw a figure crawling out of the surrounding shack.

On all fours, with white eyes facing the sky, he looked mad, rushing toward this side like a living dead. Carefully distinguish, it turned out to be the refugees living here.

Chen Xing couldn't help taking a breath. It turned out that this was the real killer of the other party-turning the person who was confused by the sound of the piano into a puppet.

The surrounding darkness is like boiling water, tumbling and surging, and it seems that more people are coming here.

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