"It's so cool! I want to say he's really Mr. Lee's child, it's a big show, a dance party with guns. ”

On a twelve-story building, Lawrence Collinson looked at the situation in the abandoned dormitory opposite through an infrared thermal imager.

Due to the barrier of the magic protection array, the infrared thermal imager in his hand was actually of limited use. However, in addition to this, he also has a 'hawk eye technique', which can probably judge the situation inside. Lawrence knew that Li Mochen was still safe and sound, and Hancock's subordinates had been almost resolved.

"Quiet, Lawrence!"

A cold voice came from Lee Tae-rae over the intercom: "We're here to help, not to watch the boss show." Boss: He's proven his worth yet, isn't he? and we can do more for him now,"

Lawrence's expression suddenly condensed slightly: "Then do you have any suggestions, Atai? I look at the tone of the boss just now, it seems that he doesn't want us to interfere in his battle, which may annoy him." ”

"The target of the boss is Dandy Hancock. ”

Lee continued: "I've made sure that the basement of this barracks dormitory is connected to the sewers, and we'd better find a way to destroy the few passages nearby where we can escape. ”

Lawrence shrugged, "Atay, I'll admit it's a good idea, but we don't have a sewer drawing—"

"Alright, don't forget what my magic class is. ”

On the walkie-talkie, Li Tailai said coldly: "I will report the coordinates to you later, and I will use this barracks dormitory as a reference." Kemi, you pay attention to the boss's movements and provide support at any time. ”

At this time, Lawrence's face was distorted, and he showed a disgusting look: "Damn! Are you going to use 'animal domination' on the rats in the sewers? My God, you'd better stay away from me tomorrow when you eat, Atai." ”

On the first floor of the dormitory, as the temperature of the cement floor dropped sharply to minus 100 degrees, Li Mochen triggered the natal spell of 'Gou Chen Possession', and once again waved the 'Holy Thunder Verdict'. With a flash of thunder, the floor was also shattered, and as countless cement blocks and rubble collapsed, gunshots rang out from below. The crimson bullets treated all the obstacles as if they were nothing, and hit Li Mochen's body with great precision, tearing them to pieces little by little.

By the time all the cement blocks hit the ground at full speed, Li Mochen's people were already full of holes and could be seven meters away. The red-shirted man frowned slightly, paused firing, and looked around with wary eyes.

He had discovered that it was just a wooden dummy—even though it was indistinguishable from a real person in his senses, the true nature of the wooden man's body was revealed when most of it was shattered by his bullets.

Just a moment later, as a breeze stirred, a figure suddenly appeared on his right. A sharp sword light, enveloped in a large amount of thunder and lightning, slashed down towards his neck fiercely and mercilessly.

The hands of the red shirt suddenly revealed sharp claws, and their faces became even paler. His body flickered, and he was doing all kinds of extreme distorted dodge movements at a speed close to Mach 1.2, and a pair of pistols in a red shirt, but with a flick of his fingers, he fired twenty-two times in a row, and sprayed out all kinds of high-grade magic energy bullets without money.

But to no avail, he still couldn't stop Li Mochen from approaching, the latter's extreme speed was only a little more than a third of his. However, his ability to predict, which was clearly beyond the scope of human beings, made the red shirt's scalp tingle, and many times, he crashed into the blade of his opponent's sword.

God knows how the other side did it, in short, every fire he fired, every dodge move, was expected by this masked man. In comparison, the other party's strange body change is not too amazing.

And the small space in the basement, as well as the freezing rays that the Ice King kept shooting, made him unable to retreat.

So after the twenty-second shot, Red Shirt had to give up a pair of magic guns in his hand. Two short knives were drawn out of his sleeves, weaving a cold light blade shadow in front of him,

A series of sparks also broke out between the two. Li Mochen has an absolute upper hand in this melee confrontation regardless of strength and speed, but with the help of Wai Dan and the power of armor, he can barely support it.

The main force still has to rely on the Ice King, and the red shirt has given up the firearm, and this mutated elemental leader can directly intervene in the battle and help Li Mochen resist most of the attacks.

As time passed, the red shirt, both the weapon and the body, had been covered with a layer of frost. However, instead of slowing down, this one's speed has become even faster. On the contrary, it was Li Mochen, whose movements were not as fast as before. His opponent was also proficient in ice magic, and every attack was mixed with a large amount of frost power, and from time to time a freezing ray bombarded him.

Although the little ghost fire dragon and his outer pill were trying their best to resolve it, Li Mochen was gradually affected.

"Amazing, you're really powerful! It's just a fifth-level magical swordsman, I've never seen anyone like you. ”

The eyes of the red shirt flashed with scarlet light: "But how long can you maintain such speed and strength, BOY? I think your current internal organs must be uncomfortable now, right? I bet that in ten minutes at most, your magic energy will be exhausted." I'll taste your blood, a genius like you, it must taste very sweet. ”

Li Mochen's eyes also showed a little annoyance at this time.

Heavenly Heart, inheriting the will of heaven, asking the sword Tao Ran, was actually despised, and it was a filthy thing like a vampire-

His body suddenly took three steps back, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, the 'Divine Spirit Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda' was suspended behind him. The colorful aura around the latter was also slightly dimmed at this moment.

The red shirt didn't know why, but there was a strong sense of vigilance on his face, and he thought to himself, could this be some kind of magic weapon?

But at this moment, the terrifying and ominous thoughts in his heart were growing little by little.

"Die!"

With Li Mochen's cold snort, the sword light swirled again. Halfway through, it set off a crimson fire-colored brilliance.

It is an intermediate flame swordsmanship, which is a unique skill for a magical swordsman who combines explosive flame with swordsmanship.

The red shirt let out a shrill laugh and parried with ease. The other party's sword is mediocre, there is no special change, in his opinion, he can resist it with three or five points of strength at most.

But at that moment, several gunshots rang out above them—one of Hancock's few remaining men, who had come out of the huge crater and fired down continuously.

The problem is that opposite him, Li Mochen seems to have predicted that with a sword swing, he can easily avoid those bullets.

The red shirt also subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was hit by a bullet in his right hand. The power of the intermediate burst bomb made his body tremble slightly, but what made him even more terrified was that the fiery sword light had already taken advantage of the gap at this time.

"No—"

With a 'boom' explosion, a small half of the red shirt's body was burned out in an instant. And just as his remnants turned into countless tiny bats and scattered in all directions, Li Mochen's mouth ruthlessly spat out a Latin text: "regnandi (Latin: ruling)!"

In an instant, a massive amount of silver-white lightning exploded in this space of less than forty square meters, turning into a sea of lightning and lightning, turning every bat that tried to escape into ashes.